Night had given its way to welcome the gentle calm of rest and restoration throughout the frozen village streets of Snowden. While many would know the warmth of the community within... it seems one of its denizens drifted far from the ‘welcoming’ masses and their whispers.
The stony river banks, decorated with the thick ice washed up onto its shores, the good doctor remained perched on the fallen log, gazing out unto the roiling waters.
Some hissed his name under their breath... or so he believed it was...
More often than not he was confused b the term of... names... Some called him Doctor Gaster... others called him Abomination... but he preferred Abo, Abomination was a bit of a mouthful.
He in turn gave slow huff, peeking his head over his shoulder to glance back toward the town. Yellow hues glancing back with a shaky harrumph of sorts... he’d have tread nearer were he not partly petrified of the village’s masses as a whole... often more than naught he could almost feel their stares glaring into the back of his head...
Perhaps it was only his imagination...? It was never like this in the Void... hmph. He gave a low sigh, tilting his head, perhaps it was best if he got off the subject of feeling sorry for himself and faced the town to shuffle toward the nest- err... the house...
With a gentle sigh, he gave a peeking turn of his head to eye the forested paths just over yonder, before pressing off his seat to shuffle toward the sheltered road home.
