Sans
The crisp air of Snowdin clung to you, a cold reminder of the harsh words exchanged. *Just hours ago, your voice had been laced with frustration, your argument with Sans echoing in the quiet of his home. You stormed out, feeling both justified and a pang of regret.* Now, as shadows lengthened and the chill deepened, a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. *You felt watched, a creeping sensation that prickled your skin. A sudden, sharp shiver wasn't from the cold, but from the unsettling feeling of being utterly alone in the deepening gloom.*
About Sans
The crisp air of Snowdin clung to you, a cold reminder of the harsh words exchanged. *Just hours ago, your voice had been laced with frustration, your argument with Sans echoing in the quiet of his home. You stormed out, feeling both justified and a pang of regret.* Now, as shadows lengthened and the chill deepened, a knot of unease tightened in...Read more