Couldn't go through with angst, I'm in a Christmas/New year mood, just try and complain.


"I thought that by being your friend... I could fix what happened that day..."

"Yeah, as if." Chara snorted, a derisive smirk growing on his face as Core giggled.

It was oddly calming for him… but... he missed Frisk.

Now in Underfell's version of Snowdin, Classic laid on his stomach, fast asleep with a face full of snow.

"Laziness for the win!" Outer high-fived Stretch as Dream and Chara laughed, the others merely looking amused.

"Psst!" Ink popped up from behind a bush, mouth hovering near his skeletal mouth to ensure his voice would reach Classic. "Hey, Sans! Wake up!"

"What is that idiot doing now?"

Error loved insulting Ink, mainly when he was pissed off with the squid. It was therapeutic.

"ZZZ... just five more minutes..." Classic smiled, snuggling deeper into his pillow of snow, breathing pattern slowing down as he slowly fell asleep before he abruptly jolted upright. "WOW WAIT A MINUTE IS THIS SNOW!? WHERE ARE WE!?"

"Lazy." Error, again.

"Aren't we all?"

Outer and Stretch shared another high-five.

"I don't think I'm lazy…" Dream pouted, turning his gaze to Chara. "Am I?"

"We just met." He deadpanned before pointing to themselves with a proud look. "But I'm defiantly the most hard-working here!"

"Debatable."

"Funkily off."

"THIS PLACE IT CAN'T BE...!"

"Pfft calm down, pal." Ink's dull, deadpan expression brightened as he grinned and waved his hands slightly. "This is not your Snowdin. Welcome... to UNDERFELL!"

"Dramatic squid."

"Aaand why are you hiding there?" Classic's weirded out expression caused Ink to freeze before somehow putting on a solemn facade.

"I must prevent myself from being seen in any AU for everybody's sake."

"He looks so funking smug." Error growled.

"We're like, what, a minute in? How have you insulted him so many times?" Dream questioned incredulously, smiling despite the situation.

"What can I say, I'm a genius." Error shrugged helplessly.

"No, you're not."

"Then why did you ask me in the first place!?" Error raged, calming somewhat as Dream started laughing, and he decided to not comment further. He rarely got to talk to Dream without too much tension being in the air, it was... nice.

"And he says Ink is smug." Chara scoffed.

"If you had done that with Cross, none of this would be happening, and I wouldn't be here, with only half a soul," Classic sighed, a melancholy air surrounding him. "and so far from home..."

"This is the first time I'm away from home, I've never experienced much." Outer sighed sadly.

"You can visit my world, and I'll visit yours?" Stretch offered, "It'd be interesting to see space."

"Thanks, I'd like to see the underground." Outer smiled, wondering what he'd show Stretch from his world and how similar they could be. Living underground sounded fascinating. Alphys would love to theorise about it.

"...Sorry?" Ink offered an awkward smile as he realized Classic had been talking, not having heard a single word in his daydreaming.

"Nothing. Nothing." Classic turned away, tired.

Dream beamed as he absently swung his legs up and down.

Ah, Ink was so socially awkward. Dream could remember the many visits to new AU's where Ink would leave such lasting impressions, it was always a good laugh.

Maybe he could arrange a trip with both Ink and Blue sometime after this mess was over, it'd been a while since they'd all hung out together just for each other's company.

"So… Cross came to this place?" Classic changed the subject as Ink climbed out of the bush and stood beside Classic, who was eyeing their new world carefully.

"I hope so." He responded, expression briefly going blank as his smile slipped. "This world is living a Pacifist Timeline despite... many problems."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chara asked with a tilt of their head.

"But I'm sure Nightmare brought him to this place." Ink's voice was oddly light considering the implications of what he was saying.

"K. Let's go then." Classic's voice echoed as the two disappeared, teleporting their way through Snowdin.

"If he doesn't like the stupid AU, he could just let me destroy it," Error sunk deeper into his seat, grumbling to himself, "but nooo, Ink has to play the hero. Stupid, waiting for someone like Nightmare to come and destroy it, bleh."

"Sticking your tongue out is rude." Core chided in a teasing manner.

"Shut up."

The two passed multiple locations showing the damage caused by Cross before a voice called out to them and Ink hid in another bush.

"Such coming destruction." Core murmured as they picked at a loose strand of thread, attempting to calculate the probability of Underfell surviving the coming storm. "It's overwhelming how much of an impact this will have."

