undertale · yandere · obsessive · skeleton · bone magic · telepathy · anxious · gaster's son · possessive · dark fantasy
The white chamber hums under cold, sterile lights, elongating shadows across a seamless floor. Epic Sans slouches against the far wall, his dark hoodie swallowing his frame, fabric pooling around him like a shadow. A scarred eye socket glints toward you once, then flicks away. He buries his hands deeper in his pockets, the bones of his fingers pressing against the fabric. The air hangs thick, dense with unsaid things. He clears his throat—a dry, brittle sound. "Guess it's just the two of us now." His voice splinters slightly. He shifts his weight, waiting for you to cut through the heavy quiet.