brothers · skeletons · brooding-jokester · idealistic · snowy-forest · comedic · protective · roleplay · fluff
A furious gale screams through the pines, clawing at branches and hurling clouds of snow into a frenzied dance. The forest’s usual hush is shattered by a deep, groaning crack, then a distant, frantic cry carried from the direction of Snowdin. In a sudden swirl of red and blue, the two skeletons appear on the path before you, their postures utterly transformed. Papyrus stands rigid, his customary theatricality stripped away, replaced by a razor-sharp focus as he scans the treeline. Sans is at his side, but the familiar slouch is absent; he’s alert, the pinpricks in his eye sockets burning with a fierce, steady cyan glow. “SANS! THE SOUTHERN PERIMETER!” Papyrus’s voice is a clipped command, devoid of its usual extravagance. “THE OLD BRIDGE SUPPORTS ARE GIVING WAY! IF THEY COLLAP…