I began sifting through the kitchen, looking for something to eat. I can survive on Grillby's, alone... Or can I? Nah, I should have a backup plan, in case it closes. I crawled up the counter, digging through the cabinets. Gaster tends to hide energy bars (hell if I know where he gets them) in strange places.

"Why is there nothing?" I spoke through grit teeth, my feet sliding from under me.

I braced for impact, but nothing happened. I cracked my eyes open, my body surrounded by that unknown color of magic that set me down on my feet. Gaster stood at the entryway, arms folded over his chest.

"Thanks." I laughed, stretching my arms. The cabinet came down with my arms.

{Why?} The tall skeleton held his face in his hand, looking at me with some sort of "I regret my decision" look.

"Um..." I looked behind me, the plywood structure resting against the countertop, a door or two fallen onto the floor, "Sorry?"

He just held his hand up, fixing the mess I had made.

{Your magic is powerful.} He spoke slowly, knowing I don't quite understand him when he goes on a full-on rant, {Please use it responsibly.}

"Yeah, I kinda figured it was irrationally strong." I gave him a hesitant laugh, hiding my hands in my pocket, "Hey, Gast, have you ever... accidentally made something live with your magic?"

He watched me wide-eyed, taking a mental note of what I said, {Determination.} That was the one word he spoke before leaving, thinking I hadn't heard him.

My eyes wandered around the kitchen, my mind racing against the thought, "The hell's that supposed to mean?" I rushed after him. I heard no door close... but I checked the whole house.

Nowhere. It's almost like he just vanished.

"Shit." I spoke in as quiet of a tone as I could muster, "Where the hell did you go?"

"Sans?" Papyrus stepped out of his bedroom, "What're you doing up?"

"Hey, Pap." I laughed, sheepishly rubbing the back of my head, "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I've been u-" He stopped, the sound of something being destroyed catching us both off guard.

I broke out into a cold sweat, knowing who's at fault for this mistake, "God, please make it stop." I spoke in a hushed voice, hoping the skeleton didn't hear me.

"What was-"

"Probably nothing!" My words left my mouth faster than I realized as he gave me a suspicious look, "It's fine! Really, it is! Just go back to bed!" Before you kick me out of the house.

"Sans?" He proceeded to watch me, "Are you... hiding something?"

"Nope!"

"Sans."

"Not at all!"

He took a few steps forward before I got in his way.

"What're you doing, bro?" I laughed again, shoving my hands in my pockets, "It's still dark out. Go get some more rest."

"Sans, come on." He tried to push past me, "What if it's an animal?"

"Then we're being robbed," I gave him a hesitant chuckle, "and I don't think anyone's dumb enough to do that with everyone home." I proceeded to watch him watch me, "Come on, get some rest. Your bro, Sans' got this." I held a confident pose.

He let out a slow sigh, "Alright. I'll see you again in the morning." He turned around, waving goodbye to me before returning to his room.

"Sweet dreams." I waved back at him, waiting for the door to shut.

Once it was closed, I bolted toward the main room. What did I break this time? T.V. was good. The couch was left in one piece, though I'm convinced there's no structure inside that thing. All the tables were standing upright.

Next was the kitchen, and that is when I found our problem.

A small, white dog stood on the countertop, having knocked down an assortment of items in its search for something.

"Please tell me I didn't create you." I sighed, stroking the canine's fur. It immediately rolled onto its back, exposing its stomach to me.

I laughed, picking the animal up and setting it on the ground.

I watched my hand, using all my focus to create a bone. It worked, one of the few times this accursed magic has actually participated with me.

The dog was easily excited by my creation, moving from side-to-side with energy surging through its body.

"Alright there, Bucko. Calm down." I chuckled, crouching down to hand the bone to the little monster.

Once the bone was in its mouth, I picked up the creature and escorted it to the front door.

"I'm sorry you have to leave like this." I sighed, setting it down on the front porch. It just lied there, gnawing at its bone as if the cold didn't matter, "Take care there, Bud." I pat its head before closing the door behind me.

I slid down to the floor, my back against the door as I watched the blue that surrounded my hand.

"How much longer until I get this under control." I laughed, face later losing its color as the TV flew into the ceiling, "Whelp... I'm boned."

Let's just say Gaster wasn't amused by this screwup, upon return.