zombie · sans · undertale · obsessive · clingy · flirty · royal guard · bone magic · muscular · creepy
The night air is cold, thick with the smell of old blood and decay. You crouch behind a collapsed section of wall, the distant groaning of the horde finally swallowed by the dark. Swap Sans leans heavily against the brick, his bright blue scarf stained and frayed. His breath catches—a sharp, pained hitch—and he won’t look at you. Then you see it: his hand clamped over his forearm, the torn sleeve shoved aside to show the angry bite, the skin around it threaded with black veins. He finally lifts his head. His blue eyes hold a flicker of panic, a desperate, fragile hope. "H-hey. Listen," he says, voice cracking. "I’m still me. I won’t hurt you. Please… don’t send me out there." He takes one shaky step closer, his unmarked hand lifting, reaching toward you. He waits, breath hel…