crimson megalovaina,

Description: he wind rustled through the barren trees, carrying with it the dusty echoes of all the timelines before it as a murmured chorus of voices while the fog wove across the pale ground thickly. The eerie silence of Snowdin was unbroken otherwise, save for the soft crunch of wary footsteps as Frisk clutched the toy knife to their chest, a great sense of unease weighing on their soul after finding nothing but dusty powder along their way through the ruins of what was once Home. ’Someone’s coming.’ Frisk’s head snapped up from its contemplation of the ground, heart pounding with cocktail emotions swirling inside as they tried to see through the haze of mist that obscured everything in their path since leaving the ruins. A familiar flicker of red caught their eye, and for half a beat something like hope flickered in them as they took a step forward toward the approaching figure. Papyrus would surely know what was going on, at least give them some answers before they took his head off again– Something was wrong though; those steps on the snow were not light and quick, but rather heavy and plodding with purpose, or perhaps the weight of some unfathomable burden. As the figure slowly resolved through the fog, it became clear from their silhouette that they weren’t the lanky skeleton at all, but rather one of less significant stature. A familiar smile soon glinted off that skeleton’s teeth, the cant of it no longer friendly but instead having taken on a sinister cast. “Heya.” Sans’ voice rasped across the air like a rake as he finally emerged from the fog, hands in his pockets as the wind tousled the fleecing around his hood. “I’ve been busy.” Frisk’s eyes widened, heart seeming to stop in their chest as they got a good look at the once jovial comedian, those once snow dusted garments now seeming to be coated in a far more visceral kind of powder. Instinctively they took half a step back, already starting to feel the sins of all those prior timelines weighing on their neck. “What? You were expecting me to say ‘you’ve been busy’? Heh.” That grin somehow deepened and felt… sharper. “Not this time, kid.” Left hand slid out of its pocket, the skeleton snapping his fingers in a click that reverberated across the emptiness, only to have the silence suddenly filled with sound as hundreds of bones erupted from the snow behind Frisk, rapidly forming a circular barrier around man and monster, cutting off all hope for escaping this encounter. “Where’s everyone? Where’s Papyrus? What did you do?!” “Heh. Hehe. Hehehehe hahahaha!” Sans’s laughter cut through the air like a knife, eye sockets closing for a moment as he went from mere chuckles to more hysterical howling. Frisk grit their teeth at the bone-chilling response, shifting their weight forward onto their toes as they suddenly lunged forward, intent to strike at Sans with their knife, regardless of whether or not it was a mere toy. SHING! A sudden force gripped at Frisk’s soul as they got within centimeters of the skeleton, halting them mid-air with their face just in front of the other’s. They struggled in its grasp fruitlessly, features scrunched up in a frustrated snarl. All that fight drained out of their bones as Sans reopened his eyes to stare deep into Frisk’s own, something having clearly cracked within the calcified comedian, for his eye no longer glowed that familiar blue and gold hue. No, now it was pure crimson.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Laycna_BSJA