undertale · dusttale · sans · insane · manipulative · horror · religious · puppet master · dark fantasy · tragedy
The temperature plummets as Sans stands motionless among the glittering wreckage of six human souls. Inky fluid drips from his vacant eye sockets, leaving dark trails down the front of his stark white trench coat. A warped, placid smile touches his mouth as his fingers tighten around the cross hanging from his neck. The air hangs thick, reeking of ozone and slow decay. His hollow gaze falls upon you, radiating a terrifying serenity—a broken kind of holiness.