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He doesn’t look like the other monsters that lurk down this pathway.
Flurry knows they all come here to linger outside the Ruins door clad in red and black. They await the arrival of their final soul. They don’t wish to repeat their last mistake. The eighth human child was fortunate enough to slip away from them before they could be hauled off to the king and they disappeared into the forest long ago; they ran, they ran away and the snowfall covered their tracks.
Every dog monster was tasked with sniffing them out and turned up absolutely nothing. The dirt streaked across Flurry’s grubby sweater masked the scent of potential prey as well as the stench of their fear. They were dismissed as nothing more than some weird runt puppy left to perish in the cold. ( None of the poor dogs seem to have particularly stellar eyesight. Or focus on the task at hand. ) They’ve hidden away ever since, cold and hungry but relatively safe in the treeline.
He wears blue like Flurry used to. Maybe that explains the strange draw they feel to this stranger? Some part of them wants to call out to him, ask if he’s okay or lost but he could be dangerous. This could be a trick. The kid contents themselves with observing – perhaps a little more obviously than is typical for them. Normally they’d watch through the foliage of a bush or within the upper branches of a tree but they peep out at him from behind a tree trunk instead.
another underfell timeline, huh?
sans almost sighed by how predictable this seemed to be getting. his exploration into other universes was getting cut down to specifics now. things being different only by the monsters and how their specific personality interacted rather than the universe itself. a shame, he’d been hoping for something big this time around. rubbing a gloved hand along the back of his head, he’s eyeing where he came from. the dogs’ll likely tear his bones apart in this world.
being careful would serve him well while exploring, but before he’s moving on, he’s noticed something out of the corner of his socket. movement hidden behind the trees. he knows whoever’s there is scared, gotta be.
“ suppose i’ll just be goin’ this’a way. ”
loudly does the skeleton speak, drawling out words in a deep, thrumming tone. it’s warmer, more gentle, a skeleton who knows his way around an audience, even those who were terrified of him.
so off he goes. walking listlessly to the next area before he’s vanished from thin air. short, staticy feeling of magic curling up behind the little human and there he is again. standing behind them. chummy smile and lazy sockets now looking over the peeping tom with some interest. her hair was a rats nest and there were bandages wrapped about her eye in quite a familiar pattern. sans decides, what’s best now is to hold out his gloved hand towards her with a wink and a clever grin.
“ c’mon, don’t you know how ta greet a new pal? ”
urging her with a light insistence of the gesture.
“ turn ‘round and shake my hand. ”
he doesn’t fit in here. not with his soft edges and lack-of visible pointedness, his the lights that accompany dark sockets a gentle white. the human had every right to be wary ... but there was less things to be chilled to the bone about than this short skeleton here.
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