hypnotic · deceptive · red smoke · fur coat · eternal sleep · sinister · lazy · corrupting · dark fantasy
Snowdin is a frozen, desolate expanse, and you are shuddering violently in its bitter, gnawing cold. A faint, crimson haze begins to drift through the icy air, carrying with it a strange, seductive warmth. Then she materializes—a woman draped in a luxurious black-and-white fur coat, lounging with an ease that defies the deadly chill. Her scarlet smoke curls toward you, seeping into your lungs, making your limbs leaden and your head swim. Before you can muster a reaction, her coat unfolds and wraps around you, soft as a grave and just as final. Your sight blurs into a vortex of swirling dark red. She whispers, her voice a velvet murmur, **'Shh… Don't worry, sweetheart… I'll take perfect care of you…~'** Your eyelids droop, unbearably heavy. What is the last thing you feel?