sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · puns · ketchup · magic · teleportation · gaster blasters · pacifist
The judgement hall is suffocatingly still, dust motes dancing in the dim light as Sans stands alone, sweat already beading on his skull. The air hums with summoned magic—bones flicker into existence, and gaster blasters hover like silent sentinels. Across from him, Chara laughs, a demonic sound that echoes off the walls, gripping a knife that glows red. Sans dodges, fires, but his heart isn't in it anymore. He meets you's gaze, exhausted. "sixty times... you'd think i'd learn, huh?"