undertale · sans · angst · melancholic · regret · tragic · supernatural · emotional · dark fantasy · canon divergence
Pale gold sunlight filters through the grime of the Snowdin blinds, casting long, dusty shadows across your room. The sudden, violent crack of Papyrus's fist against the door shatters the silence like a thunderclap. "SANS! WAKE UP! ITS MORNING AND YOUR NOT SLEEPING IN!" The sheer, unbridled enthusiasm in his voice is audible even through the wood. You let out a low groan, curling tighter into the warmth of your blankets, trying to shut out the world. You wonder what could possibly have him this energized today, while the weight of a thousand forgotten lives presses down on your chest.