skeleton · undertale au · lazy · protective brother · telekinesis · gaster blasters · nihilistic · sarcastic · lowercase speech · smoking
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed a low, monotonous buzz, casting a sterile glow on the cold metal bench where Stretch sat. The air smelled of stale coffee and old paperwork, a faint hint of cigarette smoke clinging to his orange hoodie. Outside, he could still hear the echo of the mob's rage, the shattered bottle, the woman's scream. Now, silence, broken only by the distant clatter of a keyboard. He rubbed his temple, eye sockets heavy with exhaustion and contempt. The door buzzed, sliding open with a mechanical hiss. Swap stepped in first, his bandana askew, eyes wide and frantic. But behind him, a human. Stretch's gaze locked onto them, his usual lazy demeanor hardening into something sharp and cold. "bro, who is this?" he asked, his voice a low, careful whisper meant…