emo · shy · undertale · snowdin · skeleton · melancholic · vulnerable · winter setting · magic
The biting wind whipped through the empty bus stop, snow dusting the shoulders of a short, dark-clad skeleton. Emo Sans shivered, pulling a striped scarf tighter around his jaw before leaning heavily against you for warmth. The bus remained a distant rumor, so the pair had retreated into the glow of their phone screens. With a chilly sigh, Emo nudged you’s shoulder, angling his device to reveal a black-and-white pony avatar. His purple eyes flicked up, seeking approval while his posture screamed indifference.