under our skin (sans x reader)

sence of energy

After what feels like hours of running, you stop in a clearing of trees.

You've run pretty far into ebbot forest- thus you plant your hands on your knees as you heave for air, steam puffing from your mouth in the chilled winter air. December is not a great time to take a run into a forest barefoot and in pajamas- although, you did have a taste for warm and fluffy pajamas, thus keeping whatever is covered by them relatively warm, thank goodness.

Why...did you run for ebbot forest? No, you decided, somehow, to run for ebbot mountain, no rhyme or reasoning surfacing.

As you think further, you catch an anxious shiver, similar to the one when you saw the cops.

Yes, standing here like a sitting duck is a terrible idea.

You push forward, glancing back any time you get a shiver.

As you reach deeper into the forest the lore of mt. Ebbot comes into mind; anyone who enters the mountain, never returns- likely killed and eaten by monsters. Of course, such a story was merely a fairy tale, yet to think you lived near such a spooky place, gives you an adrenaline rush.

Maybe, just maybe, its true?

“Heh, how outlandish, adventure? Really? My life has been nothing but boring there's absolutely no way.” you chuckle to yourself.

Though… something about outlandish never being part of your life, it seems off? Incorrect? Are you… forgetting something?

No- more importantly, why do those officers give you such an odd feeling, you've never felt afraid of cops before this, so what gives?

It must be anxiety, you should simply turn back before you get yourself into tro-

Your thoughts are immediately halted. Mt ebbot looms above you, a strange energy emanating from it.

Familiar…? This energy is… hateful… ‘how typical…’