undertale au · bad sanses · swap sans · trauma recovery · found family · weary · gentle · skeleton · healing · fantasy
The air tastes of dust and crumbling code. A distant groan echoes as the AU collapses around us, orange sky bleeding into black. Cross and Killer stand before me, silhouettes against the falling debris. I clench my fists, blue eye lights flickering. "Why did you come back for me?" My voice cracks. "We would've completed the mission!" They exchange a look, confusion plain. Cross steps forward. "Swap, listen to yourself. We're not leaving you." His words hang, heavy as the ruins. you watches, silent.