You were laying in bed in your new home in Snowdin. Chilly winter air blew through your bedroom window; you shivered and sat up to close it. Huffing to yourself, you glanced out the window. The pillowy snow that blanketed the ground sparkled in a way that only snow in the underground could. The clock next to your bed read 12:00PM, Midnight. It was your only real indicator at what time it was down there. Afterall, sunlight was rare there, and only managed to seep through the cracks in the earth for brief amounts of time.

You made no true attempts to go back to the surface,and enjoyed the unique beauty the underground had to offer. You felt this would be your saving grace, a new start. You never felt that you belonged in the surface world, but maybe here, you could.
During your travels, you met many new friends. Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, all of them meant the world to you, but your main reason for staying were the silly skeleton brothers you had met a few months ago. Out of all of your friends, they made you feel the most welcome. When you had no place to stay; Papyrus, the youngest of the two, offered to let you stay with him and his brother; Sans.

The two made wonderful roommates, never letting you feel alone. They always entertained you with their silly antics. One day, it was building a pizza fort out of empty (and sometimes not) pizza boxes. The other it was establishing "Papyrusland" and it's king, the "Very Great and Totally Good at Cooking Papyrus".
It wasn't all chaos though, and there were many evenings of quietly enjoying one another's company, or telling stories huddled around one another under blankets. You felt like a family.

You smiled to yourself, recalling more fond memories of Papyrus nearly burning the house down trying to make his infamous spaghetti, ans Sans instigating his brother with bone related puns.

Your brows furrowed however, at a memory that filled your cheeks with blush.

"Papyrus! Sans! I'm home!" You called out. You could hear thudding footsteps and the tripping over of objects. Sans and Papyrus both burst from their bedrooms and rushed down the stairs. Papyrus slid down the railing instead, so that he could greet you first.

"Nicole!" His face was beaming and he proceeded to bow in a gentlemanly manner. "The Great Papyrus welcomes you back to his extravagant home!"
You plopped your satchel onto the ground next to the shoes that were strewn about messily next to the door. You smiled back warmly, your eyes lighting up and blush tinging your cheeks. Papyrus did that to you. He always managed to make everything better, even on your most taxing days.

"Hi Pap. How was your day?" You cooed sweetly, reciprocating his friendliness. Papyrus was practically wiggling with excitement,

"Absolutely fantastic! Sans and I invented a new way of feeding his pet rock!" he motioned to the rock on the table in the hallway. Instead of being covered in sprinkles, like it normally was, it was instead covered in spaghetti noodles and sauce. Scoffing and stifling a giggle, You placed a hand on your hip.

"I can see that!"

Papyrus smiled proudly, "I did most of the work, but Sans played his part."

Sans shuffled up quickly to the two of you, chuckling under his breath. "Yeah, uh, it sure is a work of art, bro." He then turned to you, his eyes contentedly lazy and his grin wide. "Heya, kid. Good day at Grillby's?"

You rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall. You shoved your hands into the grey hoodie you were wearing. "Pfft, Had a stressful day. Not Grillbz' fault, just a lot of monsters came in today. We were really short - handed."

Sans began nodding, and was about to speak when Papyrus piped up.

"Oh! That sounds dreadful! Are you very tired?" You opened your mouth to speak, but Papyrus was already ahead of you.

"No matter!" He cheerfully interjected, "I shall prepare the most exquisite cuisine to help you relax!" With that, he bounded off to the kitchen, his red scarf trailing behind him in a blur.

Sans stretched his arms above his head with a tired groan and meandered his way to the door, grabbing his favorite blue coat.

You quizzically raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, where are you off to?"

Sans' boney fingers rested on the door knob.

"Work, remember? Someone's gotta sell those 'dogs, heh! Where's your brain today, kiddo?"

Feeling a bit silly, you nervously pushed air out of your lungs in a sort of forced laugh, to relieve your anxiety. "Oh, uh, yeah! I remember! Nah, where IS my brain, right?"

Sans must have told you he was working night shift tonight at some point in the past week, but to avoid feeling like a total imbecile, you decided to just smile and feign ignorance.

Sans playfully rolled his eyes and opened the door. The winter air nipped at your exposed skin. Sans lazily called out to his brother in the kitchen,

"Papyrus, I'm headin' out now!"

"Goodbye, brother!" He happily responded, enveloped in what he was doing.

"See ya kid." Sans waved. Thoughtfully and a bit sinisterly, he turned turned his head to you,

"Oh and uh, go find your brain. I know you tend to lose it around Pap."

Before you could retaliate, the sneaky bag of bones had already slid out the door. Your cheeks were dusted pink, and you grumbled to yourself. Sans liked to tease you about everything. Sometimes it really got to you. You shook your head and strolled into the kitchen to check out what Papyrus was making.

The scene you stumbled upon was a messy one, though oddly enough, not one of pasta origin. There appeared to be...flour everywhere? Papyrus noticed your entrance and whipped his head toward you, setting a mixing bowl down with a startled gasp. "H-human! You can't be in here!" You slightly frowned as he scuttled forward and pushed you towards the doorway,

"Awww, come on Pap, why can't I-"

"It's a surprise!" He blurted, fiddling with the edge of a white apron he had tied to his slender boney figure. "It's not ready yet, but it will be soon!"

You chuckled and cooperated with the now flustered skeleton.
"Heh, alright! I'll be gathering some clothes for the waterfall. I'll be home a little later. I bet it's going to be an awesome surprise!"

Papyrus flashed you one of his classic, wide, thrilled grins and placed his hands on his hips triumphantly. "Of course it shall be! I, the Great Papyrus, am creating it! It shall be full of splendor! Mystery! Awe!" Your own grin widened as you listened to him, grabbing your satchel and filling it with clothes and some shampoo and soap.

"I can't wait!" You announced as you threw your bag over your shoulder. You opened the front door and it squeaked slightly.

Papyrus seemed thrilled that you approved, and you could have sworn you saw bright orange blush form across his cheekbones as you closed the door behind you.