When Lightning Strikes

Chapter One

 There was a certain kind of peace that you could feel in your soul when you watched the snow drift from the sky down into the city. The sun was still low in the sky, casting a golden light across the linoleum floor into the kitchen, barely reaching the cabinet under the T.V. The window was still shut tight, not that it helped keep the cold out anyways.

You blinked slowly from your spot in between Papyrus and the arm of the couch, carefully bundled up under one of the softer blankets, listening to the little space heater hum as it worked at its max to try and heat up the apartment. The controller was cold in your hands but you didn't care that much right now, you were too focused on the game, trying to beat this level and you...

just...

couldn't...

get...

"damnit spyro!" you angrily whispered at the dragon you were controlling, glaring at him as he fell off the edge of the map again. Two bony arms startled you as they curled around you, Papyrus curling around you as you fumed at the game.

"snow use getting so fired up, sweetheart." Paps lazily drawled out, nuzzling into your shoulder, "why don't you take a break, come back to it later?"

You grumbled.

You didn't really wanna.

"'sa good mornin' to be bakin'.

You grumbled a bit more, pouting, and followed him into the kitchen when he stood up, throwing on his hoodie that had been left on the other side of the couch from last night.

About half an hour later, magic buzzed with a specific kind of agitation that you always associated with Sans whenever he teleported in a blue kind of mood. Looking over your shoulder from where you sat on the counter, you greeted Sans after he came through the front door, making a mental note to pick up something to keep it from squeaking so loudly.