I walked through the snow, heading towards my usual spot by the door. I sat down, instantly getting freezing cold. I leaned my back against the door, feeling the smooth wood with a crimson gloved hand. I pulled off my right glove, and knocked on the door three times. Just like normal! I thought. "Knock, knock!" I chimed, straining to hear the voice behind the door. Nothing. I decided to tell my joke anyways. "Dishes," I offered to nobody. But nobody answered. I thought. "DISHES A VERY, VERY BAD KNOCK, KNOCK JOKE!" I shrieked, trying to hear someone behind the door. All I heard was sobbing. It was very miraculous sobbing, because I knew the person behind the door was alive. "What's wrong?" I asked, holding back the temptation to scream. I sat there shaking, listing to the sobbing. Eventually, my determination to get an answer rewarded me, and I heard a voice, "Hey, can you maybe..do me a favor?" I heard.
"Of course," I said.
"Well, if a human ever comes through that door," I flinched, remembering that I was a human. Sometimes I forget I'm not a fuzzy goat like Asriel. "Can you promise me one thing?"
"Uhhhh, sure!" I said.
"Please, protect the one who comes through the door," The voice finished. I sat there, in the snow. I didn't know who the person was. I didn't know anything about them….but still. Maybe? Maybe I should. Anyone who can laugh at a bad joke sure deserves help. This isn't the kind of thing I can just laugh off. I have to help. I made my decision. "Yes, I will help!" I exclaimed. Then, I heard the wonderful sound of my brother calling. "Bye!" I called out softly to the person behind the door. I ran off, once in a while tripping over my own boots. They were a tad bit too big, due to the fact that they used to be my brother's. As my older (by like a month) brother came into view, I pulled my hood back up. "So, it looks like the God of Hyperdeath has cornered me." I said. Then, I heard the sound. I was able to tell it from half a mile away. I sprinted away from Asriel, diving into the bushes near the door. I pulled a ketchup packet out of my pocket, and tore both my crimson gloves off. Luckily, there wasn't any snow falling. Then, I saw her. She had chocolate brown hair like mine, and a blue sweater as beautiful as the sky. Her sweater had stripes as pink as a sunset. She wore ocean blue jean shorts, with midnight black leggings under them. Her boots were as brown as milk chocolate. I walked after her, my footsteps heavy on the crunchy snow. She stopped for a second as she came upon a heavy stick. She padded on. I stepped on the stick, breaking it into splinters. Then, the girl stopped, shivering. I caught up to her and studied her features closer. " n. D o n ' d? Turn around, and take my hand," I tried to sound as scary as possible. The girl, petrified by my voice, turned around. I studied her face. Chocolate brown eyes. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd seen this girl before...or somebody just like her. According to my reflection, and Asriel's description, I had chocolate brown hair, and crimson eyes that matched my gloves and boots, and a rosy complexion. By knowing, I had on a green hoodie with the hood always pulled up, and a pair of black leggings. I also had a white shirt with a yellow stripe underneath my jacket, which was always unzipped. This girl...she was about my height, possibly a little shorter, she looked about my shoe size, and she had a haircut about the same length as mine. She reached out ever so slowly and took my hand.