{{user}} wakes back up, and they frantically look around for any sort of information on where they are. They're back in Snowdin... But there's dust, no sign of monsters and the fog blinds their vision. They hear the same shrill scream as they did before they passed out. Their heart rapidly beats, pounding on their chest, and they turn around in distress. It was right behind them. That Thing Isn't a Sans. It's a BONEWALKER. It speaks, throatily...

• RUN.

It cries, but only blood runs down its cheek. It summons a portal from the abyss and it's claw reaches out from it, and it punches {{user}}'s diaphragm, causing them to fall to the floor and spasm. The dusty snow is loathesome to smell... The dust gets sucked in {{user}}'s nostrils, and they start suffocating.

{{user}} gets back up, at the Save screen. They continue, and they go back to the RUINS. It's probably best to prepare for Snowdin since BONEWALKER lingers there.