The cliff path stretched on for a while. Kel tried not to think about it too much, the mere yards between her feet and the endless black abyss. She wasn't scared of heights - she'd roped down here, after all - but even she couldn't help feeling the slightest bit nervous. Such a dangerous place to be in, with all the ice and snow. She wondered if any monsters had ever slipped in. If they had, they could've just used their magic to get out again, right?
Should've brought that rope, she thought wryly.
But no. Not even the rope would save her there.
Luckily for her, the path soon widened to sport a multitude of stubby evergreens - and then condensed again, weaving its way into the start of another tall-treed forest. Kel felt much safer with the thick pines at her sides, though it now seemed to her like she was being watched. There was a familiar tingling sensation boring its way into her back.
Try as she might, however, she couldn't make out the shape or movement of any person who might be hiding in the trees. Either they were just really good at hiding, or she was imagining things.
And she was probably imagining things. Heck, now that she thought about it, she might be imagining everything. Which was more likely: she'd stumbled upon an ancient underground civilization ruled by skeletons where there were monsters with magic and blind children who solved life-threatening puzzles all by themselves, or she'd hit her head on something hard roping down?
"Am I crazy?" Kel wondered out of the blue. The idea seemed laughable to her. She'd never imagined things before. And the things down here were just far too real - and, frankly, terrifying - to be her imagination.
"No, I'm just a talking flower," said Flowey contentedly.
Kel couldn't help feeling like it'd been planning that response for a long time.
She kept walking, each crunchy step taking them farther and farther through the snow and the frigid frost of the underground wood. Everything was so silent, so still. So cold. Like being inside a giant freezer. What had Sans said was ahead? Snowdin? What was that?
Whatever it was, it didn't sound any less cold. Kel wrapped the cloak tighter around herself. It was nice to see snow again, it reminded her of Dad, but it was less nice when it was all she'd seen for the past few hours and she was lacking a winter coat. Why was there snow down here, anyways? Had she ever figured that out?
"Monsters ahead," Flowey warned her, eyes piercing the mists yet again.
Kel shivered slightly, keeping her pace. It was creepy, knowing monsters were there, and yet being unable to see them. Knowing they could jump out of the mists at any time and take her by surprise, if they wanted to. It was unnerving.
That's probably why I can't see whoever's watching me, she realized, growing colder.
These monsters, however, didn't seem to pose any kind of threat. Kel heard their voices before she saw their bodies: high-pitched and squeally, like a bunch of little kids. They were evidently squabbling about something, judging from their raised tones and the way they cut over each other. And they sounded young. Very young, a guess that was confirmed as the mists finally parted and Kel was able to see them for who they really were.
They were definitely monster children. There were four of them: two really fuzzy, tiny rabbit monsters with velvety ears, wearing what looked to be red and white Christmas sweaters, a fluffy white puppy in a striped green shirt, and some kind of orange dinosaur creature in a brown-and-orange-striped poncho. Or, at least, it looked like a poncho at first - but upon closer inspection, Kel realized that it was actually a sweater, and the monster just didn't have any arms. They were huddled on the side of the path, close to the trees, arguing with each other.
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