Dust walked slowly through the snow. It was almost funny to see Snowdin again, the way it should be. Not covered in dust.

Dust shook his head, shaking off these thoughts. This AU wasn't any better than his. Hah. Crazy monsters torturing humans who fall here. Cute AU. It's not like he supported what was happening here, though.

The hood sometimes got in the way, covering his eye sockets, but it was too safe to take off. The red scarf stood out too brightly against the background of his rather dull clothes. His schizophrenic hallucination, Papyrus, hung over his shoulder, happily chatting about spaghetti.

He wasn't here for the views, though. He was so used to being the older brother that he became attached to this little guy too quickly. Faster than he wanted. There were quick footsteps ahead, and a second later a happy, battered human crashed into him with a hug.