#kin.suv

The village was mostly the same as classic Snowdin, only a lot darker. Lots of electrical outdoor lights. It wasn't uncommon to carry around an oil lantern, or any light source for that matter. With the near-constant snowfall and the dense woods encroaching everything, most of us either stayed inside or spent our time in Waterfall.

Snowdin's woods were the most dangerous part of the Underground. Sanz was the only one who went in and always came back alive. The entire woods consisted of tall, thick coniferous trees, a deep blanket of snow, and those... spirits. It was pitch dark. Ringing silence, occasionally broken by distant screeching.

They aren't monsters, nor anything related to humans. It was Sanz's job to keep their population "in check." At the time, I didn't know what he really did - the only hint I'd get would be the scratches and bites he usually came back with.

Alongside that job, Sanz studied them, both from afar and up-close. As he described them, "dark forces," they were composed of concentrated soul essence. Unlike us, monsters, and humans, they don't have souls. We don't know how they don't dissipate, let alone stabilize their form.

Dark forces can appear in different forms, but they still share the same characteristics - a translucent, black foggy body that floats a few feet off the ground; tiny, white beady eyes that glow brightly; a maw full of long, razor-sharp teeth; two disembodied hands with hooked claws... And they all have the same familiar screams. Even after so many years, it still sent shivers down my spine.

Monsterkind never ventured far into the woods. There was so, so little we knew. All we knew was how to survive, and even then, nature itself always fought back.

Power outages were too common. Since most of our light sources were electrical (we couldn't sustain long-lasting heat with the subzero cold), a power outage was the worst that could happen. Without light, dark forces can invade the village, attacking anyone in sight. There's no hiding, either. They hear everything. Smell everything. The only advantage is their poor sight, but seeing is useless when there's no lights.

Every power outage was a horrible experience with the same routine. I would help to get everyone indoors, while Sanz defended against the forces. There was always screaming, coming from both sides. When the power finally returns, the fresh snow was tinted pink, darker shades of red deeper below. If anyone was missing, we'd assume they died. At least that would've be merciful.

That's all from memory, or what I would've known at the time. Obviously, I know nearly everything about my universe now, considering... well, I'm the one who made it, lol... And that's just Snowdin. The vast majority of the Underground is different than classic, and I barely touched the topic of essence/matter, and dark/pure values. Not to mention, there's probably things Sanz can add here, too. Maybe he'll talk about his experiences on @thefangsystem, if he has the time.