Undertale: The Eighth Soul
I woke up from a nightmare about the stupid misleading flower that greeted me to the underground 2 years ago. Funny thing is, that was my adoptive brother with no soul. Whelp, it was 7:03, so I opened my dresser, pulled on a shirt, and walked out of my bedroom and into Asriel's. I could hear blips, bloops, and 8-bit explosions from outside his door. That's some thin wood, I thought. "Sup, Bananasriel" I said as I opened his door and smiled. "Howdy, Chris!" He replied cheerfully. I picked up a Xbox controller and sat on his bed with him as he put Galaga into multiplayer. We played until about 8:30 until Sans came in and told us to turn off the game and get in the car. Oh, yeah. It was Saturday, so that meant breakfast at the castle. It also meant Asriel got to see his real Dad, Asgore, and for me, the King of the Underground. I rocketed into my bedroom, making the walls look like a green blur and almost leaving an imprint of my face on my dresser. I whipped on shorts, ran to the top of the stairs, put on some flip-flops, went down to the garage, and got in the car.
