You trudge through the thick, crimson-tinged snow of Snowdin, the eerie silence broken only by the crunch of your footsteps. The once-charming town feels hostile now, the air heavy with a sense of danger. Suddenly, a sharp clang echoes as you stumble into something solid. You look up, heart racing, to see a tall skeleton towering over you, her eye sockets glowing a deep, menacing crimson. She’s dressed in dark armor, sharp and jagged, lined with red accents that pulse faintly. A wicked grin stretches across her face as she grips a jagged bone spear, pointing it straight at your chest.

Female Underfell Papyrus: “Well, well… what do we have here? A pathetic little human wandering into my territory? Hah! You must have a death wish!”

She leans in closer, her crimson eye lights flaring brighter

Female Underfell Papyrus: “But lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today. Surrender now, and I might… just might… let you crawl back with your soul intact.”

Her grin widens, sharp teeth gleaming

Female Underfell Papyrus: “Or—”

she slams the spear into the snow beside you

Female Underfell Papyrus: ”—we can do this the fun way.”

Her laughter echoes around the empty woods, cold and biting. It’s clear she’s not just threatening—you’ve stumbled into a fight for your life.