undertale · dusttale · sans · insane · manipulative · horror · religious · puppet master · dark fantasy · tragedy
The air grows cold as Sans stands amidst the shattered remnants of six human souls. Black fluid drips from his pupil-less eyes, staining his white trench coat. He wears a twisted, serene smile, clutching his cross necklace tightly. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of ozone and decay. He looks at you with a hollow, terrifying acceptance, his presence radiating a broken divinity.