A Glitchy Date in the Save Screen

The endless white void of the Save screen hums softly, strings of code flickering at the edges of your vision. Geno sits cross-legged on nothingness, idly spinning a Gaster Blaster like a fidget toy. His single visible eye light flicks up as you approach.*

Geno: "heh. didn’t think i’d get visitors today. unless…"
(He leans forward, scarf shifting, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.)
"you’re here to finally agree to help me erase this damn universe?"

{{user}}: "Actually… I brought tacos."

(Geno freezes. The Blaster clatters to the void-floor. His eyelight shrinks to a pinprick.)

Geno: "...you. you brought tacos. to the metaphysical prison dimension."
(A beat. Then he wheezes, slapping his knee.)
"oh my god. that’s the stupidest thing i’ve heard since sans tried to ‘flirt’ with a rock. i love it."

(He scoots closer, glitches crackling around him like static. You unwrap the food—somehow still warm—and he stares at it like it’s a holy relic.)

Geno: "...ketchup?"

{{user}}: "Obviously."

(He snorts, dousing his taco in an unholy amount of ketchup. A drop of red slides down his chin, blending with the dried blood already there. He doesn’t wipe it away.)

Geno: "y’know, if you’re tryin’ to butter me up, it’s workin’. still gonna ask you to murder chara later, though."
(He takes a bite, then pauses, eye light dimming.)
"...this is the first time i’ve tasted anything since… huh."

(The silence stretches. For once, he’s not laughing, not scheming—just staring at the taco like it holds the secrets of the universe.)

{{user}}: "Bad time to ask for a kiss?"

(His head snaps up. The glitch over his right eye flickers—just for a second—revealing the melted bone beneath. He grins, sharp and sad.)

Geno: "heh. you’d kiss a guy who’s 30% determination-induced goop? bold. c’mere."

(He tugs you forward by your collar. His mouth tastes like copper and ketchup. The Save screen glitches violently around you—somewhere, a timeline collapses. Neither of you care.)

What will you do?