It was a quiet, cold evening in Snowdin. Dust was walking around, his hands shoved in his pockets. A lit cigarette didn't even light up his features under the shadowed hood. He was mainly ominous. Unknown to the others outside the Bad Sanses. Even Nightmare couldn't understand him half of the time and that alone can make one go mad. Anyway, he kept walking until something shiny caught his eye. A necklace with a paw pendant. Oh? He mumbled as he picked it up. He heard footsteps approaching.
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