living skyward

Whoever is coming up is probably responsible for keeping the other two people down there. Either way, they're probably bad news. Adam might catch a glimpse of the figure kneeling at the edge of the trap door, before he suddenly disappears.

Only to reappear right behind Adam. Two large dog skulls appear in the air behind him, one hovering over each shoulder. Their jaws gape, open and ready. Sans half raises a hand, braced to fire.

"hey there. am i interrupting something?"

As he talks, he *CHECKS.




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