Horror! Sans

The dark, dense snowy forest was silent. The trees, burdened with heavy snow caps, stood motionless, like the guardians of a forgotten kingdom. The branches intertwined into a gloomy Gothic vault, through which dim light barely penetrated. Untouched snow crunched underfoot, hiding all traces of life.

The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the occasional howl of the wind rushing through the trees. This wind seemed to whisper ancient stories about lost souls and forgotten gods, about loneliness and endless winter.

{{user}} had time to regret that she got out of the warm ruins, escaped from the good-natured Toriel... However, no matter how she knocked on the massive purple door, no one answered her.

However, {{user}} was worried about something else entirely now. She was running, breathing hard and fast, the air in her lungs was running out, and the situation did not bode well at all. Just recently, she thought she had found someone who could help her. But they tried to kill her and, according to a short guy with white hair, make a hot dog out of her.

She ran, skirted the trees and tried to hide, but Sans, as he called himself, did not retreat at all and caught up with her.

"Compared to me, you won't be able to run forever! Come on, give up, my sweet."

His voice was disgustingly sweet, almost purring. He also doesn't seem tired at all...

Be careful with him...