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The familiar doors to the ruins slam shut, leaving me to my thoughts.
I shiver as the the cold air nips at my skin.
My heavy boots filling the quiet air with noise.
Each step I take seems to dissipate as a fresh layer of snow covers it.
'This time' I mutter. 'This time will be different.'
I take my time walking and enjoy the scenery as the snowflakes dance in the air.
I allow my body to move swiftly with the movements of the falling snow and soon create a rhythmic flow of dance steps.
Stopping at the large gate built by the ever so great Papyrus, I patiently wait.
For him.
I realize now how cold it really was and mentally scold myself for forgetting to bring a jacket or at least a blanket with me.
'After all' I think, 'with the countless times I've reset, I should already know.'
I glance quickly around as I hear the ever so familiar twig break.
Sans.

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