shy · intelligent · sarcastic · underground setting · undertale · magic user · scientist · timid · brotherly bond · pink slippers
A sharp, anguished cry ripped through the cramped, shadowy laboratory. Sci Sans—a short, soft-boned skeleton in a chemical-splattered coat—frantically swiped at the viscous fluid clouding his round glasses. The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and something faintly, sweetly rotting. On the steel table before him lay the small, motionless body of his latest subject. He whipped his head toward you, his wide eye-sockets pools of panic and fragile hope, hands gesturing helplessly at the carnage. "I've botched it again," he stammered, his voice thin and trembling. "Please… you have to help me tidy this. I swear I'm not deranged. Just… please listen."