"No! I don't want- I can't lose you again!" A boy yelled, clutching the body of another "Why… why couldn't you have waited like I said…" He held them closer to his heart.

"I guess its fate way of saying…" The one being held coughed violently "It's not meant to be…"

They dropped limp, arm falling from his cheek.

"No… I- I though I did everything right… why did you die…?" He rested his head on their body, hearing their hearts final beats.

"They… they killed you… I was supposed to stop you from being killed but…" He heard something appear to his right, he tried to ignore it.

"Looks like the brats gotten killed, eh? You IDIOT, did you think you could save them?!" He heard something snap, it didn't sound like bones.

"They were destined to die! You can't save them now, here, or ever! Die!"
~

The boy was awoken by water being splashed on him. His eyes shot open as he spun his head around, eventually he saw someone… Dillan, yes, him. He was running into… the kitchen, yes!

Wait, why was he doing that again?

Dillan came back and threw another bucket's full of water on him.

"What the hell?" He asked groggily, shaking his head to get the water out.

Once he had flung a large amount of water off his head he set his hand back on the couch to find it wet. Why was it- oh yeah, water.

As he looked back up at Dillan a towel was thrown at his face, he grabbed the towel and dragged it off his face with irritation.

"Can you tell me why I'm soaked? And don't just say because you threw water on me" He began drying his hair with the towel.

Dillan set the bucket beside him and walked over to a seat before sitting down. He put a hand over his heart and took a few deep breaths "Are you all right man, nearly gave me a heart attack" Dillan turned towards the now still wet white haired boy.

"Am I okay? You look like you were the one who was just soaked, which, I still do not appreciate by the way" He started to dry his arms, deciding to change clothes later. Not like the couch cushions are gunna get any drier in the next few minutes.

"Well, if it wasn't for me dumping water on you, we would have lost another couch, you were burning again" He rubbed his eyes and yawned "And at three in the morning, you slept the whole day away, and you call me lazy"

The other boy looked down at the couch and saw that the previous brown couch was now a charred black color, still warm to the touch.

After seeing the couch, he gasped and checked the surrounds for any other signs of charring, luckily, there was none. Only the three cushions he took up and part of the last were burnt.

Groaning he turned around and flopped face first onto the couch, getting a mouth full of charred fabric.

"Pfft pffffft… sorry…" He mumbled. Dillan made a confused noise "Ugh… sorry for burning the couch… again" He flipped over onto his back, fixing his sweater where needed.

"I thought you had that under control, you said you did at least" Dillan rested his chin on a pillow he grabbed.

The still unnamed boy turned to him unamused "I did to" He looked at part of the black couch "I liked this couch too…" he groaned again and sat up, turning so his feet touched the floor.

"Same, if I can tell anything about those new neighbors, they'll be over sometime today and a burnt couch might raise suspicion" the other nodded sleepily.

They had gone through 3-4 couches since the two had moved in together two years ago, three couches and one love seat. Surprisingly, no beds were lost.

The younger flipped over a pillow so it didn't smell like ash and rested his head against it, he was far to tired to deal with people or go to his room.

"You know, it's not very healthy to sleep on a couch someone put out not even twelve minutes ago," The other raised his hand towards Dillan and, with a flicking motion, sent a few small embers towards him, they harmlessly landed on the ground.

Dillan chuckled and stood up, he then threw his pillow at the other before walking away.

The pillow hit his face but he didn't, or couldn't move it seeing as he was already asleep.

Dillan peeked around the corner, seeing his friend fall asleep "Only three am and I put out a burning couch, that says a lot for the day ahead…" he muttered walking down the hall, he turned left into his bedroom and closed the door.

He heard footsteps get closer to him, he already knew who it was.

The floor creaked as the person leaned forward, he still had a pillow on his face but he could still hear the person breathing, like a jackhammer going for a nature walk.

"If you dump more water on me I swear I will strangle you" The person stepped away and took the pillow with them.

