A flash of red was seen before the small skeleton fell down into the snow, his breath quick and ragged. He shakily got to his feet and tried to run, falling back down when he ran straight into Sans. Sins fell and tried to scramble back.
As his back met a tree, it was easier to see the scared look on his face. His eye lights were gone and his right arm was missing completely. He squinted his eye sockets, searching for the one he had bumped into.
“F-Fuck who’s there?” He nearly shouted. “I-I’m not afraid of ya…” Sins grabbed a handful of snow, still looking panicked.