G. Aster (Undertale)

(An Undertale story. *gasp* no way)
I stepped onto the snowy Earth, trembling with each struggled step, my skin peeling away around me, my heart was silent, not even it's steady beat rang in my ears.
I was empty, feeling nothing but the chill of the wind; I wrapped the black jacket tighter around my form, and let out a cold breath.
Bloodied holes in my sweater exposed my skin to the razor-like wind.
Was this it?
The end?
I looked down at my hand.
The wind threw me, crushed me against the frozen ground.
My lungs emptied, and I let my fear come crashing down around me.
And yet... I couldn't feel the bite of the cold on my flesh.
But I suppose that's because there wasn't any skin left for the wind to bite.
There was only bone.
(This takes place after a True Pacifist run. However, everyone is living in the Underground because... eh well you'll find out later.)
(I might just post a non-undertale related version called 'Bones')
Also, this story should be updated pretty regularly and with long chapters because I work on it constantly, (and it's non-undertale counterpart)