*Pause*

"I-it's alright, Undyne. Just let it all out…" Alphys held Undyne's hair back as she vomited into the trash can. "I-I didn't like snail ice cream at first either…"

Undyne lifted her green face from the garbage can woosily. "Snails and *urp* ice cream is just so slimy and salty…" She grabbed the trash can and trudged over to the couch weakly.

"W-w-wait here, Undyne! I'll help you!" Alphys skittered into the kitchen as Undyne turned pale around the gills at the idea of more food. She moaned wearily and sunk down into her seat, pulling a pillow over her face.

Two minutes later, Alphys bustled into the living room with a bowl, a washcloth, some fizzy ginger ale in a bottle and a blanket.

She pulled the pillow off of Undyne's face and tucked it behind her head. She sat the bowl of water on a table and placed the washcloth into it. She unfolded the blanket and tucked Undyne into it, making sure she was snug. She then pulled out the washcloth, wrung it out and placed it onto Undyne's forehead. After brushing the hair from Undyne's red face and handing her the bottle of ginger ale, she brightened up. "T-there. That should be good for now. A-are you feeling good enough to watch more of the movie?"

Undyne nodded, sinking into the blanket to hide her red face. "L-let's watch more! Fuehue!"

…..

Koneko opened her eyes to total darkness. Her heart leaped into her chest and she froze in panic. Her eyes flew around the room, feverishly picking out shapes in the darkness. She slowly sat up and noticed the backlit light switch on the wall. She sprang into action, running to it and flailing her arms at it furiously in terror. She swung back to the room, which was, as always, empty of any intruders or harm.

She sank to her knees, trembling in relief. After a group of men broke into her house and she woke to find them leaning over her… She no longer wanted anything to do with darkness. She still remembered how it felt when their hands grabbed her wrists and tried to hold her down. After she fought back and called for help, they were sent running, but they were always in the back of her mind, in the shadows. The what ifs haunted her thoughts.

Koneko took a deep breath. "Nothing happened, and nothing will happen to me anymore." She glanced around. But some night lights wouldn't hurt anyone…

After a few minutes of silent thought, Koneko stood and reached for the door, intent on asking for nightlights. Something caught her eye and gave her pause, however. She turned around and took in the large painting of Manami hanging opposite the door.

She walked up to it and paused in consideration. Something was off, but it was hidden well. First, she examined the eyes. They were the same shape and color, and even had her sparkle about them, so that wasn't it. She looked at the nose and mouth, but nothing seemed off there either. She absentmindedly tapped at her chin before her eyes lit up. There, in the flow of Manami's bright white hair, was a small streak of pink that shouldn't be there.

Koneko narrowed her eyes. Why would a painter have made such an odd discrepancy in his subject? Sure, Manami used to have pink hair, but her hair was white in the picture, showing that she hadn't had pink hair in quite a while.

She reached out and ran her fingertips along the pink streak, flinching back when part of the streak dipped under her fingers. Curious, she peered closer at the indentation. A pink colored switch was pressed flat against the side of the indent. She bit her lip and glanced around the room. I shouldn't be doing this… She closed her eyes and flipped the switch swiftly.

An electronic beep echoed from the switch, and the wall behind the painting swung open, bathing Koneko in darkness. A long hallway leading to a set of spiral stairs down laid out in front of her, going to the basement it seemed. A light seemed to shine from the staircase, bouncing light around the end of the dark hall.

Koneko turned to the room behind her and dragged a dresser over to the wall, keeping it open as she ventured toward the stairs. She moved swiftly through the unpleasant darkness and descended into the light.

Blinking, Koneko glanced around. She was in a stairway with glass all around her, the basement lighting up the stairs. Wait… I know this place! I'm behind gran-gran's round mirror! It must be a one-way mirror!

She tensed up as someone walked into the room in front of her, though they couldn't see her. It was Manami, walking in a kimono and holding two delicate fans. Koneko furrowed her eyebrows, but silently watched as Manami went through some swift motions as though dancing.

Suddenly, Manami jumped into the air and transformed as she spun. Her white hair turned pink, and cat ears and a tail sprouted from her agile body. She landed and grinned in enjoyment as she ran toward a wall, running up and flipping off of it onto a training dummy, who she restrained with the fans and kissed on the forehead. She flipped off of the dummy and grabbed a sword hung on the wall. Spinning, she cut three sacks of flour in half, and beheaded another dummy. The floor started to tremble before swinging open quickly. Manami sent her hair to the walls and balanced on it like a platform as spinning discs were sent out from the walls. Manami used the flat of her blade as a shield to block the discs, before jumping down onto the closed floor and ramming the handle of the sword back into a foam cut-out on the wall.

Koneko gaped at the back of her not-so-fragile great-grandmother as the cat ears and tail faded away. Manami bowed to the dummy she had kissed as her hair turned white once more. She placed her fans delicately on a table, re-hung her sword, and left the basement, Koneko staring after her in disbelief.

Eyes wide, Koneko looked down at her hands. Can I do those things? Her eyes trailed down to the stairs. There was more to learn, and if everything down these stairs was as mind-blowing as watching Manami… Koneko squared her shoulders and walked down the rest of the stairs.