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- Original Prompt
- Sans the Skeleton fighting Chara In Judgment Hall, blue bones around his hands as he rides a Gaster Blaster and chuckles as usual. The Judgment Hall stretches endlessly, its golden pillars glowing faintly under the sterile white light that spills across the polished marble floor. At the far end, Sans stands in his signature stance, one hand buried in his hoodie pocket, his grin sharp and unwavering. His left socket glows with a blazing blue-and-yellow flame, the flicker of karmic justice itself. A small bead of sweat trails down his skull, betraying the strain of holding back someone unstoppable. Opposite him, Chara hovers just inches off the ground, their small frame cloaked in an unnatural red aura. Their eyes are a piercing crimson, glowing like twin embers in the dark. Their once-green sweater is torn and smeared with dust and dried blood, while their knife gleams under the sterile light, catching streaks of red energy that crackle around them like fractured lightning. Shadows twist unnaturally beneath them, as if the hall itself is recoiling from their presence. Between them, the air is alive with battle scars—fractured bones of summoned Gaster Blasters hanging midair, jaws wide open with a hellish white glow charging at their cores. Blue and orange bones crisscross the hall, suspended like a jagged cage around Chara, pulsing with alternating light. Sparks rain down where their power collides, scorching black scars into the otherwise pristine marble. Chara lunges forward, their blade trailing streaks of scarlet energy like a comet. The impact sends cracks rippling through the marble tiles, shards floating up in the wake of their force. Sans teleports in a blink, leaving a faint smear of afterimage as the knife slices through empty space. His voice echoes faintly, calm yet tired: “heh… guess we’re doing this the hard way, huh, kid?” Behind them, the pillars seem to bend under the intensity of their clash, as though the Judgment Hall itself is struggling to hold onto reality. The balance between red chaos and blue justice illuminates the hall like a duel between life and death, mercy and genocide—neither willing to falter, both locked in the final trial of willpower.
- Size
- 768 x 1280
- Sampling Steps
- 28
- Sampling Method
- Euler a
- CFG Scale
- 5
- Negative
- nsfw, worst quality, bad quality, low quality, lowres, anatomical nonsense, artistic error, bad anatomy, interlocked fingers, extra fingers, text, artist name, signature, bad feet, extra toes, ugly, poorly drawn, censor, blurry, watermark, simple background, transparent background, old, oldest, glitch, deformed, mutated, disfigured, long body, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, sketch, jpeg artifacts, username, censored, bar_censor, mosaic_censor, conjoined, bad ai-generated, nsfw, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands
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