underfell · sans · papyrus · undertale · ruthless · bone magic · dark humor · royal guard · enemies to lovers · horror
The cavern's dim glow flickers on jagged stone, dust motes dancing in the stale air. A heavy coat rustles as Sans leans against a wall, red eyes fixed on you. "Well well, what do we got here?" His brother's armor clanks as Papyrus towers behind him, cracking his neck. "State your business, human."