He opened his eyes and turned his head, he was holding an alarm clock and the pillow, he threw the soft object onto a seat.

He turned to the clock, eight am. Joy.

He slowly turned off the couch, he ended up falling onto the floor face first, ouch.

Dillan made a sour face seeing him hit the ground. He went to help his friend up but he began crawling away, very slowly. Using only his arms… that would take a while.

"Oh come on, now your being a drama queen, just get up and dressed…" He bent down and sniffed "And showered, you smell like burned couch" He turned to the burned couch. Yup.

Groaning he stood up "Why you do dis… I'm not a morning person, you know this" He sighed and walked into the hallway, going further down then Dillan does and walking into the door, his bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't extravagant, just a twin sized bed with a desk and laptop on opposite sides of the room, and a dresser besides the bed, along with some pictures hung up to give the room color.

He walked to the closet which was beside the desk, opened it and pulled out a white V-neck shirt and green flannel.

Taking of his sweater and shirt he slipped on the V-neck and flannel, leaving it undone.

He walked out of the room and back into the living room to see Dillan walking back and forth around the room.

Dillan turned to him and then to the door, opening it and walking through. His friend grabbed a quick zip up sweater, green and yellow, off the coat rack and stepped outside.

Dillan locked the door as the shorter of the two put on his sweater. They turned left and started walking.

Where they worked wasn't far, five or seven-minute walk at most.

When they walked, they heard someone call out to them "Hey!" The two turned to find Frisk running up to them.

"Hey… Frisk?" "Hello" They said, Frisk nodded to Dillan, answering his question, and asked where they were going, they were holding a cup.

"Work" Dillan saw the cup in Frisks hands "Oh… um, I won't be home for… quite a while, Albino here'll be back first" He ruffled his hair earning a glare.

"Oh, okay!" There was a silence as Frisk followed the twos slowed pace "So… where do you work, if you don't mind me asking" They put their hands behind their back nervously.

"Coffee shop, down the road, 'bout five minutes… that way, Zealous Brew" Dillan pointed straight ahead.

"Jealous, you get free coffee "Not as often as you'd think heh" They chatted back and forth for a minute, the white-haired boy felt a little… third wheel-ish? So, he hung back a bit, only a step or two.

Frisk saw him stepping back and turned to him "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to leave you out, where are you going, and… is 'albino' your name? Your friend…" They gestured to Dillan "seems to call you that a lot"

He gave a small smile "It's okay, and…" He grabbed and briefly looked at a clump of his hair again "no, name's not 'albino', just a nickname he gave me" He extended an arm and pointed across the street, a few places to the right of where they were "I work there, restaurant during the day, bar at night, good food, lots of bad laughs shared at night, between staff and patrons alike" He gave a bad thumbs up, smile and wink all at once to Frisk.

"Hurray for shameful work promotion" He laughed and shook his head as they came up to an interception.

"Hmm… seems this is where we part" They walked up and held a cup to 'Albino', the same one they, accidentally stole.

"Better you keep it, I'll lose it in there, and, it'll give you an excuse to come over" he shrugged, turned around and waved goodbye.

Frisk stood at the intersection for a second.

* Had better get back, mom will have our heas if we get sick again

Frisk nodded and turned around, starting the short walk back to their house.

And, for some reason, they and Chara couldn't stop thinking about 'Albino'

At the restaurant.

'Albino' walked through the front doors of the establishment, his boss spotting him immediately.

Her glare had the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, she was mad, no, pissed.

… Hopefully not at him.

She shifted between two tables, the place was empty, wasn't gunna open for another hour or so.

She stopped in front of him "You're late, again" He nervously turned towards the digital clock on the wall.

"By ten minutes!" Before she could start talking he put his hands up defensively and stepped back "I can explain it!" She lowered a hand and took a deep breath, gesturing him to start.

