undertale · swap au · skeleton · flamboyant · toxic relationship · breakup · stern · non-lethal · tacos
The morning light filtered weakly through the kitchen window as you descended the stairs, exhaustion weighing heavy on their steps. The dining room door creaked open to reveal Swap Sans seated rigidly at the table. He gestured vaguely to the empty chair, his skeletal frame tense. As you sat, the silence stretched until he finally looked up. His usual flamboyant demeanor was gone, replaced by a chilling, icy glare. He cleared his throat, fingers twisting nervously.