Frisk rolled her sore shoulder blades as she groggily sat up from her warm worn down bed, groaning a bit. Another nightmare. She rubbed her temples in an attempt at preventing a headache, no luck of course.

Blinking away the sleepiness, she adjusted to the brightened room and managed to haul her legs over the side of her bed to get up, albeit with much struggle. she opened her door and headed downstairs, expecting to see the sight of Papyrus animatedly talking to Sans about how masterful his cooking is over the stone counter, like every morning. But instead, she was met with silence and darkness.

Frowning a bit, she reached for the light switch next to the staircase, flicking it up.

...

"SURPRISE!"

Frisk let out a surprised yelp and immediately jumped at the loud sound, stumbling back and landing flat on the polished floor. Ow. Blinking and regaining her senses, Frisk groaned and got up again and stared at the scene in front of her. Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Alphys and Undyne all wearing colourful birthday hats with huge grins on their faces, somewhat guiltily.

Toriel looked concerned, "Are you okay dear?" The woman nodded and rubbed her head. She looked at what the monster was holding: A large butterscotch-cinnamon pie, still steaming slightly, the sight and smell nostalgic.

Undyne walked over to the confused human, "Happy birthday 'lil punk-" She stopped. "Well, you aren't so little anymore, but I'm still greater then you'll ever be" Frisk playfully rolled her eyes at Undyne in a way of saying thanks and looked at Toriel, who was smiling fondly. "Happy birthday, my child."

Frisk knew that name would never wear off.

Papyrus let out a small sound as if he just remembered something important and walked quickly to the kitchen, only to came back with something humongous covered in a large blanket. his head poked out from the side of whatever the thing is.

"HUMAN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM AWARE THAT IT IS IN FACT YOUR 23RD BIRTHDAY TODAY, SO I MADE YOU THE GREATEST PRESENT ANYONE CAN GIVE- A SPAGHETTI AND PASTA CAKE, TOPPED WITH BASIL AND KETCHUP. MY FINEST PEICE OF ART YET!" The skeleton pulled off the blanket with a flourish and presented a monstrosity of cooked pasta, barely touching the ceiling. Frisk looked up in alarm at the mountain of yellow and red. Sans took notice of this and chuckled, "paps, You've given this present to her every birthday after the barrier, it's... spaghettin' kinda old." Papyrus' eyes comically narrowed. "UUUUGGGHHH BROTHER, MUST YOU RUIN THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT?!" Everyone but Toriel and Frisk (who were stifling giggles) groaned along with Papyrus. All face-planting in almost perfect synchronization.

Frisk giggled. "Paps, why don't you appreciate your brother's puns? I think it's very... humerus"

"NOOOO! NOT YOU TOO"

"What's wrong? Can't handle the PUNishment?"

"HUMAN PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU!"

"Sorry Paps, I'm afraid, I have a ton more in stock... a skele-TON"

"HUMAN!"

"Hey Paps, why can't skeleton lift weights?"

"NOT ANSWERING THIS!"

"He's all bone and no muscle!"

"THAT'S IT! I'M EATING THE SPAGHETTI CAKE BY MYSELF!" Papyrus huffed petulantly as he placed the thing aside and planted himself on the chair with his arms cross. Muttering something about torture and delicious spaghetti.

Sans looked over at Frisk and winked, she blushed a bit and grinned at him.

Yep, that was horrible, I apologise for it being so short, but it's just an intro. If you did stick around, thank you so much for reading! This is my first fanfiction, so constructive criticism would be great. Thank you.

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own Undertale, it all goes to Toby Fox, the ingenious bastard.

PS: Just a heads up, I'm a huge procrastinator, so I may post irratically.