One-Shots

Undertale: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

A/N: Hello! So yeah...Undertale. 'S a good game...
...3, 2, 1,...
I LOVE IT SO MUCH, LIKE AN UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT! That being said, I've never written any of these characters before, so...
I chose to write it this way because it's the way the game's text plays out. It's different from my normal style, so it's probably a little awkward :P
Media: I stayed true to the characters and wrote them in their font. Well, sadly, Sans is Chalkboard SM because I don't have Comic Sans MS. But, it looks more like them that way.
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The blizzard comes out of nowhere.
"Yo! What's that?" You frown, looking where monster kid is. "It's big!"
"Kid, get inside!" Sans gestures from the doorway of his home. You nod, shivering, glancing back to make sure the little monster got home safely. You slam the door behind you, shaking slightly.
"HUMAN, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" You smile reassuringly.
"They're fine, Paps! I guess you could say we're just...Snowdin!"
"SANS!" He glares angrily at his brother, and at you, laughing in the corner. Suddenly, a flash of white streaks by your feet. A(nnoying)...dog is poking around near Sans's room.
"HEY, STOP THAT!" Papyrus runs to 'control the situation' which it turns out just means tripping on the stairs.
"So, kid. Whatcha wanna do?" You shrug, thinking. You walk over to the window and look out. "Buddy, I don't think you can see anything through that snow. There's an absolute skele-ton of it!" A muffled
"SANS!" can be heard from the hallway. You shake your head, pointing outside. Sans follows your finger.
"Oh, the tree! You know the tradition. In fact, I think the townsfolk were supposed to be celebrating tonight. Storm put a bit of a damper on the plans, though." You open your mouth to reply, but shut it as a loud crash comes from upstairs. "That didn't sound good. I'm going to go help Papyrus. Stay here, okay?" He walks into the kitchen, calling back. "I know a shortcut."

"WELL, THAT WAS RATHER EVENTFUL." Papyrus mops his skull and sits down. The dog is, for the moment, dozing on the couch.
"So, what were you gonna say earlier?" Sans turns to you. You don't know what time of year it really is, but you decide to say your idea anyway. You seem to light up as you explain a human winter tradition similar to the Underground's.
"CHRISTMAS, EH? OH, I REMBER UNDYNE TELLING ME SOMETHING ABOUT THAT. SO, HUMAN, YOU WISH TO CELEBRATE THIS 'CHRISTMAS' WITH US?" You nod enthusiastically. "WELL THEN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL PREPARE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI  FOR AN AMAZING FEAST!" You gulp slightly and give Papyrus a small thumbs up. "EXCELLENT! ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE, HUMAN! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!" He runs towards the kitchen. Sans turned to look at you.
"So, what else do humans do for Christmas?" You think about all the years you've spent above ground, celebrating. You tell him about mistletoe and stockings, carols and candy canes. Sans is smiling.
"Well, that sounds like a pretty great holiday, kid. A lot like ours. I guess the humans didn't screw everything up." You smile at Sans.
"I HAVE FINISHED MY CREATION! SANS! HUMAN! PREPARE YOURSELVES!
"Sounds like the spaghetti is a-redi!" Sans winks at you and gets up. "Let's go, kid!"
Much later, the spaghetti has been eaten (or frozen/burned, or dropped on an extremely unappreciative plant), and you're watching TV with the skeleton bros. Smiling slightly, you close your eyes and start to nod off.
"Sweet dreams, buddy."
"Merry Christmas, human."
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