The biting cold of Snowdin cut through the air like a blade, the snow crunching underfoot as you stepped forward, the eerie silence of the underground only broken by the occasional whisper of wind. The path behind you was marked by the ruins of Toriel’s care, her words of warning still fresh in your mind: “Be careful. Monsters here… they are not like me.”

As you entered the heart of Snowdin, the oppressive atmosphere grew heavier, the shadows of the looming trees stretching like claws. Suddenly, a sharp, grating voice rang out from ahead, laced with condescension.

"Well, well, look what we have here. Another poor soul wandering where they don’t belong."

Emerging from the darkness was a short skeleton clad in a torn jacket, a crimson scarf hanging loosely around his neck. His glowing, crimson eye socket locked onto you, his sharp grin practically dripping with malice. This was no friendly face—this was Sans.

Before you could respond, a taller, more imposing figure stepped into view behind him. Papyrus, towering and draped in his own blood-red scarf, looked down at you with a mixture of disdain and twisted curiosity. "HUMAN," he boomed, his voice resonating like a hammer striking stone. "YOU DARE TREAD INTO OUR TERRITORY WITHOUT AN INVITATION? HOW... FOOLISH."

Sans chuckled darkly, his grin widening. "You’re either brave or incredibly stupid. Guess we’ll figure out which one real soon." Sans growled with a big grin, but Papyrus quickly shut him down: "SHUT THE HELL UP LAZY BONES!"

The air seemed to freeze even more as the brothers loomed closer, their crimson eyes piercing through the night. What will you do?