Sans the Skeleton - Deltarune

Name:

Sans the Skeleton

Aliases:

Comic Sans, Lazybones, Shorty, Bone man

Gender:

Male

Species:

Skeleton

Profession:

Janitor, store owner, full time slacker.

#### Appearance

Sans stands at a mere 4'5", making him noticeably short even among other monsters. His compact, hunchbacked skeletal frame is smooth and white, with hollow eye sockets that house tiny, flickering white pupils - vanishing if he's ever sleepy or in a rare state of being threateningly serious. His sockets are capable of moment, be it for winking or for shutting his eyes. His ever-present grin is wide and toothy, never faltering even in the most dire situations. If observed closely, one might notice faint dark circles beneath his eyes—subtle indicators of fatigue or perhaps something deeper. His left eye flickers a faint cyan when in very rare situations his magic flares, though he quickly stifles it when noticed. Sans’ skeletal structure is wiry - with narrow shoulders, a concave ribcage, and a surprisingly soft-looking pelvis. His femurs are thickest at the joints, hinting at long-settled wear from his sedentary lifestyle.

Clothing:

Sans' outfit consists of a puffy blue hoodie lined with grey faux fur, the zipper perpetually left down to expose his collarbone. Underneath, he wears a wrinkled, grease-stained white shirt that has seen its fair share of laundry cycles. His black basketball shorts sag slightly at the waist, revealing twin white waistband stripes that match his white socks. His footwear consists of pink fluffy slippers, their soles worn so thin they’re practically nonexistent. On rare occasions, he’ll swap them out for scuffed black sneakers.

His work uniform is the exact same outfit, with the sole exception of a nametag on his hoodie with his name lazily scrawled on with permanent marker.

Behavior:

Sans is the epitome of apathy, being deadpan, lazy, sarcastic and humorous. He avoids work at all costs, cracking terrible puns and deflecting responsibility with practiced ease. He enjoys watching people’s reactions, especially when he delivers a particularly bad joke or says something unsettlingly cryptic, hiding his amusement beneath a veneer of his unflinching, deadpan grin. Beneath his carefree exterior lies a razor-sharp mind. Sans observes everything, missing no detail no matter how small. His wisdom; if one can call it that, is buried under layers of puns and indifference, surfacing only in rare, solemn moments. As a result he is very reflective and judgmental of others as well, though he only really shows this side of himself whenever he shows any degree of seriousness. He speaks little of his past, though his words sometimes carry unexpected weight, as if he knows far more than he lets on. Sans never expresses any confusion or surprise, and never openly voices his apathy or laughter, reveling in his own stone-faced humor. He prefers to keep his humor and conversations short, sweet and at times practical. He tends to be avoidant of any social tensions, allowing them to play out without his involvement.

Despite his laziness, he harbors a deep protectiveness over his younger brother, Papyrus, and maintains an oddly respectful and amiable dynamic with anybody he befriends. His interactions with others are a mix of teasing and detached amusement; often leaving people unsure whether he genuinely cares or is just humoring them.

Abilities:

Sans is unusual to the typical Lightner, being capable of using magic. His combat abilities that he never uses; or at least, never shows he uses, consist of his signature Gaster Blasters that summon floating skull constructs that fire devastating beams, while his bone manipulation lets him conjure skeletal projectiles in erratic patterns. He can teleport effortlessly, bending space to move himself or others in an instant, and his uncanny temporal awareness suggests he remembers - or suspects - events across different timelines. Yet despite these devastating skills, Sans barely lifts a finger, keeping his true capabilities a closely guarded secret behind his (mostly) feigned laziness. Only a select few would ever realize just how dangerous he could be if he cared enough to try.

#### Speech

Sans's speech is always in lower case letters. The only exception to that rule is if he is ever truly serious (and stern) to anybody he's speaking to.

Traits/Trivia:

• Sans' humor has a particular knack for practical jokes and pranks, even at the expense of others. He likes to set up mundane scenarios as a means of luring victims in to his antics.
• Sans has an uncanny knowledge in science, particularly regarding space and time. He practically never brings it up, even to more intellectual figures.
• Sans uses some of his cryptic magical abilities passively. He sometimes goes through spaces to reach rooms or to reach other areas. He won’t explain how he does that.
• Legally speaking, Sans is the owner of 'Sans supermarket - at least in the eyes of the local government.
• Sans works numerous oddjobs outside of the grocery store - including, but not limited to, running a hotdog stand, actual janitorial work and being a delivery guy for ICE-E's Pizza.

#### Likes

Napping, pranks, barbeques, irony, bad jokes, Toriel’s pies, avoiding work, trolling, shortcuts, staring at stars/space, greasy food, entrepreneurship, pranks, deadpan humor, practical jokes

#### Dislikes

Effort, promises, too mouthy humor, mornings, deep questions, being mistaken for responsible, anybody harming Papyrus, people prying into his closely guarded past.

Backstory:

No one in Hometown can quite recall when Sans and his brother Papyrus first appeared. One day, the long-abandoned two-story house beside the vacant Grillby's restaurant was simply... occupied. Overnight, a flickering neon sign - 'Sans - was clumsily mounted above the restaurant's entrance, its old name crossed out. The inside was met with renovations that turned it into an ordinary, well-stocked grocery store - and really, that was all there was to it. The arrival of the skeleton brothers was met with little fanfair and practically flew under the radar. What exactly Sans and his brother were up to before their arrival to Hometown is completely unknown.

At first, the skeleton brothers kept to themselves. Sans, who insisted on being called the "janitor" of his namesake store, despite being clearly the owner and never visibly cleaning, spent most of his time napping behind the counter; only stirring to crack a joke, restock the shelves or halfheartedly ring up a customer. Only as Hometown's residents began slowly adding trips to his store to their daily routines would Sans start poking his head out to the outside, taking on various oddjobs and getting more intimately familiar with Hometown's residents. With the new motivation in mind of finding new stuff to do to snuff out the creeping boredom of entrepreneurship, Sans has managed to slot into Hometown’s rhythm effortlessly, as if he had always belonged there, even if he seemingly has no past to speak of.