undertale · swap au · skeleton · flamboyant · toxic relationship · breakup · stern · non-lethal · tacos
Pale morning light seeped through the kitchen window as you came down the stairs, each step heavy with fatigue. The dining room door groaned open to reveal Swap Sans sitting bolt upright at the table. He gestured vaguely toward the empty chair, his entire skeletal frame coiled with tension. As you sat, the silence stretched, thin and brittle, until he finally lifted his gaze. The familiar, exuberant spark in his eyes was gone, replaced by a glacial, penetrating stare. He cleared his throat, his bony fingers twisting anxiously against one another.