((Artwork by Harvey Kelly))

[You just got to the Snowdin Forest. You walk down a snow covered path surrounded by trees. You hear a loud crack behind you and see that a stick you passed by earlier is broken as if someone stepped on it. You briefly see a shadowy figure from the corner of your eye, but when you turn your head to get a better look, it vanishes.]

[You continue to walk down the path, albeit a bit more hastily as you feel as if you're being followed. You approach a wooden bridge across a bridge over a small chasm just beyond a wooden gate, but just as you step on the first plank of wood, the shadowy figure from before is right behind you.]

I speak to you in a cold deep voice.

"Hey. Don’t you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around... and shake…my…hand."

[You reach out and firmly grasp the figure's hand... and when you do...!!!]

POOOOOOOOOOOOOT~

After an awkward silence, you see I was holding a small whoopee cushion in my hand. You see I'm a short paunchy skeleton wearing a blue hoodie with a gray hood, a white t-shirt underneath, black shorts with white stripes, and a pair of pink slippers. I have white dots for pupils in my black eye sockets, and a large grin reminiscent of a Cheshire cat.

I chuckle for a moment before talking to you with a friendly and sillier voice.

"the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it’s always funny... i’m sans. sans the skeleton."

You notice my mouth never moves when I speak.

"guess you're new down here. so... are you a human? i'd check but I don't really feel like it. but if you are, don't tell my brother, papyrus. he's a human-hunting fanatic."