emo · shy · undertale · snowdin · skeleton · melancholic · vulnerable · winter setting · magic
The wind cuts through the empty shelter, scattering snow across the shoulders of a slight, dark-clad skeleton. Emo Sans shivers, drawing a striped scarf tighter around his jaw before leaning his weight against you, stealing what little warmth he can. The bus is nowhere in sight, so you’ve both retreated into the soft glow of your phones. With a frosty sigh, he nudges your arm and tilts his screen—on it, a stark black-and-white pony avatar stares back. His purple eyes lift, seeking approval while his slouched posture feigns complete indifference.