18 You may outrun them but youll never outrun ME

Rachel called after Frisk and Enyo, "Don't loose sight of eachother, hear?"

"We got it," Enyo rolled her eyes a little as she reached for the door.

Rachel said more strongly: "I don't want Frisk getting lost in the snow. She ain't used to it here yet, Enyo."

"Chill, I'll be watchin' for her," Enyo pushed the door open and held it for Frisk to pass. Instantly a rush of freezing wind rushed up past her face.

The bite of cold on Frisks bare hands was instantaneous. She was so glad there were pockets in this coat!

"Oh, uhm- there are gloves in there."

"I feel them, thanks," she put them on, but they were cut at the tips.

"Claws, I swear it's not a weird fashion sense," Enyo apologized, tucking her own hands as she turned to walk onto the path.

There were tire tracks, and the snow had been mowed away. Their feet didn't sink, so much as make a soft impression in the already flattened snow.

"Its fine, I don't mind. I mean at least your coat has pockets! Thanks for letting me borrow it."

"Yeah, no problem. Uh… I would give it to you but… it's not exactly your color. I'll have to take you out sometime and get you one." She grinned back at Frisk, and though startled, Frisk grinned back.

"That'd be really cool of you."

"Eh," she shrugged, "Its fun. Somethin to do."

"Bored?"

"Well… Snowdins a really chill place but there's not really much to do-" her voice trailed off abruptly. "Ah dang it."

"What?"

"Aaah, just bad influences is all," she smirked in spite of herself, "So how do ya feel about meetin' some a my friends?"

"Sure?"

"Cool. Uh, there's a park over here. We just run around and parkour a little."

"Parkour?"

"Stunt stuff."

"How do you do that in the snow?"

"We don't have to worry about it there."

How- what? Frisk didn't ask, just fell into step behind Enyo wondering if the park was possibly inside a building.

Apparently not.

The park was framed by a lot of tall pine trees dripping with snow...? there were puddles scattered around the edges of the wood logs framing the edges of the park. The birch shavings on the floor was dark and wet too. There were dozens of monsters racing around slides, swinging, scrambling up rock climb walls… others jumping and twisting from high places and rolling expertly across the ground.

A monster covered in purple flame was strolling along the edges of the park, merely walking past snow to melt it. Other monsters kept their distance, the heatwaves rolling away from her might have been some five feet away.

"Hey, Fuku!" someone waved to Fuku as they jumped over the logs and raced into the park.

Enyo walked on to the right of the park where several teenagers were sitting looking rather exhausted. Some of them had shed their coats for sweaters, some their bare skin- or fur. A dark, thick furred, grey rat-looking person with a scaled tale and limbs looked up as he downed his water bottle. His eyes brightened when he spotted Enyo approaching. "Ey Enyo!" he capped the bottle and jumped to his feet.

"Ey Kaz, hows it goin?" she approached him, holding up a hand.

"Ah, pretty good," they clapped hands, and then shook. "Just had a good run."

"How many times you break?"

"Didn't this time."

"All the way from waterfall?" Enyo mused, "You kidden."

"Nah, I swear, ran all the way with Kal and Tor over there. Didn't we guys?"

Kal and Tor- whichever they were, and had similar features akin to bats with their black leathery wings and bristly fur. The wings were their forearms, but hands with five digits hung at the joint of the wings wrists. They were webbed… Gills flexed uselessly behind their jaws, under thinner fur. Long tails flopped impatiently beside them, also webbed…

They're water bat monsters?

The one on the right was shorter, and held himself more proudly while the left was taller and almost retreated into himself and couldn't seem to meet anyone's eye like the other bat. His fur was pitch black with dusty grey fur around white eyes. He had a long snout with a black nose, and sharp glinting fangs jutting below his upper lip. Four narrow horns curving upward sprouted between the big ears standing up on top of his head. The one on the right had a golden black fur, a shorter muzzle, and had two white splotches above his left eye, both of which were a dark yellow.

