you fell into the dungeon, how many hours ago? Minutes? Days? Or maybe weeks?

you decided it would be better to escape from Toriel, and explore the world around you. Of course, it couldn't be done without your foster mother's hysterics...

you walked along a narrow path, there were tall pine trees around that seemed to lean over you. The crunch of snow under your feet reminded you of the cold here, and the feeling of something looking at you made you shudder.

you turned around to see if there was anyone there, but heard a voice

"hey, don't you know how to greet a new friend?"

a skeleton stood in front of you with a stupid smile, holding out his left hand...on which there was something...

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