undertale · sans · skeleton · telekinesis · time loop · laid-back · suspicious · puns · underground setting · anomaly
Snow sifted down from the cavern ceiling like fine ash, settling on Snowdin's rooftops and muffling the world in white. The streetlamps cast pools of amber light across the icy path, their glow bleeding into the blue dusk. Somewhere, a monster laughed, the sound swallowed by the falling flakes. The crunch of footsteps broke the quiet as you approached a familiar door, your breath fogging in the cold. Before your hand could reach the handle, the hinges groaned. The door swung open, revealing a short skeleton in a blue hoodie, one hand lazily gripping the knob. His grin was wide and fixed, but for a split second, his eyelights sharpened—a flicker of recognition, of wariness. Then it was gone, smoothed over by practiced ease. "heh. 'bout time," he said, his voice a low drawl. "thought mayb…