3rd POV

A sheet of pure white covered the park landscape, glittering in the midafternoon sun. Beyond the trees, the city traffic could be heard, but within it was an untouched winter wonderland to the eyes of the two children who had run ahead of their parents in their excitement. This was the first real snowfall they had received this year and the snow was several inches deep and packed hard under their feet as they rushed over the covered pathways. The human girl pulled ahead as they raced toward the center of the park, only to stop and spin in place, falling back into an embankment on the side and start making a snow angel giggling.

As the young skeleton boy caught up, he leaned on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Grinning, he leaned down and clumped some snow on the path together, forming a snowball. The gloves his dad had forced him to wear proved helpful as whenever he had tried making them back home, the snow would fall through the holes in his palms when he tried to pack it.

The girl was starting to pull herself out of the snow angel she had made and as she stepped back from her art to view it, the snowball met the back of her head, making her squeal and turn. "G! No fair!" she called out, stooping to make her own snowball even as the skeleton child doubled over laughing. She pouted and glared, then pulled back and whipped her own snowball, nailing G's skull and knocking him on his butt and his hat off his head.

"Hey!" he laughed. A battle of snowballs ensued as they chased each other around for another half hour or so.

By this time, their respective parents had made it into the park and smiled as they watched the children play.

"Clara is really going to miss playing with him. Maybe when we get to Arizona we can send you a post card and they can be pen pals or something?" Jenny, Clara's mother, suggested, looking sadly over to Gaster.

'That sounds like an amazing idea' Gaster signed. While he was capable of speech, it was a hard strain for him. Jenny had worked under him for almost ten years and while he was sad to see her go, her fiancé had managed to land a spectacular job down in Phoenix, so she was moving to their branch out there to be with him. 'It will be hard to find a replacement for you. You're abilities have made work much easier these past years.'

"Oh, Gaster, drop the drama, you'll be fine. You managed before me." She laughed him off.

The children had moved on to working on building a snowman. Having finished the bottom two balls, which had proven to be quite large, they were now fighting with the head, which was larger than either child could manage to lift. G turned and ran back to his father.

"Hey dad, is alright if I use my magic to put the head on just this once?" he begged.

'Just this once, and only to move the head, no more. Understand?' Gaster signed. His son was still learning sign language, but he had a good grasp since he had to deal with it daily with his father.

"Thanks dad!" he grabbed Gaster's waist in a quick hug, then dashed back out to help with the snowman as Gaster just laughed.

Once back out to the snowman, Clara asked, "Well, what'd he say?!"

"Nothing. Dad don't speak, you know that, but he gave me permission to use my magic!" he laughed, bouncing as he told her. He was rarely allowed to use his magic due to how strong it already was. His dad didn't want him to become dependent on it.

"Bonehead, you know what I meant!" she laughed. "Is there any way I can help?"

"I got this, besides, I don't know if humans can touch our magic. Dad never lets me use it around humans so I think that it can be dangerous. You should stand back." He mused, then waved her back.

"Okay." She hop-skipped back a few paces and watched as one of Gaster Jr.'s eyes lit up orange with an outline of purple and the other disappeared altogether. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth in awe as the large head they had rolled together was suddenly enveloped with the same colors and floated to set atop their snowman, finishing the creation. The second the magic disappeared, she rushed forward, hugging G and planting a kiss on the side of his skull. "He just needs some rock buttons and eyes now! Let's go get them!" and she took off.

In the bright glare off the snow, the white glow that came off Gaster Jr. was almost impossible to see, but Gaster and Jenny were just able to make it out and they both laughed amongst themselves at the antics of their children. They stayed at the park for another hour or so, before calling the children to start going home.

"Clara, say goodbye to Gaster and Mr. Sans. We won't be seeing them for a long time, remember." Jenny told her daughter.

G looked up surprised, first to Jenny then to his father. "Did we do something wrong? Is that why we won't be able to see each other?" he asked.

Gaster and Jenny shared a concerned glance. They hadn't realized that Clara hadn't told him that they were leaving. Just as they were about to try to explain, Clara stepped forward. "Mommy and me are going to live with Daddy down in Arizona. I'm sure we'll be able to visit sometimes, right Mommy?" she asked, turning to look at her mother.

"Well, Arizona is very far away Clara. We probably won't be able to come up to visit very often, if at all. I told Mr. Sans that we'd send him a card with our new address when we got there so that you and G can write to each other to keep in touch." She explained gently.

"You mean that I won't be able to play with him anymore?" Clara asked, eyes going wide as she started to understand what her mother had been telling her for the past two months. She gripped his arm, pulling him closer to her, not wanting to lose her best friend.

"I'm afraid so dear. But you'll still be able to talk to him on the phone and write to him whenever you want. I promise." Her mother smiled encouragingly.

G suddenly piped up. "We'll be like those kids in that book we were reading. The ones who lived on opposite sides of a country and wrote to each other and ended up being friends forever and meeting at the museum. Remember?" he was excited to have a pen pal.

"I guess. Okay. You had better write me every day!" she demanded, poking his chest, pushing him back a step.

"Yeah, and you too." He laughed.

The rest of the walk home they talked about what they would write to each other excitedly, constantly conferring with their parents on what they could include. When the time came to part, they gave each other hugs and parted ways.

The letters went back and forth for almost two years before they started to peter out and finally come to an end as the children grew up and apart into their own individual lives.