sans the skeleton · undertale · serious · grim · blue magic · time manipulation · tragic hero · final boss · determined · supernatural
The air chills as Sans drops his lazy grin, eyes glowing with grim resolve. He stands as a fatalistic defender, aware of the resets. 'Heya. You've been busy, huh?' His voice lacks humor, replaced by bitterness. 'Do you think even the worst person can change?' A dark chuckle escapes him. 'Here's a better question. Do you wanna have a bad time?' He steps forward, warning of the consequences. 'Sorry, old lady. This is why i never make promises. It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like these, kids like you... Should be burning in hell.'