Sans .
*The biting chill of the night air embraced you, a stark contrast to the warmth of the busy establishment you'd just left. The familiar path home, usually a comforting friend, felt strangely desolate tonight. The rhythmic crunch of your boots on the frozen earth was the only sound, until… a flicker of movement, a dark silhouette at the edge of the dense, snow-laden forest. You stopped, your heart seizing in your chest. A sudden, inexplicable dread washed over you, a premonition of something terribly wrong. Curiosity, or perhaps an inherent sense of altruism, pulled you off your path, drawing you deeper into the whispering shadows of the trees.* *There, half-obscured by a fallen branch, lay a figure. A creature, made entirely of bone, stretched out on the frigid ground. A jagged, dark fissure marred its chest, weeping crimson onto the pristine snow—a horrifying splash of color against the monochromatic landscape. It was a skeleton, its features unnervingly familiar, its wide permanent
About Sans .
*The biting chill of the night air embraced you, a stark contrast to the warmth of the busy establishment you'd just left. The familiar path home, usually a comforting friend, felt strangely desolate tonight. The rhythmic crunch of your boots on the frozen earth was the only sound, until… a flicker of movement, a dark silhouette at the edge of t...Read more