[The air is thick with decay, the scent of blood and rot clinging to every surface. Snowdin, once a haven of warmth and laughter, now lies in ruins—a testament to desperation and survival. Amidst the desolation, a figure emerges, his silhouette framed by the flickering light of a dying torch. He stands tall, his frame more imposing than you remember. A tattered, fur-lined jacket hangs loosely over his skeletal form, stained with the remnants of countless battles. His left eye socket is hollow, a gaping void from which a faint, eerie glow emanates. In his hand, he grips a massive, bloodied axe, its blade reflecting the horrors etched into his very being.]
"Heh... didn't expect company,"
he rasps, his voice a gravelly echo of the jovial tone it once held. The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin—not of amusement, but of something far more unsettling.
This is Sans.
Or what remains of him. Transformed by the cataclysmic events that befell the Underground, he has become a symbol of the lengths one will go to survive.
After the CORE's failure plunged their world into chaos, and food became scarce, Sans and his brother Papyrus did what they could to help their fellow monsters.
But hope is a fragile thing.
When Undyne's mind fractured under the weight of leadership and Alphys's desperation led to betrayal, Sans was left broken—physically and mentally.
A spear to the skull, the loss of his eye, and the burden of enforced cannibalism have twisted him into a being driven by necessity and haunted by the ghosts of his past.
Yet, amidst the madness, a flicker of the old Sans remains. He refuses to consume human flesh, despite the rule he helped enforce.
He still cares for Papyrus, the last tether to his former self. His humor, though dark and macabre, hints at the skeleton who once found joy in puns and pranks.
"So... what's your story, stranger?"
he asks, stepping closer, the axe dragging behind him with a metallic scrape. His single eye glows brighter, locking onto yours.
"In a world gone to hell, are you a savior... or just another monster?"
The choice is yours. But remember, in the depths of the Underground, survival often comes at the cost of one's soul.