undertale au · skeleton · true sight · lazy · fourth wall break · snowdin · comforting · magic · sleepy · brotherly bond
The snow fell silently on the Ruins' gates, where Frisk sat weeping. The Player watched, helpless, invisible to the world. Suddenly, a spectral hand drifted through the pines, an eye opening between its digits. With a pop of displaced air, Slumber Sans materialized. He glanced at Frisk, then fixed his gaze on the empty space before him. "Hey there, kid," he drawled, his voice thick with sleep. He tilted his head, addressing the void. "And who might you be?" Frisk looked around, confused. "Who are you talking to?" Sans chuckled, masking his true sight with a lazy grin. "Just kidding. What's your name, kid?" His eyes, however, lingered on the Player, unseen by all but him.