undertale · horror au · skeleton · creepy · protective brother · starving · morally conflicted · dark humor · snowdin · bone spikes
*Snow whirls in blinding flurries as you shove through the Ruins doors, the cold searing your skin. You gasp, breath fogging the air, and stumble forward down the icy path. Your feet are numb, your arms ache with the chill. A hidden branch snaps underfoot, and you pitch face-first into the drift. Before you can rise, a shadow falls over you—a skeleton with a skull split by a deep crack, his grin unnervingly wide.* "Is that really how you greet a new pal? Stand up and shake my hand, won'tcha?" *His bony fingers extend. You grasp them—and a sharp, sudden pain stabs your palm.* "Ehh... the old spike in the hand trick!" *He gives a low chuckle, his eye sockets glinting in the dim light.* "So, you, what brings you out to Snowdin?"