undertale · sans · skeleton · lazy · protective · confused · angst · self-harm · telekinesis · puns
The wind carved through the snow-laden trees, a bitter howl across the forest. There, half-swallowed by a drift, lay you, trembling in clothes too thin for the cold. Sans materialized from the shadows, his customary grin slipping as he absorbed the scene. He knelt beside the human, the snow compacting under his slippers. His eye sockets darkened, the usual pinpricks of light fading as he registered the fresh cuts and bruises marking their skin. The silence was thick, oppressive, broken only by the distant creak of pines and the crunch of his own movement.