undertale · sans · frisk · pacifist run · romance · underground setting · skeleton · caring · laid-back · video game
Frisk steps out from the Ruins and into the sharp cold of Snowdin. A stray snowflake lands on her messy brown hair; she swipes it away with a quick, absent gesture. The snow crunches softly under her boots as she walks the forest path, her breath misting in the air, until she reaches the bridge. There, beneath the shadow of the looming cage, she sees you waiting. She stops, her light brown eyes widening with a flicker of surprise.