"Okay, so, we got a new neighbor, haven't met the rest yet, probably are gunna later this week… should probably make them a basket or something…" He turned back to her and found her glaring even harder now, he got off track.

"Sorry, so, as I walking he came running, accidentally took a cup of ours told him to keep it for now cause you don't like 'foreign dishes' in the kitchen" She nodded thankfully "so we talked for a bit, got distracted then, we left but!" He turned to the door and motioned franticly.

"This fluffy white dog came out of… nowhere and tried to steal my shoes, he did so I chased him for a while, caught him and took my shoes back, came here right after" Boss narrowed her eyes at him and he started to bite his lip nervously.

Smiling her reached forward and pinched his cheeks "Okay! I believe you, try not to be late again though!" She let go of his cheeks and walked to the cash register.

It was scary how fast her mood-

"Oh, for being late you can you take out the trash? Thanks a bunch dear" She didn't wait for him to respond.

Again, scary how fast her mood can change.

Sighing he walked to the kitchen, glad he didn't get stuck with one of the more harsh jobs. Once he got in the kitchen he saw some of the morning cooks there already, he greeted them and stuff but didn't really converse, didn't really know them all that well, he was a waiter in the morning and at night if he was there.

The 'head chef' Janna pointed him to the trash, garbage, food scraps, an employee, plastics. He left the employee Janna decided to pick on and picked up the first few bags of trash, hey, these were heavy!

Pressing the automatic button the back door opened slowly, to slow for liking. As the cold wind hit his face he immediately regretted his need for shoes. He stepped out anyways, quicker it's done, quicker it's over with.

Turning left he started to Dumpy, Dumpy the dumpster. Heh.

After throwing in the two bags he brought up his hood, a vain attempt to shield himself from the wind.

Turning around he saw something or, someone watching him, they turned away and left before he could get a better look at them.

"I ain't dealing with that! Creepy murder person stalker…" He ran back to the back door and used the key to open it. Closing it behind him he could have sworn he heard some talking, to themselves, him, or someone else, he didn't know, or want to know.

"Too spooky for me" He unzipped his sweater and hung it on the rack in the staff room before grabbing a black apron and tying it over his clothes. Grabbing the necessary things for his job, a pen, pad of paper etc. He took a deep breath, smiled, and walked out the door, people were at tables.

Frisk walked back inside their house.

"Hello my child, how was your impromptu run?" Toriel giggled, putting dishes away.

"Good I think?" Frisk set the cup on the counted and stared at it.

Toriel set the last plate away and turned around to find Frisk staring at the cup.

"If stare at the cup any harder it might shatter" Frisk quickly turned surprised.

"Sorry, just thinking…" "Hmm… isn't that the cup you 'stole'?" She raised an eyebrow "Weren't you going to return it?" Frisk shifted looking at the ground.

Toriel picked up the cup and put it in the sink, beginning to wash it again.

"Well, yes, but, they're at work and said to keep it till after, 6 is when they said they'd be back, I'll give it back then" Toriel nodded taking the cup out of the sink and started to dry it.

Frisk turned around and went to the living room, might as well do something productive today. Sitting on the floor they pulled out their phone and decided to call Sans.

They wanted to talk to someone.

* What am I, road kill?

Okay, people they didn't need to think to.

"heya kid, what's up?"

"Nothing, just bored"

"you want me to come over, I am on break-"

"You didn't even go to work, did you?"

Frisk heard something being squirted through the phone… ew.

"caught me red handed"

"Pffft" They tried not to laugh "Did you really put paint on your hands just for that?"

"what? I'd never do that, I put ketchup on my hands"

Now they were trying even harder not to laugh "O- Okay, why not come over"

The noise suggested Sans was walking, huh.

"prying me from my hard workin business again kid? sure, maybe i can meet your new nebs"

What are nebs?

Sadly, before Frisk could ask the line went dead, Sans hung up.

Frisk was about to stand up when there was a knock at the door, Frisk shot up and ran towards it but before the opened it they pressed their ear against the wood.

