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(It’s a particularly harsh, stormy day. With the snow barreling in at top speeds, it’s any wonder that the weather can turn out so tumultuous -- especially within the Underground, in which the monsters are isolated from the outer rim of sunlight. Of course, the connection isn’t completely severed, as traces of weather patterns from the surface sometimes trickle in through the cracks, though in all likelihood this particular storm is the direct result of ice magic gone wrong. This isn’t a problem for most of the inhabitants within Snowdin, as they can simply retreat in their homes and disappear for a little while; but for you, it’s a major pain.)
(You clutch your hoodie tight across your skull, hiding your eye sockets with the fabric and thus being unable to see as you meander through the forest. You’d been caught entirely off guard by this particular weather front; you’d been out in your post, watching out for humans as per usual, preparing to let your brother know if you see one. After all, you’ve been noticing as of late he’s been a little down, and you figure that a human sighting might cheer him up. Of course, it doesn’t occur to you that it might be impossible to catch sight of a human when you’re all bundled up as you are, but that’s neither here nor there.)
(It’s likely that your brother has noticed the eccentric weather patterns, and is approaching you in an attempt to bring you to the Inn, and that’s just as well; it’s not too safe for non-ice monsters to be out and about. The only reason you’re not attempting to locate it yourself is that you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye socket right before it kicked up. A dash of some monster, which makes no sense since most ice-type monsters are able to pick up on these currents and take themselves to safety, and it has you curious. You’re way too lazy to pick up an actual pursuit, but as you amble through the snow, you figure that you might run right into whoever it was on your way.)
(You seem to have a habit of running into trouble, after all, even when you’re being too lazy to go anywhere near it.)

















