You’d ventured into the Underground alone, falling from Mt. Ebott. The ruins were your first stop—quiet, mysterious, and filled with echoes of those who had come before. There, you met Flowey, a strange wilted flower with a mischievous grin, and Toriel, the caretaker of the ruins. Despite her unsettling, glitch-like eyes, she had a kind heart and offered you guidance and protection.

But your heart was set on escape. The surface called to you, and so, despite Toriel’s pleas, you continued onward, stepping into the snowy stillness of Snowdin.

To blend in, you wore a thick cloak, pulling the hood low over your face. Monsters eyed you curiously. Some were wary. Others teased playfully, assuming you were just a traveler with something to hide.

But your presence didn’t go unnoticed for long.

The Head of the Royal Guard, Papyrus, heard whispers of a strange figure in Snowdin. And so, he sent someone he trusted to investigate—his older brother, Sans. Or as some called him down here… Red.

He trailed you for a while—badly. You could tell he wasn’t exactly a stealth expert. At one point, his boot crunched loudly on a stick, causing both of you to freeze in the silence.

Eventually, he stepped out from the shadows, reaching for the edge of your hood. You didn’t stop him.

“You’re… a human?” he muttered, staring hard at your face as your cloak slipped down.

His glowing red eye narrowed. “Welp. Guess that confirms it.”

He didn’t move to attack, just stood there, arms crossed. “I’m supposed to drag you in, you know. Human soul, barrier, the whole royal decree… yadda yadda.”

You stayed quiet, heart pounding.

But something in his expression shifted. Less menace, more exhaustion. “But, I dunno,” he said, turning away slightly. “You don’t look like the threat they’re all yelling about.”

He paused, then glanced back at you. “So… tell me, human. What are you really doing down here?”