At the end of the pathway there is a heavy stone door containing the same symbol that was on the back of Toriel's dress. It takes a bit of effort to pry to the door open but the moment he does, Harry has to resist the urge to shut it once more.
Snow...
Of course. It wasn't like they where underground where precipitation shouldn't be capable of reaching such frozen temperatures after immediately leaving such a warm and cozy environment or anything of the sort. Why the hell not?
A small giggle drew his attention towards his Nibling, who despite their soft shivers seemed amused by the obvious distaste on his face.
Sighing softly, Harry picked up the younger, carefully tucking them inside his jacket before zipping it close- he really couldn't afford for them to catch a cold- before facing the snow once more. They couldn't stand here forever and he couldn't go back seeing as the heavy door had shut directly behind them; the only way left was forward. Steeling his expression into that of neutrality, the teen slowly began to make his way down the path and through the damnable snow that seemed to exist solely to plague him- because really why else would the one environment he had issues be located within a logically impossible location if not to spite him?
Something had changed.
The Dirty Brother Killer had arrived years too early but they where not alone. Instead they where tucked safely within the folds of another's jacket as the taller slowly made its ways down the trail to Snowdin. The figure- for he couldn't tell if it was Male or likely Frisk- was obviously older then the Freak within sheltered within its jacket, with dark ebony hair and emerald eyes.
There was no dust on either yet the Skeleton fount himself highly tempted to blast the two of them into atoms anyway- if only to ensure he utterly atomized the Dirty Brother Killer. Yet he hesitated- Not for the Freaks sake- but for the other, the innocent.
He had promised Toriel he would look after anyone who came through that door, though he hadn't said how many he would do so for.
First come, first served and as fate would have it, the elder had exited first.
The Freak could go die in a shallow ditch for all he cared but as long as the elder was safe- he was technically keeping his promise. Maybe once he managed to separate the two he could give Undyne the heads up, they only needed one more soul after all. Nodding to himself, the skeleton stepped onto the pathway; slowly following the duo at his own pace.
Snap!
Harry felt himself freeze as the sound filled the unusually quiet air, not daring to glance backwards as he tightened his grip on Frisk who had sudden fallen as stiff as a corpse. Taking a deep breath, the teen continued forward. He could see bars- of what he assumed to be a gate- just ahead and a bridge.
Maybe the bars where to keep something out, something big, judging by how tall and spaced the bars where. Or maybe they where to keep something in?
...
...
He really needed to stop physicking himself up.
"Harry, we're being-"
"I know."
He was all too aware of the soft crunch of snow under someone else's feet only meters behind them. Steeling himself, Harry quickened his past. If needed he would run for it and if that didn't work; he'd have Frisk run for it while he held whatever it was off.
Hopefully neither option would be necessary.
The bridge was so close now yet before he could even set a foot upon it, a sudden unrelenting pressure feel down on him, freezing him in place. The footsteps where getting louder, closer.
"Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand."
And just like that the weight is gone. He could run but Harry had a feeling the owner of the voice wouldn't let him get far so he squared his shoulders, spun on heel and grabbed the other's hand- bracing himself for the worse.
For a moment he feels frozen as a loud fart noise seems to feel the air before he could feel the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. There's something about the gag that seems to undermine the fact he's staring at a walking, talking skeleton wearing a blue jacket, white t-shirt, black with a white stripped gym shorts and skipper of all things.
Either way, he's a bit small for a skeleton- especially a human one- but why the hell not? Obviously logic didn't reach this far underground.
A soft chuckle leave the skeleton.
"The old whoopee cushion in the hand. Its ALWAWYS funny. Anyways, you're humans right? That's Hilarious. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm actually supposed to be watchin for humans right now but... y'know... I don't really care about capturing anyone."
Honestly Harry finds himself wondering wither he should sign in relief and take what little luck he's been given or-
"Now my brother, Papyrus... He's a Human-hunting Fanatic."
Oh course he is.
"Quick behind that conveniently shaped lamp. "
...Well it is conveniently shaped, for Frisk that is though he honestly didn't think it would be capable of hiding anyone seeing as all anyone had to do was take a few steps forward and they could see from every angle around it. Glancing from the skeleton back to the lamp, Harry made his decision and quickly moved behind the guard post which for some reason was full of hot dogs and the material necessary to make them...
Exactly what was his Skeletons job again?
Harry's first opinion of Papyrus is 'loud, excitable and highly possible a child who somehow managed to guzzle a whole pot of caffeine'.
"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?"
"Staring at my station. Its cool. Do you wanna take a look?"
"NO!I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE?! I WANT TO BE READY! I WILL BE THE ONE, I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE THE HUMAN THEN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT... RECONIGTION... I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO JOIN THE ROYAL GAURD! PEOPLE WILL ASK TO BE MY "FRIEND?"."
Okay now he was just feeling bad for the other skeleton. He sounded like an isolated toddler seeking out anyone's company in hopes of someone paying them the least bit of attention. Maybe that was why he fount it easy to agree to help Sans cheer up his brother?
"So if I hit a wall I'll get electrified...How?"
"WHY THROUGH THE ORB, OF COURSE!"
"You mean the one you're currently holding?"
For a moment silence consumed the field before it finally registered upon Papyrus.
Frisk had to admit, they where a bit disappointed; watching Papyrus get electrocuted had always been one of their favorite parts of their adventure through Snowdin- once they had even run through the whole maze in one go just to see how much the tall skeleton could light up and another time they had ran in circles within it until he had almost dusted, though unfortunately Sans had managed to pry the orb from his brother with his own magic before the job could be finished.
Now it appeared they wouldn't even get the chance to attempt it again.