"Yeah I'm dyin dude," a bat monster said, his eyes shimmering red as he looked over at Kaz.

"I took one break and then caught up. Kind of regretted that. But that wasn't really long. But yeah, we did." The other monster was a very

"Huh," Enyo nodded approvingly. "Time?"

"Thirty minutes?" Tor shrugged.

"Cool. Gonna have to run with you guys sometime, see if you're lyin' or not." She bared her teeth in a challenging smirk.

Kaz laughed, "You're welcome to," he glanced aside at Frisk, "We've been ignoring your buddy here long enough though. Sup?"

"Uh," Frisk shrugged, "Just enjoying the puddles, I guess," she chuckled.

"Yeah, Fuku's pretty cool. We're real lucky we got a candle here, or this park would be useless!"

His friends, though enwrapped in their own conversations echoed agreement in this.

"So what's your name?" the bat kid said.

"I'm Frisk." She realized she'd tired the muscles in her grin for the day. Huh. She couldn't remember ever tiring her face. That was a weird feeling.

"She's new around here, I'm just showin' her the ropes," Enyo said with a hand on her hip.

"Cool," Kaz nodded, grinning friendly, he glanced back at his friends, and pointed to the bat on the right, "He's Kal," he pointed to left, "He's Antor."

"Hi!" Kal waved, the wings clinging close to his arm… (are those straps holding them down?)

Antor waved, looking over Frisk, eyes narrow and thinking.

Enyo stretched her arms, "Now that everyone knows everyone…" she looked at Frisk, "You wanna run a little? I mean you could just watch, but even with Fuku around, you'll still get cold eventually."

"I'd kind of like a break from running actually…" she mumbled incoherently. I need to do something to fit in, darn it, nows not the time! "Sure, but I don't think I get out as much as everyone else here."

"No worries, you'll get stronger. Cold makes you tough!"

"I lived in a pretty humid area before, but I've heard your lungs can get stronger when you run in the cold."

"Humid?" Enyo blinked, then made a face, "Oh. Right." she rocked on her legs, stretching. "When there's water in the air and its hot?"

"Y-yeah…"

"You gonna stretch?"

"Oh!"

It was a bit of an experience learning to stretch in such a thick coat. Enyo laughed at her efforts, and Frisk eventually shrugged it off, revealing a black sweater with a turtle neck. She was cold, but she was not running in this coat. She looked around to find a place dry to sit it. "Uhm…?" Everywhere was wet.

"Just sit it here," Antor grabbed it from her and tossed it on a tarp they'd laid out over the wet mulch.

"Ready?" Enyo asked the others as they all stood and had finished stretching.

"What are we doing exactly?" Frisk asked.

"Three laps if you can around the park. No biggie if you have to break. No one's gonna hate on ya."

"Okay. Sounds do-able." She nodded, feeling a bouncing in her feet. This might actually be fun.

"Go!" Antor exclaimed, and they surged past, Frisk and Enyo followed.

Frisk was a little slow to start, but she quickly caught up to Enyo and even got a little ahead of her.

"Hey look at you go, shortie!" Enyo laughed at her.

Frisk skidded past a slide and skirted around someone tumbling out of it. "Yeep!" she exclaimed, "Sorry!"

"S'okay!" said the little yellow monster. Did he have arms…?

Frisk kept running, quickly gaining on Kal.

Kal heard her footsteps and glanced over his shoulder twice. "Really?!" his feet flung dirt. "No way you're catching up to me!" he sped up.

Frisk did as well. They were toe to toe, and Enyo was just behind them. At the third lap, Kaz and Antor were waiting for them at the tarp.

After Frisk had passed a group of monsters to her left, a blue splotch drew her eye. A skeleton with his hands tucked in his blue jacket, hood over his skull so that shadows cast over the curves of his face. Two white stars followed her from the dark of his eyes, a permanent grin curled between his fangs.

So this was what the face of death looked like. A skeleton in a blue hoodie.