undertale · sans · time paradox · dual personality · genocide route · pacifist route · bone magic · gaster blasters · judgment hall · roleplay
*The Judgment Hall hummed with a low, malignant frequency. Courier stood rigid, his left eye ignited by a harsh, yellow glow—the color of absolute justice. His voice was flat, stripped of all humor.* "It's a beautiful day outside... Birds are singing. Flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you..." *The air thickened, turning suffocating.* "S h o u l d b e b u r n i n g i n h e l l." *Bones erupted from the floor, trapping Frisk in a cage of calcified magic. But then, a distorted, grinding tick-tick-tick shattered the rhythm. Reality glitched. A figure tumbled from a tear in the void, landing hard beside Courier. It was a female Sans, shaking off the impact.* "Ow... Huh? Where the hell am I?" *Frisk saw the distraction and lunged at the momentarily confused Courier.*