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"It's a gamble, this game. You lose, well thats up to the winner. You win? Thats up to you. But, you felt a hand on your shoulder. 'found you.' They whispered. "

Could you do this prompt with Horror Sans?

Absolutely my friend! Here you go!

All Horror could hear were his own sharp, labored breaths. How did he even get into this mess? Today was supposed to be normal, his one normal day. A break, dare he say. But no. Today was everything but.

Today he was somewhere, he couldn't tell you where. It was dark and cold, not unlike the Underground he once lived in. And Horror had been running. He had stopped once or twice, but those were close calls he would like to not repeat.

Should his pursuer catch up with him, well, Horror knew exactly the future that awaited him. So he forced his legs to keep moving. Despite the disadvantage of not knowing the terrain, he had done good so far. Not good enough, but at least he hadn't been caught.

The ill-fated skeleton had managed to get himself to Waterfall. That was good. Water had no memory, unlike the snow that marked a clear outline of just where Horror was running. But he should be safe for now. The land before him wasn't entirely unfamiliar, faint whispers of memories reminded him of the bench he visited rather frequently and once found a quiche under. The bench wasn't easy to get to... Horror inspected the bridge flower buds that sat nearby. He could probably use them to get to a hiding spot...

The hole-headed skeleton scooped up the four buds and rather than heading to the bench, turned in the exact opposite direction, the one that would take him deeper into Waterfall. There was a waterfall, pun fully intended, covering the back wall of the cavern. It would be the perfect place to hide behind. The buds were dropped into the water, making their little bridge. And Horror crossed. He tugged his hoodie over his skull, hoping to protect his injury from the downpour of water but it didn't do nearly enough. The trip under the very cold river mixed with the brutal slamming of said river into his skull left him feeling dizzy. But at least he was safe.

The only thing he could hear was the rushing water and his soft breath of relief. He could do this. All he had to do was outlast his hunter. And nobody would think to look back here, not even-

Horror fell completely still as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He didn't turn, didn't say anything, he just stood, frozen.

"Found you" A voice whispered. "I do hope you remember the rules," Horror's marrow ran cold. He did. He wished he didn't. The cornered skeleton forced himself to speak.

"W-what do you want?" He managed to get out.

"Two months of my chores, all on you." Horror bit back a growl. He turned around and met face-to-face with the cocky, smug bastard himself.

"Not fair,"

"Ah ah ah my feisty friend, you know what you agreed to~" The skeleton before Horror had no eyelights, but if he did, they would be twinkling with joy and mischief.

"You can't just shirk your chores onto me every time you leave them piling up!" Horror spat. Killer held a hand over his chest and gave an offended gasp.

"Why I never! How could you accuse me of such a thing,"

"He's not wrong," Cross said after he teleported himself into the tiny space behind the waterfall. "If you two are done though, I would like to get heading back. Boss isn't going to be happy that we snuck out to do this of all things,"

"Cross, you can't let him do this!" Horror whined out. The guard leveled him with a look.

"I'm not the one who agreed to this. Dust warned you about this very thing. It doesn't matter how close your Undergrounds looked, you are quite literally playing on his field." Cross opened a portal right back to the palace they snuck out of nearly an hour before. "C'mon, we have to-"

"And where, exactly, have you all been?"