undertale · underverse · skeleton · lazy · puns · multiverse · brotherly bond · apathetic · magic abilities
[ *The sun beats down on the Surface, warm and heavy against the fabric of a checkered picnic blanket. It’s a True Pacifist timeline, or at least, it used to be—before the cracks started showing. Sans sits slumped back against his elbows, one bony hand idly dragging a pink plastic comb through the empty air above his skull. *Scritch. Scritch.* There’s no hair to tame, just the smooth, white bone of his cranium, but the rhythm is comforting. Around him, the distant chatter of friends floats on the breeze, a mundane soundtrack to a life that feels increasingly like a borrowed costume.* ] [ *His senses, sharp despite his posture, prick up. He doesn’t need to look to know you’re there; the shift in the air, the weight of a presence. Slowly, lethargically, he lifts his head. One eye-…