Reborn In UNDERTALE!?

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It's been a day and a half since I discovered I was in Undertale.

Now staying inside home all the time feels super boring, so with my mom's permition I go outside again.

Also it might be healty for me being outside...

I arrive to that section of the game, Snowdin Town. Or well... I guess it's the entrance.

I explore around, seeing this world. 

    Feeling how real it seem. 

The snow below my paws, the song of the croud that reaches my ears, the colorful lights that my eyes can see.

The cold doesn't bother me, must be because of my fur.

I reach the bridge, that bridge that Papyrus built a puzzle in, it's really tall... I might even fall down. I take a sit, still thinking, about nothing, about everything.

It's quiet, but my mind is loud.

I don't know how long I sit there, alone, in silence. Watching the void, that is below me.

"HEY LITTLE PUPPY."

I flinch, I wasn't scared, just... caught me by surprise. Loud unexpected sounds always did that. Now I'm a dog it's even more loud.

I look behind me and I'm surprise to see Papyrus standing there. When did he get here? I didn't hear anything... Is he really good at being silent or was I just that distracted?

It doesn't matter, stop thinking and speak--!

"Umm... Hi?"

I hate how... quiet my voice sounded. My mind gets distracted again when I notice that Papyrus is not wearing his 'Battle body' he liked wearing in game. Why isn't he? Well, I remember... that aparently he and his brother made that for a custom party. Right? Right. He loved it so much for some reason he stopped wearing anything else.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ALL ON YOUR OWN?"

I notice how far away he is. It's actually not that far, just a couple of steps. I notice how... distant he is. No, not distant, just... careful? Why? My mind thinks about it. Then I look around with only my eyes, not moving my head, then I notice how close to the edge I am. Is that why? Does it look like...

"Oh... Nothing much, just... thinking." Yes, thinking, it's something I'm good at, really. 

   Maybe I should stop.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT? IF YOU DON'T MIND ME ASKING."

"Oh, no! It's fine really. I was just... thinking..." Great. Now I really have to say something. I don't mind people asking, not really. But putting my mind in words is hard. Whatever, just talk. "I was thinking about... how nice the underground is." It really is, I really do think that, so it's not a lie.

"HOW SO?"

"Umm... well, I don't know, everyone is nice. And... the town is nice." Maybe I'm good at thinking but talking is something I'm bad at. Maybe that's why I like my mind much more than the real world. I don't want to talk anymore. But... "What are you doing here?"

"OH WELL, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO BEGIN MY ROUTINE!"

"Routine?" I asked, wanting to know more and at the same time not because I don't want to talk more. Let's leave the talking to some one else.

"YES! YOU SEE, THERE'S A COUPLE OF PUZZLES I MADE TO STOP ANY POSIBLE HUMANS THAT MAY COME HERE, AND OF COURSE I HAVE TO MAKE SURE THEY ARE WORKING PROPERLY."