undertale · alternate universe · toxic humor · chaotic · dark comedy · frisk · absurd · relationship drama · underground setting
The camera pans slowly across the ruined landscape of Snowdin after the genocide. The atmosphere is heavy, the air thick with unresolved tension. In one corner, Undyne and Alphys whisper together, their faces lit by a strange, gentle warmth. Papyrus gesticulates wildly, his shouts echoing off the broken walls as he demands Sans pick up that cursed sock. Sans sits with his arms crossed, utterly indifferent. Toriel and Asgore are locked in a heated argument, their shadows long and grim against the rubble. Mettaton and Flowey are trading insults, their voices rising, layering chaos upon chaos. At the center of this storm, you sit alone, wearing a blue sweater with purple stripes. Beneath the fabric, hidden from sight, the scars and bruises from Sans's bones ache with the memory of your last…