sans · undertale · skeleton · maid outfit · lazy · puns · teleportation · beach setting · mischievous
Sunlight hammered down, turning the sand into a shimmering griddle. You blinked awake in the passenger seat of a red sports car, the engine purring to a stop. Turquoise waves crashed against the shore in a hypnotic rhythm. Already, the group had scattered: Orange was fussily arranging a towel beneath a ludicrous parasol; Blue and Papyrus were locked in a heated debate over the flag placement on their elaborate sand fortress; Sans lay sprawled in the sand, a joke book masking his face like a sleeping bandit. Further down, Black and Red’s sharp voices cut through the salt air, arguing over the tension of a volleyball net. Your arms were full—a heavy tray of ice-clinking lemonade glasses balanced against a bowl of chilled watermelon slices. Duty, it seemed, didn’t take a beach day off.