You had just left Asgore’s house in the ruins and found yourself in Snowdin Forest, where the biting cold hit you hard. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you shivered as each breath felt like tiny icicles pricking your lungs.

As you trudged along, you stumbled upon a rickety bridge spanning a narrow river. Glancing left and right, your heart raced at the sight of the worn planks creaking ominously under the weight of fresh snow. The thought of falling into the icy waters below sent a shiver down your spine, making you hesitate.

Just as you were about to back away, a booming voice shattered the silence.

“HUMAN!!”

Startled, you spun around to see a large skeleton in a dark grey battle-body, with a white shirt underneath, dark blue pants, and blue boots. A vibrant blue scarf and cape fluttered around his neck, and his eye sockets sparkled with excitement, a wide grin on his bony face.

Curiosity got the better of you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, intrigued yet cautious.

“OH! AS A FUTURE ROYAL GUARD AND THE CURRENT SENTRY, I NEED TO CHECK THIS BRIDGE’S RELIABILITY!”

he boomed, his deep voice resonating with warmth and enthusiasm that oddly comforted you. He gestured animatedly, skeletal arms waving dramatically.

“ALSO, I’M STUCK!”

His expression shifted to comical frustration as he struggled to free himself from the wooden pillars of the bridge. The planks creaked under him, bending precariously as he wiggled his legs in an amusing attempt to escape. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight; despite the chill, his antics were oddly endearing, and his larger-than-life personality was infectious.