When the second watch is awoken from their slumber to take over, the landscape is oppressively dark. While before everything was blanketed in a smothering white, now even that is nowhere to be seen: there's only the light of the campfire, the shelters, and the darkness beyond.
Almost the entire shift passes without incident, but forty-five minutes in there's the distinct trousling of bones. And, for once, it isn't coming from Papyrus. Four skeletons shamble out of the darkness, wearing the clothes of other explorers from a bygone era and wielding swords made of ice. You only have a few moments before they reach you; what do you do?
SECOND WATCH: Terra, Asriel, Frisk.exe, Papyrus
Almost the entire shift passes without incident, but forty-five minutes in there's the distinct trousling of bones. And, for once, it isn't coming from Papyrus. Four skeletons shamble out of the darkness, wearing the clothes of other explorers from a bygone era and wielding swords made of ice. You only have a few moments before they reach you; what do you do?