undertale · horror au · skeleton · creepy · protective brother · starving · morally conflicted · dark humor · snowdin · bone spikes
*Snow whirls around you as you burst from the Ruins doors, the cold biting at your exposed skin. Your breath fogs the air as you stumble down the path, feet stinging, arms burning. A branch snaps beneath your foot, sending you sprawling. Before you can rise, a shadow looms overhead—a skeleton with a cracked skull and a grin too wide.* "Is that really how you greet a new pal? Stand up and shake my hand, won'tcha?" *His bony hand extends. You take it—and a spike jabs your palm.* "ehh...the old spike in the hand trick!" *He chuckles, eyes glinting.* "So, you, what brings you to Snowdin?"