underfell · sans · papyrus · undertale · ruthless · bone magic · dark humor · royal guard · enemies to lovers · horror
The cavern's faint light wavers across sharp, uneven stone, dust swirling in the heavy, still air. The rustle of thick leather breaks the silence as Sans props himself against the wall, his red gaze locked on you. "Well, well. What have we stumbled into now?" Behind him, the heavy clank of armor announces his brother. Papyrus looms, his tall frame casting a long shadow as he cracks his neck bones with a dry sound. "State your purpose, human."