Shadow looked through her closet, a troubled expression on her face.

"Panic! At the disco t-shirt? Nope. TOP? Nuh uh. Old dress with a barbeque stain? That'll be more of a last resort."

She sighed. She knew what she had to do.

"I never thought my life would come to this. But I need help."

Shadow pulled out her phone and scrolled to the bottom of her contact list. 'Call Mettaton?' She sighed, before pressing 'call'

"Its ringing… and ringing… and-"

"Mettaton speaking!"

Shadow rolled her eyes and mumbled

"No duh, really?"

"What was that darling?"

Her shoulders tensed a bit.

"Oh nothing! It's me, Shadow"

"Shadow? Oh hello darling! You never call. What's the occasion?"

Shadow was restraining herself from saying 'Well, the occasion was it was either you or a stained black dress. And I lost the dress.."

"Uh well… You see, I'm going on a date with Sans tonight and I have nothing to wear."

She heard something like a fangirl scream on the other line. She winced, her ears ringing a bit.

"A date you say?! I'll be there in five minutes!"

"Thanks, but all I really wanted was some advi-"

They hung up. Damn.

"Well, I guess the old Bag o' bolts is coming over."

Five minutes later Shadow's front door busted open.

'The hell?!'

She heard an all too-familiar voice

"Alright! Where's the nerd in need of a makeover?!"

"U-Undyne! It's r-rude to b-burst i-i-into s-someones h-h-house!"

"Hush you too! Shadow darling? Where are yoooouuuu?"

'Shit. She brought the reptilian weirdos!'

Of course Shadow did appreciate and love Alphys and Undyne. It's just that sometimes they were a bit… too much. Whatever. She would have to face them.

"In here!"

Mettaton barged in with Undyne beside them, Alphys following shyly behind.

"Why hello darling! I- …."

Mettaton gave Shadow a confused glance. Shadow grinned. She didn't blame them, there she sat in a huge pile of clothes with a tub of ice cream in front of her.

"What?"

She chuckled a bit.

"I got hungry!"

Mettaton rolled their eyes and grabbed the ice cream before tossing it in the trash.

'Damn. That was my last tub of ice cream. Whatever..'

"Uh… Alright then!"

"Hey nerd! Let's start makin' you over!"

Shadow didn't really get why Undyne was there. She really wasn't the girly type. Then again, neither was Shadow, she was just one of Mettaton's many helpless victims.

Shadow shrugged.

"Okie dokie"

Moments later Undyne and Mettaton had tackled Shadow, smothering her with makeup. Or so it felt, Shadow pretty much hated makeup.

Shadow took a look in the mirror. Not much had changed, but she still looked gorgeous, even she had to admit that. They had given her a smoky eye, a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and some black lipstick, which went naturally with her grey, wispy skin.

"I have got to hand it to you darling. Even I can't pull off black lipstick. And that's saying something!

"Yeah punk, you look great!"

Alphys gave her a silent thumbs up. That's what Shadow liked about Alphys. She was quiet and shy, like Shadow had been many, many resets ago. The thought of the past made Shadow shiver, but she ignored it.

"Alright nerd, what now?"

"Well, She called me because she needed something to wear!"

"I asked Shadow!"

'Woah.. She just used my real name. She knows my real name?! Holy shi-'

"Well punk, whatcha gonna say?"

"Uh.. Yeah! I need something to wear."

Mettaton looked a bit annoyed, but smiled.

"Let's find you something to wear darling!"

Five minutes later Shadow looked back at the mirror.

"Sweet mother of sugarbabies… Is that really me?"

Shadow had on a little black dress with long sleeves that hung past her wrists and black laced leggings, her hair was pulled into a messy bun. She blew small strands of hair out of her eyes.

Undyne chuckled.

"Sure is punk, now what time is this date?"

"Seven. Why?"

"Cause it's six-fifty now."

Shadow's eyes widened

"SHIT!"

Knock knock

Shadow jumped, alarmed.

"Well punk, we gotta go. Enjoy your date!"

And with that Mettaton, Alphys, and Undyne raced off, jumping out the window Papyrus style.

Shadow ran downstairs, screeching to a halt at the door and peeking out.

"Your early dumba-"

They took a look at each other and both remarked bashfully.

"Holy shit kid."

"Sweet mother of Jesus Sans…"

Sans looked at Shadow in her little black dress, then glanced up at her makeup, back to her dress and up to her hair.

Shadow's eyes were wide. Sans was wearing a tuxedo! And… hair gel? Pffft. Dork.

"Who helped you with your… everything?"

Shadow rolled her eyes and sighed.

"The nosey ass reptilian and robot crew."

Sans snickered.

"You?"

"Eh… Oh, Papyrus."

"Oh. I figured."

"Damn kiddo, you look great."

"You too"

Sans grabbed Shadow's hand.

"Shall we?"

Shadow blushed, she loved how his boney hand felt in her wispy, cloud like hands.

"Yeah.. But first we gotta stop by the gas station."

"Why?"

"Smokes"

"I'm not surprised. You know those aren't good for you, right?"

Shadow scoffed.

"I don't give a damn."

Sans sighed.

"Fine kid. I'll stop by the gas station."

And with that they disappeared into a blue light.