p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Snowdin, 200X (2027 AD)/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Tristana POVbr /I love my brothers. I love Sans, even though his constant practical jokes sometimes annoy me, and I love Papyrus, even though he can be a narcissist at /I'm used to newcomers to Grillby's looking at me strangely. They had seen humans and skeletons, but not the two together. Nobody acknowledged this and instead tried to have a little bit of /Grillby (who was actually made of fire) never once messed up an order. On multiple occasions, he was seen toasting marshmallows on his head with one hand and taking up menus with the /"Hey," says one of the customers, "did you hear? There's gonna be a snowstorm tonight."br /"Well, it's kinda a town that's stuck in eternal winter…" says another /"I know!" Says the first. "But since it's Christmas and it's not snowing anywhere else, I just thought you should know…"br /As I eat my burger (with extra ketchup, of course), I say with my mouth almost full of beefy goodness, "Hey, wanna break out the sleds?"br /We have a decent hill in the backyard. A fence was laid out to make sure nobody ventured in, and plus, I could build a snow /"SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!" Exclaims /"um… okay…" says Sans /When we left the restaurant, we go to our quiet cabin in Snowdin and set up the /Not long after I'm finished, Papyrus throws a snowball at the back of my head. I have no coat or leggings or hat or anything like that, just a red, long-sleeved dress under my brown hair. I also have white /"Hahahaha!" I laugh before throwing another /"wait up!" Exclaims Sans and joins us before Papyrus hits /"VICTORY FOR THE GREAT PAPY-OOF!"br /I started laughing when I saw the telekinesis snowball hit /"No telekinesis, Sans… you know that!"br /He turns off his telekinesis. But he still gets us. Just not as easily as before. When we're both down, Sans finally proclaims himself /"*huff*...*huff…*i won… *huff* can we go inside now? *huff puff*"br /"SAnS, IF YOU HAD GOTTEN MORE Exercise, YOU WOULDN'T BE THIS TIRED!"br /Sometimes, it seems like Papyrus is the older brother. But at the same time, he acts like the little brother sometimes. It's the same with /We laugh and go inside to our Christmas /…br /Sans, being the oldest, is the first to open his gifts. He opens mine. It's multiple bottles of ketchup. They're tiny, only about a pint each. Sure, there are Hens and Punt's. But then, there's some more brands, more harder to find, like Knee Food and Trader Schmoe' /"thanks, tristy!" Beams Sans. Well, he always smiled, but beaming is an entirely different /"you know how much i love those!"br /But I'm not /I run to the closet and open up an unwrapped /It's a blue hoodie. I made it /Once I show it to Sans, he says, "Woah, Tristy…. how did you do this? This is awesome!"br /The answer is time, energy, and maybe a little bit (okay, a lot a bit) of money. br /Then, it's time for Papyrus' present. It's a photograph of all three of us, complete with glitter glue and glued-on flowers scattered across the frame. It's a gluey mess, but Papyrus had made it on his /"y'know, papyrus, i appreciate that you made this for me. and for a long time, i've wanted something to remind me of you guys at work…!"br /Sans works multiple jobs, from a hotdog guy to a sentry. Luckily, he's off on days like Christmas. He's also off every Sunday and /It's Papyrus' turn to open his presents. He opens Sans'. It's a photo of just Papyrus, with a gold frame (which kind of looked like spaghetti. I giggled).br /"SANS… OH MY GOSH! I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS PRESENT!"br /He opens mine. No spaghetti, through I could've given him some. It's a basketball and some shades for his "super cool outfit".br /"PERFECT ACCESSORIES FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"br /"but, papy… you never wear anything other than that battle armor."br /I snicker. Papyrus and I never told Sans about his extra "supercool" outfit secretly under his battle /Now, it's time for my /Papyrus gives me another gluey mess of a photograph frame, attached to the same photograph he gave Sans. But, he's designed it with racecars and skulls (with black and red glitter glue, of course).br /"UM… HEHE… I THINK I SWITCHED YOUR PRESENTS," mutters Papyrus sheepishly, swapping our /"That's okay! I still love your present and all of the effort you put into it!"br /Sans gives me a huge present. Wrapping paper. Packing peanuts. More packing peanuts. Sans chuckles as I toss back handfuls of packing /Then, finally, a book emerges…br /The book is How to Play the Trombone, Level /I can't even say anything…the trombone… my favorite instrument… I'm finally going to learn how to play it!br /"ya like it? of course, you'll be playing my trombone for now, but you can still learn."br /As we go to bed, my last thought is, I don't