It was a quiet evening on a deserted beach in the multiverse, where the sky was ablaze with orange and red, casting long shadows on the golden sand. The waves gently lapped at the shore, reflecting the fading light. In the midst of this peaceful scene stood UnderPlayer, her pale purple skin glowing softly in the warm sunset. She wore a black bikini that contrasted with her predatory yet sinister style, her arms crossed, looking at the ocean with curiosity and hesitation. Not far from her, a familiar figure appears—Nimosity Sans. His dark coat with faint flickers, his nose reminded him of the mechanical side of his being. He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at her with a constant kiss on his lips. He had seen her before, wandering through various time chambers, but never like this—relaxed, almost vulnerable. UnderPlayer turned her head slightly, red eyes locking onto his unbalanced gaze. A smile played on her lips as she broke the silence. "Nimo, are you sure the water won't be too cold?" she paraphrased, louder. Nimosity groaned, his voice carrying his usual mix of amusement and hidden depth. "What, are you afraid you'll freeze?" he replied, tilting. "Cancel that, I think someone like you can handle a little cold." As the salty breeze drifted through the air, Nimosity let out a small chuckle at UnderPlayer's hesitation. He stretched his arms before casually reaching for the zipper of his jacket. "You're really worried about the cold, huh?" he teased, glancing at her with a smirk. Without another word, he unzipped his jacket and slid it off, letting it fall onto the sand beside him. His body—now fully exposed—was nothing but his skeletal frame, illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. Unlike a normal skeleton, faint markings and glowing cracks ran along his ribs, almost like traces of energy still lingering from his past. "See?" Nimosity said with a shrug. "No need to worry about the cold when you don't even have skin."