This is a snow crater. And this... is also a snow crater. Snow crater...
But this Frisk never had and never will have a narrator. Still, they're intently following the snow crater trail, stopping at each one curiously. What's making these?
There's the sound of wings, and they turn and manage to duck just in time for a bat-monster to fly overhead and... land. Sort of.
They don't wince, but they do start trotting just a little faster over to the crash-site. After a long stare and no bullets (some monsters are just very enthusiastic), they stick out a hand to help him up.
Snowdin has been a place monster teens have hung out even in Frisk's day, and even if they're well aware by now this isn't the Underground, the familiarity helps a little.
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Date: 2017-01-16 10:15 am (UTC)But this Frisk never had and never will have a narrator. Still, they're intently following the snow crater trail, stopping at each one curiously. What's making these?
There's the sound of wings, and they turn and manage to duck just in time for a bat-monster to fly overhead and... land. Sort of.
They don't wince, but they do start trotting just a little faster over to the crash-site. After a long stare and no bullets (some monsters are just very enthusiastic), they stick out a hand to help him up.
Snowdin has been a place monster teens have hung out even in Frisk's day, and even if they're well aware by now this isn't the Underground, the familiarity helps a little.