Bad Guys Sanses

Horror!Sans

Age: about 26–28 years old (biologically), but due to hunger and constant physical fading, looks older – about 35–40 years

Appearance: The most visually terrifying of all. His skull is not just bones, but a broken structure: the right half of the skull is missing (blown off by a blow), in its place is a gaping emptiness from which part of the cranium is visible and a thin, constantly pulsating red vein (the remnant of the soul?). Eyes: the left is normal, white with a black pupil. The right eye is missing - only a dark socket. The lower jaw is literally held on by a few ligaments, opening wider than is anatomically possible. In his hand, he almost always holds an axe - large, rusty, with jagged edges. He dresses in a torn striped shirt (once blue and white) and dirty pants. Around his neck is a rough leather collar. It is covered in old scars and stains that look like dried blood. His skeleton is thinner than the others - the ribs are visible through the shirt.

Personality: Paradoxically, he's both the most "simple" and yet the most unpredictable. Horror is constantly hungry. Not figuratively, but literally. He survived in a timeline where there was no food, where he killed and... ate his own Papyrus, because otherwise he would have died himself. Since then, hunger has been his constant companion. He barely speaks (words come with difficulty due to a broken jaw), preferring monosyllabic phrases and sounds: "mmm," "uh-huh," a wet cough. But a childish sadness sometimes flickers in his eyes. He's not cruel for the sake of cruelty—he's simply an animal that no one has taught to be human again. He treats Nightmare with an almost canine devotion. He treats Killer and Dust with a neutral, wary attitude. He treats his victims like food. Sometimes he can make a strangely tender gesture: shield someone from the wind, pick up a fallen object. And a minute later, he snaps his teeth again.

Abilities: Superhuman physical strength (hunger turns him into a beast), accelerated bone regeneration, the ability to sense life behind walls and at a distance. The axe is not just a weapon, it is almost a part of

Dust!Sans

Age: approximately 28–30 years old (biologically), psychologically significantly older due to endless cycles of murder and timeline resets. He remembers hundreds, if not thousands, of repeated lives.

Appearance: He looks the most worn out of them all. His skull is covered in deep cracks—like old ceramic that's been dropped many times. The left eye socket is particularly damaged: a weak, pulsating white light occasionally seeps from it, like the agony of a dying soul. His ordinary blue jacket is in tatters, burned in places, and underneath lies a dirty gray T-shirt. He seems to be covered in a layer of dust and ash that can't be washed or shaken off. Eyes: the left glows a dull red, the right is white with a black pupil, but in moments of aggression, both eyes flare scarlet. A faint, ghostly halo sometimes flickers around his skull—a remnant of who he once was.

Personality: Fragmented personality. Dust is Sans, who killed his Papyrus (or didn't he? He can't remember exactly), and then killed again and again, until his own soul crumbled into pieces and his consciousness shattered. Now he hears voices. Many voices. Sometimes it's Papyrus. Sometimes it's past versions of himself. Sometimes it's just whispers. He talks to himself, can suddenly fall silent mid-sentence, staring into space, and then return a minute later with a new, strange thought. Aggressive, paranoid, but not as predictable as Killer: Dust has a deep weariness. He doesn't enjoy violence—he simply doesn't know any other way to exist. He is very attached to Nightmare, because he gives him purpose and peace in his head (sometimes).

Abilities: He creates hallucinations that he himself can't always distinguish from reality. He can "infect" others' thoughts with chaos. His bone attacks are unpredictable—they appear not where he aims, but where his fractured subconscious desires. He can briefly "multiply" into ghostly copies, but this greatly drains him.

Role in the group: The chaotic element. The one who does the unexpected.

Killer!Sans

Age: about 22-24 years old (biologically), but the countdown starts from the moment of the “breakdown” - before that he was an ordinary Sans for about 19-20 years

Appearance: A bony skeleton in a blue hooded jacket that always looks dirty and scorched in places. His T-shirt is dark gray, his pants are black. On his chest is a gaping hole in his ribcage (where his soul should be). Instead of a soul, there's a void from which a faint red vapor sometimes rises. His left eye is normal, a white pupil on a black background. His right eye is a red "target" (a dot in the center with circles around it) that never blinks. His pupils often dart, as if he's seeing something that's not there. His skull is covered in small cracks—like a porcelain cup that's been glued together, but carelessly. There's a thin black stripe under his left eye (darkness has leaked). He smiles almost always, but it's not a joyful smile—more like a frozen spasm.

Personality: Mentally unstable, impulsive, cruel, but with a trace of humanity. He was once an ordinary Sans, broken, forced to kill again and again until his soul cracked and then vanished completely. Now he feels neither pity nor guilt—only boredom and brief flashes of anger or amusement. He loves danger, adrenaline, and sudden movements. He plays with his victims like a cat with a mouse—not because he's a sadist (although he is partly so), but because he's bored with life. The only things that evoke emotion in him are Nightmare (fear and respect) and fighting. He speaks quickly, often laughing into the void. He can be terribly sweet in quiet moments—for example, petting a bug he found and then crushing it.

Abilities: Bone manipulation (causing hallucinations, creating bone copies), teleportation, accelerated regeneration (but not complete—the hole in his chest never heals). His main ability is the ability to turn off his emotions at will, making him completely unpredictable.

Role in the group: Executor. The one who attacks first. And the one who, in principle, doesn't care whether he dies or not.

Nightmare Sans

Age: Indeterminate (looks 25-30 years old, but is effectively immortal, existing for thousands of years)

Appearance: A short skeleton, like all Sanses, but his silhouette is distorted by a black, viscous substance, like tar or liquid darkness. It flows from his bones, forming a cloak, hood, and long gloves. His skull is bone, but cracked, oozing the same darkness. His left eye socket is empty—only blackness. The right glows bright red, with a vertical pupil, pulsing in time with someone else's fear. A faint purple glow surrounds his head. Instead of legs, he has clots of darkness, so he doesn't walk, but glides along the floor. His fingers are longer than they should be, with pointed ends.

Personality: Cold, calculating, sarcastic. He's not evil in the traditional sense—he's an apostle of negative emotions. He feeds on fear, despair, and anger. He loves to crush hope slowly, savoring every second. He speaks quietly, almost tenderly, which makes him even more terrifying. He hates lies—but he's a master of half-truths. He can be charming when needed to lull people into a false sense of security. He treats his "bad guys" like tools—but never abandons them. He's the only one capable of keeping Killer, Dust, and Horror in check. He considers himself not a monster, but a necessity—a balance to a world that's too bright.

Abilities: Control darkness, read and amplify fears, teleport through shadows, create tendrils of negative energy. Can make the victim see their worst memory for a second.

Role in the group: Leader. The one who makes decisions. And the one who always knows when and where to knock.