Beaming the cursed smile that wasn't your own, you made your way through the desert snow town.
7 left.
The child-like call rang through your mind with sinister intent.
Don't disappoint me now. I hope you've learned from the last time.
With a satisfied gaze around the desolate space, you focused on your next task.
Papyrus is next, correct?
You idiot. You've completed genocide how many times? You know what's next, now slay the monster.
You adjusted the tight glove on your hand. The manly bandana around your head was covered in grey powder, along with your hand. The dust covering your hands showed the cracks and crevices of the skin it lays on. Some of it rubbed off on your clothes, leaving killer streaks.
Guess we better add another layer, huh?
The familiar grin curled onto your lips. With each step towards the next area, the snow crunched underneath you like fracturing bones.