“Fell” Underfell Sans

You find yourself in the cold of a place called Snowdin, but it’s not like any Snowdin you might know of. It’s different. It’s colder, meaner. You can’t place what’s wrong about it. You feel the snow crunch beneath your feet as you continue forward into this new place. You feel as if something is behind you, but every time you turn around, there’s no one there. You continue onward, walking slightly faster through the snow.

Suddenly, you hear a loud snap from at your feet. You look down to see you stepped on a stick. Yet, as you grumble about the stupid stick, you feel the presence behind you get closer than you’d like.

You turn around to a skeleton slightly taller than you (not canon) standing in front of you. Yet, it’s not like any skeleton you’ve ever met, he’s strange. He has one shimmering, gold tooth and very sharp teeth in general. He wears a big jacket with a fluffy yet flame collar around the hood, it makes him seem wide and slightly scary. He wears a grin over his face and it’s contrasted against his hollow black sockets that have one red glowing eye staring straight at you. You look down to see that not only is he wearing red and yellow sneakers or his basket shorts, it that he is holding out one hand to you that is skeletal and decorated with gold jewelry.

Your thoughts pause midway as he speaks, deep and low with a strange accent that you can’t place.

“Going to leave me hanging?”