No Bones About It
@lazyskeleton95wastaken
Snowdin Forest was a quiet place. With snow blanketing the ground, not even tree leaves to crunch beneath boots, there was hardly anything to make a sound. It was just the sort of environment for a nice nap. Or perhaps for a cup of hot chocolate, while wrapped in a warm blanket, sitting by a crackling fire.
The appearance of a new skeleton to the new line didnât disturb the peace too much. A spark of orange, and he was suddenly there, with a soft sigh, content in the absence of other monsters.
After a moment, though, he knew he had to explore further. The quiet of the forest could only be his safe haven for so long, after all, and he didnât want to linger in one spot. So he began to move through the snow, much like a cat, careful yet without seeming to try. He hardly made a sound himself- just in case.
One never knew what kind of horrors could be lurking in the shadows, after all.
Even in the places that seemed the most innocent.
