Plotted starter for @flxshy
Sometimes, Snowy's business operates on the time-honored and ancient tradition of "it's none of his fuckin' business". He somewhat keeps to himself in hometown, having acquired a reputation as a reliable mechanic, if a bit of a loner. The typical drama that is seemingly inherent to a small town is not to his taste, and he does his best to avoid it. He fixes Asgore's truck when it breaks down, and does the same when Toriel brings over the family car, and does not ask either about their relationships. He flicks an ear and allows Carol's pinched expression to wash over him without comment. The errant thought always passes over him to wonder how Rudy is doing, but he doesn't voice it. So it goes for just about everyone in the town.
Nor does he generally bother when someone sneaks out to the junkyard. It's not like he's selling the shit, y'know? Technically not even his property or problem—he just appreciates the proximity when he can go out and salvage something from the mess. He'd be a hypocrite to complain about other people doing the same.
Except it's a little past five today, with the sun well on its way to sinking behind the trees, and a cool autumn breeze is an hour or two away from turning frigid. And he'd caught sight of one of the local teens slinking into the junkyard some hour or so ago. She still hasn't come back out.
For once, his gut instinct overrides the grumbling in his head that says that other people's kids are not his problem. He heads out in the low light, picking his way through the gravel and discarded trash heaps, and eventually finds her in one of the old, rusty cars for whom the junkyard is their final resting place.
He heaves a sigh before rapping gently on the hood of the car to get her attention.
"Heya, kid. Y'know there's better nappin' spots around town than this, right?"