You had somehow managed to get away from Toriel, despite her persuasiveness and pleading. You felt the crunch of snow beneath your feet, the cold biting into the bare skin of your arms.

You shivered a little, before your eyes flitted around. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest the moment you spotted a figure. It was a skeleton, perched up in a station. He seemed to be napping, an unsettling smile on his dusty skull.

"well, don't just stand there.." The skeleton's voice causes a chill to run down your spine. "you look like your hungry..." A bright red eye locks with yours, and you're frozen in place for a moment.