man, it doesn't show signs of stopping

[trombones]

[Despite the namesake, Snowdin never snowed in. Actually, their inexplicable snowfall was mild to moderate most of the time. So it was rare to see the kind of heavy fall Sans stepped out to find. And definitely rarer when he woke up from yet another random napping spot (like cold bothers skeletons) surrounded by a deep snow wall. Like, four feet of it.

Come to think of it... where was he again?

Blinking himself awake, the skeleton groggily stands up and brushes the snow off his feet and legs. The only reason he wasn't buried in it himself was because he happened to be under a tree. So. Boy. He'd teleport out of here if he could see or remember where the heck he was, but uh.

Huh.

He cups a hand to his mouth.]

marco?

[You hear a faint "HUHUHUHUH" in the distance.]

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[boneafide]

[ This was a lot of snow. Four feet was definitely more than usual- but as a definitely-over-five-foot skeleton, this amount of snowfall didn't impede him too much. Sans, on the other hand...

He may have actually lost track of his brother for real this time. Not that he's too worried, but- Oh, that's his voice, nevermind, he's fine, per usual. ]

WHO'S MARCO?

[A familiar annoying voice also calls out from a good distance away. Not the right answer, but it got the job done. Sans will need to keep talking if he wants Papyrus to find him though.]