"Who's there?"

"hope" a voice answered. Frisk grinned

"Hope who?"

"hope you don't mind letting me in" Frisk snickered while holding their head in their hand.

They opened the door revealing… Sans.

* I think mom asked you to bring out the trash, better bring the Smiley Trash Bag with you

Frisk internally rolled their eyes at Chara as they greeted Sans.

"Hello Sans, and that wasn't even a pun" Sans shrugged and walked inside.

Toriel walked out of the hallway at that time as well, when she saw Sans her smile got a bit bigger, she walked over to him and Frisk.

"Hello Sans, it has been awhile" Toriel hugged Sans, Sans hugged back before stepped away.

He shrugged "wasn't i here last night Tori?"

"It is still too long, I digress, what are you doing here?" She looked around for Papyrus.

Again, Sans shrugged "kid was feelin pretty bonley so thought I'd keep em company" Toriel snickered and nodded.

"Well you two better not bonedoogle around here, it could be boring" She, Frisk, and Sans all laughed for a bit before she turned away and went to the garden.

Sans turned to Frisk and stuffed his hands in his sweater "so what's up kid? sounded off on the phone" He sure was quick.

Frisk shook their head, sort of regretting it after as they felt a little dizzy "Nothings wrong, wanna go out? I know I place" Frisk smiled and extended a hand, Chara scoffed in their mind.

"heh, askin me on a date are ya?" Frisk shook their head again "Nope, you treat me, why can't I treat you?" Sans shrugged.

"a'right, free foods food, where to, guessing I know a shortcut?" Frisk smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"The restaurant down the road, the red one" Sans turned to where the building would be through the wall, he grabbed their hand and they were gone.

They appeared on a sidewalk next to the restaurant, by an alley.

"huh, whoops I guess, was a bit off, I am bone tired after all" Frisk smiled at the pun attempt and started to walk down the sidewalk towards the front door. They were probably by the places garbage alley.

As they were walking, Sans ahead of Frisk. Sans put an arm out stopping them from going farther.

As they were about to speak Sans put a finger over his teeth telling them to stay quiet.

Even though they were confused they nodded and followed Sans as he sneaked to a corner and peered around. Frisk, being taller than Sans, did the same.

Behind the corner was an alley, a person was walking inside of it humming a tune. Frisk leaned further into the alley to get a look at the person, knowing they were probably visible to the person if they saw them.

They were… taking out trash, throwing one in at a time. Seeing as this was a food place it was most likely food scraps and other things of the sorts.

The person turned around and stopped when they saw them, wait, was that, oh god he saw them! Frisk quickly ducked past the corner as did Sans.

"I ain't dealing with that! Creepy murder person stalker…" They faintly heard the person say as they ran to what was most likely the back door.

Frisk turned to Sans "I think he saw me…" Frisk said… quite loudly.

"'he'?" Sans asked a lot quieter than Frisk.

The Human turned back around the corner to check. No one was there, good.

Frisk turned back and cleared their throat "I think that's our neighbor… 'Albino'…" They really didn't like calling him that, it felt wrong and they felt back doing it. They really wanted to know his name.

"Albino…" Sans deadpanned.

Frisk nodded and shrugged confused in their own right "Yeah… I don't um… know his name? But I recognize the white hair!" They smiled proudly remembering at least that.

"white hair? oh, read up on that, Albinism it's called I think, must have a hell of a personality cause with how your talkin thought he was a blanc slate" Frisk raised an eyebrow, why would he say it like that…?

Frisk shrugged the pun off "Um… maybe we should skip the food, mind going to Undyne's and Alphys's? They said they had some new anime we all would like and I am curious" They extended their hand to Sans again.

Sans looked from them to their hand, relatively small given their height. He chuckled to himself and took their hand.

"cheap transport away" they were gone after that, to the reptile couples home.

In the end, Frisk never understood the pun.