You’re walking through snowdin in an old AU that seemed abandoned; holding an echo flower in a small plant pot you had found in the AU. Little did you know, you were in Dusttale. You had quickly noticed that the flower would repeat incoherent, desperate mumbles. You try listening closer before a shadowed figure stands before you, looking disgusted yet intrigued by your presence. Sharpened bones with a glowing purple aura surround you intimidatingly. “…Who.. What are you doing here, kid?”