Snowdin

Snowdin Forest
Before the days of the Starvation, Snowdin forest was a serene winter wonderland. Snow fluttered and danced in the air, And it was filled with laughter and chatter, from Its respective denizens. Soothing warmth eminated from the cozy cabins and cottages that dotted the forest.

Nowadays, The forest is a twisted echo of itself. The once beautiful Pine and Spruce trees that made up the forest are now dead and decaying, leafless limbs clawing at the sky, as if the trees themselves wanted to escape this dreaded place. The pearl white snow has become defaced by swathes of Jel, clumps of dust, and streaks of blood. The once quaint cabins now lay decrepit and abandoned, the doors not seeing a friendly touch in decades, and all warm light long since faded.

The inhabitants are no better. Only a monster with a death wish would wander throughout these woods, as the Starved stalk the landscape. On the odd occasion, a panicked scream will make its way out of the woods, as another fool is lead to their death.

All the while, an eternal, harsh blizzard rages on.