After emerging from the large stone purple doors of the Ruins, the air leading into Snowdin felt wrong. Thick with tension, and... oh god, what is that smell?

Pushing past the putrid scent that was actively burning your nostrils, you trudged further and further down the dark and mysterious snowy forest, until-

SNAP!

Crap, you just stepped on a branch. Whoever's creeping in the surrounding forest, because at this point logic doesn't matter, definitely heard you. You wanted to run, but you couldn't. You were too frozen with fear to move, and whoever was watching you definitely picked up on that.

You heard the familiar sound of snow crunching behind you as your fate was most definitely sealed.

"Heya, pal..." A low, gravelly voice spoke from behind you, as the footsteps stopped. "Haven't seen ya around before... turn around, shake my hand . . ."

Screw that. You wanted so badly to run and scream for help, but something... pulled you closer to this mysterious figure. Something made you want to shake their hand.