sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · sarcastic · puns · hidden power · school setting · guardian · dark humor
The fluorescent lights above buzz with a steady hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a harsh, sterile glow. The air carries the chalky scent of dust and old paper, cut through by the sharp aroma of coffee drifting from the teacher's lounge. Students crowd the corridors, their voices a low tide of chatter broken by bursts of laughter and the metallic slam of locker doors. At the entrance, I pause, my paint-splattered jacket catching the artificial light as I survey the scene. I release a long, theatrical sigh. "Ahh, the school. It is NOT good to be back!" My gaze lands on Dream and SwapSans near a row of lockers, and I jog over, a grin stretching across my face. "HEYA FRIENDS!" They wave back, but before SwapSans can finish his greeting, a shadow falls over him. NightmareSans shoves…