You still felt your foster mother's loving embrace as you stepped out of her hearth-warmed home into the 'dangerous' world. Snow covered the earth like a thick carpet. You remember when you lived with your family up on the surface. You were 16 now, but one time when you were 6 you went to see Santa at the mall. But of course, you knew he was only a fat man in a suit and a fake fluffy beard. It was fascinating, to see cotton covering the floor for pretend snow, but now you're actually seeing it for the first time. How did it snow in the Underground anyway? You decided not to think about it too much.
You nearly jumped out of your skin as you hear something... What was that? Was that the sound of a twig snapping?

What do you do?
A: Call out.
B: Ignore it and go on.

If you chose A:
"Who's there?" you called out. You couldn't prevent your voice from being shaky. Your mother, Toriel, had said that the world beyond the Ruins was dangerous. Monsters will try to kill you for simply being human. What will you do, if you had a taste of freedom, only to fight for it soon after?
You examine the forest with narrowed eyes. You couldn't see anything, but... Did you just see...
Yep.
Two points of light staring at you from the undergrowth. Always gazing. Never blinking. Were they eyes? You looked closer, but couldn't see anything. You turn back around to continue your trek. Your skin was crawling, and you felt as if beetles were skittering all over your arms. You shuddered off the thought and reached a bridge.

If you chose B:
You gave the two points of light an intimidating glare before turning tail to walk on. You reached a bridge eventually.

You placed a foot on the wooden planks warily, listening for any sign that may prove the bridge unstable. It made a low creaking noise, but it wasn't too loud. You felt confident enough to pass.
You were about to put the second foot in front of the other when you heard crunching sounds coming from behind.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
It wasn't the sound of snacking. It was footsteps, mashing on the snow! You spun around, the hair on the back of your neck bristling in fear and alarm. Was that...
Glistening white eyes peered at you from the shadows.
Always staring.
Never blinking.
What will you do next?