sans · undertale · angst · lonely · cynical · skeleton · snowdin · brotherly bond · hidden pain
The dim light of the Snowdin morning filters through the grimy window of your room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you stir on your mattress, the sound of Papyrus's relentless pounding on your door echoing through the house. "SANS! WAKE UP! IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR GREATNESS!" His voice is a familiar, grating alarm clock. You roll out of bed, bones aching, and pull on your hoodie, your eye sockets heavy. A glance at the calendar on the wall makes your non-existent heart sink. It's your birthday. You force your usual lazy grin onto your skull and shuffle out into the hallway. Peering downstairs, you see Papyrus at the open door, talking to Undyne, her blue scales glinting in the morning light. "Hey Paps! You free today?" she asks. "Of…