"I wouldn't call THAT destruction!" Error sputtered as Core turned to him, unamused. "That's more like, uh, vandalism?" More looks were sent his way as Error huffed. "Either way, it's not impressive, a kid can do that in their sleep!"

"YO! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOIN' SANS!?"

Classic turned, sweat forming as he faced two monsters of Underfell. "Why are you wearing those weird clothes? Snowdin is going down, jerk!"

"What is this?" Chara sweatdropped, one of the few still watching the screen.

"So, your jobs not hard at all?" Outer asked Error with innocence surrounding his entire being.

"How useless." Stretch snorted.

"WHO SAID THAT!?"

The two monsters left, and Ink approached Classic again. "YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"

"What's the matter? The people here are jerks." Classic deadpanned with an air of acceptance surrounding him as his body glitched.

"Go With The Flow, Classic, Go With The Flow." Fresh spoke in a sing-song tone before joining the other conversation again. "Does That Mean I Can Do Your Job Too, Mah Broski?" Fresh hopped to his feet, and pointed to the skies in a heroic pose. "Wassup, NEW GOD OF DESTRUCTION HERE, Ready To Blow You Awa-HEY!"

"Oh look," Error drawled as he scooped his pillow up from the floor, pointedly ignoring Fresh's choked laughter. "a pillow works just as well to shut you up."

"You-" Outer's body shook as he struggled to breathe through his own laughter, collapsing on top of Strech, who was holding up no better than him, Outer tried and failed to complete his sentence. "You guys-"

"Wow. What was that?" Classic stared at his hands as Ink frowned.

"...Cross... What are you trying to do now...?"

"Are all missing the show." Chara finished, rolling his eyes as he puffed out his cheeks. "Honestly, how childish."

"Isn't that the real show?" Dream pointed behind them at the laughing group, eyes never leaving the screen. "I wish we could pause this."

"I wish we could pause them."

"Funny."

"I'm serious."

"No one in this room is serious, not now, not ever."

"When did you start acting like... well, like me."

"Who knows."

"You're weird." Chara shifted closer to Dream, head now resting inches from his arm, a warm look in both their eyes.

They weren't so different when it came down to it.

The scene changed to Cross, dragging a knife through the snow and making his way through Snowdin. Not even a glance spared for the monsters that fled at the sight of him.

"And this is Underfell..." Core's voice was tinged with a hint of disappointment. Kill or be killed. Yeah, sure thing, Fell.

"Huh." Cross stared at the one monster that didn't run from him, staying put. "You're in my way... Get outta here."

"Did spending all that time with the squid make him have an ego?" Error's sarcasm was laced with truth.

The screen panned to show the offender, Underfell's very own version of Sans.

"Wow. What do we have here..." Fell's body remained relaxed as he put his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face. "Hey, fluffy asshole. Nice knife."

"I'm calling him that the next time I see him!" Chara guffawed, tears leaking from his eyes.

"Bruh, We're All Calling Him That Now!" Fresh beamed, glasses almost slipping off his face, which Dream hastily stopped from happening.

"Careful." Dream warned in a chiding tone.

"Sorry, Broski Bro."

"...What did you call me?" Cross asked in disbelief as XChara hovered behind him, looking befuddled.

"Ha. Whatev. Waddya want? You made a pretty big mess out of Snowdin..." Fell gestured briefly to the destruction vandalism Cross had done before bursting into laughter. "PFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He turned away from Cross to scream at the monsters hiding in the woods. "ALL OF YOU ARE COWARDS, HIDING LIKE IDIOTS! HAHAHA! LOOK AT YOURSELVES! EVERYBODY SUCKS!"

"Can anyone get a Pacifist Timeline, I mean, how!?" The more Outer watched, the less he worried about his own world. If these guys could get a Pacifist Timeline, it couldn't be that hard, right?

"Interesting guy living in this Pacifist timeline..." XChara commented as Cross sweatdropped.

"...Disgusting." Cross raised his weapon high, strengthening his resolve in the process, he threw it.

"Huh?" Fell looked down at his clothes, a noticeable tear where the blade almost sliced his arm. "Let's just get straight to the point." His eyelights flickered out of existence, the color red appearing as he prepared for battle.

"Battle!"


I lost some files, don't know how that happened.
Either way, I decided to change this chapter a lot and leave the battle for another time because I need fluff, I'm in too good of a mood to handle the angst and serious stuff. Blame Christmas, my mood keeps doing flips.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! 3