It was absolutely pouring outside, almost so much so that if one were to look carefully through the window, they’d see teeny marbles of hail pecking at every dampened surface. Not to mention the extra inches of water that began to puddle and flow through the grass and concrete of the suburb.
It was a bit strange for the weather to become quite this severe during autumn, so the most probable assumption was that it was a very dramatic hint of nearing the winter season.
Hidden away in a cozy abode from the intensity of such a frosty shower, was a notably lanky (and perhaps eccentric) skeleton, seemingly wearing a different, much warmer outfit than his usual “battle-body”, when in actuality he was still wearing the later, just underneath the earlier.
The skeleton, Papyrus, couldn’t technically feel cold temperatures, but it simply felt appropriate for some odd reason he couldn’t exactly pinpoint himself.
He was sitting upon the couch of the living room of thei