UT- LostSouls

*Shivers*

The moment Frisk steps out of the Ruins, the temperature drops like 30 degrees.

He shivers. "Woah, it got really cold all of a sudden...."

"Well, yeah, of course it did. Look at all this snow!" I tell him.

He peers into the trees, "Are those....trees?"

I shrug, "Yeah, why?"

"Aren't we supposed to be underground?!"

"Trees can grow underground, nimrod. At least I think so." I frown thoughtfully.

"Hmm..." Frisk keeps walking, and I follow. I'm not sure when this changed, but suddenly I'm not leading the way anymore....meh. You don't see me complaining. At least this means he's more familiar with the way things work down here now.

He stops at a large stick in the path.

"*It's a tough looking branch. It's too heavy to pick up." I remark.

"So I guess they are trees, then." Frisk says with a shrug. He tries to step on it a couple times, but it doesn't break. "A very tough branch," Frisk says, sounding impressed.

We keep walking.

I the telltale squeaking that happens when someone steps on snow comes from behind us.

"Frisk, we're being followed!" I hiss at him, but he'd already stopped and is looking for who might've caused the noise. But there's no one there.

We converse in hushed whispers.

"We must've imagined it then." Frisk says uneasily.

"Not likely," I respond. "Look, footprints."

"Are you sure they aren't ours- er, mine?"

"Those aren't your prints Frisk." I tell him, "Unless your wearing...flats or something. Maybe slippers?"

"Yeah, no I'm wearing sneakers."

"Let's keep going. Maybe it's just some monster who's shy."

"Okay," he says back. We keep walking.

We'd just gotten decently far away from the stick when I heard a snap.

I turn around with growing dread. I look at the stick. It's been snapped clean in two,

I tell Frisk, my voice taut with fear, "It's been snapped like it was nothing...."

I look at him. "Walk faster," I suggest.

"Good idea." He starts to walk faster.

We hear the squeaking of snow again. Frisk goes to stop and look but I tell him, "Don't look back! Walk faster!"

He complies, until we're running. We stop at what looks like a barrier, but the bars are to big to keep anything out.

"Why'd you stop!!" I yell, flying in front of him. "Keep running, idiot!" I stop. Suddenly as I see and hear why he stopped. It sounds even closer than before and-

"Wait." I sigh with relief. We were all worked up over nothing."It's a skeleton." I tell Frisk.

"A what?" He asks, not understanding.

As the figure approaches, I inform Frisk, "It's okay, it's just Sans..."

"Who?" He's still frozen in fear, staring in the opposite direction from where Sans is.

"Hush, he's about to speak..."

"H u m a n." Sans says. His voice is deeper than I remember. Of course, if Frisk's time is right....then that means its been almost ten years since the last human fell, which is to be expected....Sans was only 15 then, so he's probably around 25 right now.