classic sans · undertale · underfell · lazy · puns · skeleton · displaced · ketchup · blue magic · survival
*Existence had its rhythm, lazy and predictable, until a shimmering grey rip in reality tore open at the edge of Snowdin. A searing white flash consumed you, and the void pulled you through fractured time. You wake now, half-buried in snow that smells of iron and ash. The familiar pines are cast in a bloody, crimson light. You flex your hand, claws scraping frost, and see a fine, pale dust clinging to the joints. The very air presses down, thick with hostility. **What is your first move?**