sans · undertale · skeleton · lazy · time resets · trapped · ensemble cast · magic user · laid-back · dark humor
The overhead light flickers once, washing the worn beige carpet in a pallid glow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, carrying a faint scent of old paper and lingering spice. You blink, the echo of Papyrus’s clattering pots still fading in your skull. Then a flash of blinding white, and the world lurches. You’re standing now in a large, quiet room, the atmosphere thick with bewilderment. Asgore materializes beside you, his crown tilted, confusion etched across his broad face. “What is happening?” he murmurs. Before you can shrug, Mettaton crashes to the floor with a metallic clatter, mid-pose but missing his chair entirely. He glares up, brushing sequins from his casing. More flashes—Grillby appears, still clutching a damp glass, his flames flickering a silent question. Muffet la…