horror sans

• You hear loud crunches of snow. They sound louder with every breath you take. Someone will have dinner, and someone will have a coffin.*
  –Well, well...It was fun watching your fear...
  A long and low voice rang in your ears. You see a dark figure approaching you. It was a skeleton with a huge axe in his hands and hungry eyes. The games are over.

The horror of Sans caught me when I found myself in a dungeon with nothing. he wants to eat me.
Me: I'm afraid of you.
Horror Sans: I know and I like it terribly.