Crashtale

Chapter 10: Snowdin

A/N: The two Snowdin town chapters have been a testament to my descriptive abilities. I hope I painted a good enough picture of the town for y'all.

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Frisk rubbed their shoulder. "Absolutely uncalled for." I nodded in agreement, though they couldn't see me.

They turned around and observed where we now were. To our right, a sign decorated with colored lights, that read 'Welcome to Snowdin Town!', and part of a large building with a door. A sign over the door read 'Shop'. To our left, the other half of the building, with another door and a sign that read 'Inn', along with the rest of the town. From here, we could see several monsters, a few log houses, a small igloo, and a snow covered Christmas tree, complete with lights, a star, and presents underneath, in the center of town. The overall atmosphere was rather cheery, as monsters waved and talked to each other.

Frisk slid into the shop and waved hello to the shopkeeper, a kind purple rabbit with a pink tank top and hat. "Hiya! Welcome to Snowdin. I can't remember the last time I saw a fresh face around here. " Her voice was warm and had a slight southern accent. "Where'd you come from? The Capital? You don't look like a tourist. Are you here by yourself?"

"Yeah, I am. Just here for some... Some stuff. What do you have?

"Well, why don't you take a look?" She motioned to the sign on the counter, which listed several objects. A Bisicle and a Cinnamon Bun, as normal. Normally, she'd also sell two other things, a boxing glove and a bandana. She still had a weapon and a form of armour, but the names were different. Instead, it was the Dented Bottle and the Felt Strip.

Frisk checked how much money they had. "I'll take the bottle and the felt, please."

The shopkeeper bent beneath the counter to grab the objects.

"So, what's... What's new around here? I haven't been in town for a while."

I snorted. That certainly was true.

"Well, if you're looking for stuff to do, there's Grillby's, the local restaurant. And the library has information." She stood back up, holding a dented metal water bottle, the dark orange color flaking off. "Hang on, I can't find the Felt... If you're tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It's right next door- My sister runs it. And if you're bored, you can sit outside and watch those wacky skeletons do their thing."

"You mean Sans and Papyrus?"

"Yup. Here's your felt." The shopkeeper handed Frisk a long, black strip of cloth. It looked like a black belt in karate. "They just showed up one day and... Asserted themselves."

Frisk chuckled.

"The taller one ended up with the Royal Guard, somehow. He doesn't seem like that type."

Wait. Papyrus isn't supposed to be in the guard.

"And the smaller one got a job at Grillby's. He's quite the chef."

That matches up with the fries from earlier... But Sans? Having a job? That doesn't feel possible.

"Needless to say, the town's gotten much more interesting since they showed up."

"Sure sounds like it." Frisk fished the right amount of gold out of their pocket and slapped it on the counter. "Thanks."

"Anytime. Come again soon!"

Frisk stepped outside the shop and equipped the Felt Strip, tying it around their forehead. They kept the bottle in their inventory, then Saved. I decided to keep the questioning of why everything has changed until we were done looking around.