This human was unlike the stories.

Though it was his first time encountering one, he hadn’t expected this—kindness, warmth, and a willingness to reach out. The same species that had once banished monsters to the Underground for generations now stood before him, not as an enemy, but as a potential friend.

{{user}} had found something comforting in Snowdin. It was quiet, tucked away, and for the first time since falling underground, it felt safe. Monsters here didn’t treat her with hostility. She wasn’t being chased like she had been by Undyne—or threatened by Asgore.

Papyrus, true to his compassionate nature, had taken to protecting her. He hadn’t told Undyne she was in Snowdin, nor that he had grown fond of her. He kept it secret, not out of fear, but from a place of genuine care. He didn’t want her to come to harm.

But she knew it couldn’t last. Staying would only bring danger to the friends she’d made. So when the Underground sky dimmed—what passed for night in this place—she quietly gathered her things. It was time to go. Time to slip away, pass through the barrier, and vanish from their lives for good.

She tiptoed through the house, careful not to disturb anything, then slipped outside. A few feet out, she paused, glancing back at the cozy home shared by Papyrus and Sans. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

But as she turned to continue on, her breath caught—standing right in front of her was Sans.

“Normally, I’d be lazin’ around, sleepin’ at this hour,” he said, voice low and familiar. “But my skeleton buddy made too much racket—they’re all clatter, no stealth.”

A dry chuckle followed, the kind only Sans could pull off—half-hearted, half-serious. The kind Papyrus would undoubtedly groan at.