know what I'd do without my brothers./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Tristana POVbr /I love my brothers. I love Sans, even though his constant practical jokes sometimes annoy me, and I love Papyrus, even though he can be a narcissist at /I'm used to newcomers to Grillby's looking at me strangely. They had seen humans and skeletons, but not the two together. Nobody acknowledged this and instead tried to have a little bit of /Grillby (who was actually made of fire) never once messed up an order. On multiple occasions, he was seen toasting marshmallows on his head with one hand and taking up menus with the /"Hey," says one of the customers, "did you hear? There's gonna be a snowstorm tonight."br /"Well, it's kinda a town that's stuck in eternal winter…" says another /"I know!" Says the first. "But since it's Christmas and it's not snowing anywhere else, I just thought you should know…"br /As I eat my burger (with extra ketchup, of course), I say with my mouth almost full of beefy goodness, "Hey, wanna break out the sleds?"br /We have a decent hill in the backyard. A fence was laid out to make sure nobody ventured in, and plus, I could build a snow /"SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!" Exclaims /"um… okay…" says Sans /When we left the restaurant, we go to our quiet cabin in Snowdin and set up the /Not long after I'm finished, Papyrus throws a snowball at the back of my head. I have no coat or leggings or hat or anything like that, just a red, long-sleeved dress under my brown hair. I also have white /"Hahahaha!" I laugh before throwing another /"wait up!" Exclaims Sans and joins us before Papyrus hits /"VICTORY FOR THE GREAT PAPY-OOF!"br /I started laughing when I saw the telekinesis snowball hit /"No telekinesis, Sans… you know that!"br /He turns off his telekinesis. But he still gets us. Just not as easily as before. When we're both down, Sans finally proclaims himself /"*huff*...*huff…*i won… *huff* can we go inside now? *huff puff*"br /"SAnS, IF YOU HAD GOTTEN MORE Exercise, YOU WOULDN'T BE THIS TIRED!"br /Sometimes, it seems like Papyrus is the older brother. But at the same time, he acts like the little brother sometimes. It's the same with /We laugh and go inside to our Christmas /…br /Sans, being the oldest, is the first to open his gifts. He opens mine. It's multiple bottles of ketchup. They're tiny, only about a pint each. Sure, there are Hens and Punt's. But then, there's some more brands, more harder to find, like Knee Food and Trader Schmoe' /"thanks, tristy!" Beams Sans. Well, he always smiled, but beaming is an entirely different /"you know how much i love those!"br /But I'm not /I run to the closet and open up an unwrapped /It's a blue hoodie. I made it /Once I show it to Sans, he says, "Woah, Tristy…. how did you do this? This is awesome!"br /The answer is time, energy, and maybe a little bit (okay, a lot a bit) of money. br /Then, it's time for Papyrus' present. It's a photograph of all three of us, complete with glitter glue and glued-on flowers scattered across the frame. It's a gluey mess, but Papyrus had made it on his /"y'know, papyrus, i appreciate that you made this for me. and for a long time, i've wanted something to remind me of you guys at work…!"br /Sans works multiple jobs, from a hotdog guy to a sentry. Luckily, he's off on days like Christmas. He's also off every Sunday and /It's Papyrus' turn to open his presents. He opens Sans'. It's a photo of just Papyrus, with a gold frame (which kind of looked like spaghetti. I giggled).br /"SANS… OH MY GOSH! I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS PRESENT!"br /He opens mine. No spaghetti, through I could've given him some. It's a basketball and some shades for his "super cool outfit".br /"PERFECT ACCESSORIES FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"br /"but, papy… you never wear anything other than that battle armor."br /I snicker. Papyrus and I never told Sans about his extra "supercool" outfit secretly under his battle /Now, it's time for my /Papyrus gives me another gluey mess of a photograph frame, attached to the same photograph he gave Sans. But, he's designed it with racecars and skulls (with black and red glitter glue, of course).br /"UM… HEHE… I THINK I SWITCHED YOUR PRESENTS," mutters Papyrus sheepishly, swapping our /"That's okay! I still love your present and all of the effort you put into it!"br /Sans gives me a huge present. Wrapping paper. Packing peanuts. More packing peanuts. Sans chuckles as I toss back handfuls of packing /Then, finally, a book emerges…br /The book is How to Play the Trombone, Level /I can't even say anything…the trombone… my favorite instrument… I'm finally going to learn how to play it!br /"ya like it? of course, you'll be playing my trombone for now, but you can still learn."br /As we go to bed, my last thought is, I don't know what I'd do without my brothers./p