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The frost dusted town of Snowdin was quiet as night settled in, families gathered indoors for dinner and television. A two story house at the edge of the little village was home to unusual inhabitants, two skeleton brothers, a small white dog, and somewhat recently, a human named Frisk. Inside, the odd family had settled in the livingroom, sharing the cramped couch, watching tv. A very narcissistic robot was hosting a quiz show, also forcing the contestants through an obstacle course. While the skeletons and human laughed at the insanity unfolding on the show, the dog was sneaking stolen bones from one bedroom to a little nook under the kitchen sink.
The bipedal trio were happily piled on the couch, one skeleton on either end and a human laying over their legs, head in one's lap and feet in the other's. Frisk, the only one of the three with flesh and blood, shivered ever so slightly. The past few days she had felt progressively worse and worse, body aches, overwhelming exhaustion, and now she was concerned she was getting a fever. Attempting to stifle a yawn but failing spectacularly, Frisk announced to no one in particular, "I think I'm getting the flu." The words had barely left her mouth when the skeleton holding her feet sprung up, nearly ejecting her from the sofa, "FEAR NOT, HUMAN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL HEAL YOU WITH MY INCREDIBLE COOKING SKILLS! HOT NOODLE SOUP COMING RIGHT UP!" He cried and bounded into the kitchen. Frisk giggled and flopped back into the lap of the other skeleton. He chuckled, "ain't my bro just the greatest?" Frisk nodded, grinning. Until, that is, she was scooped up in her friend's arms and being hoisted off the couch. She opened her mouth to object but was cut off, "you need to get some rest. i'll bring ya a bowl of soup when it's ready." She was carried to her room and carefully placed on her bed, "Thank you, Sans, but you really didn't have to carry me." she smiled. Sans shrugged, "i'm not cooking for ya, take the nice gesture while you got it. we both know i'm to lazy to do that again." They both laughed and he pulled her blanket up for her. "get some rest, kiddo. i'll be back with food in a bit." And he left the room. With a sigh, Frisk relaxed into her fluffy pillows. She was a lot more tired than she realized. Only moments after her head hit her pillow, she was sound asleep.
The human found herself conscious of the fact that she was dreaming but entirely unperturbed by it. Surrounded by darkness, she tried to get her bearings, was she sitting? Standing? Floating?... Standing. She took a tentative step forward, it felt like soft grass under her feet. The darkness did not let up, nor did her eyes adjust after several minutes of blinking and squinting. Giving up her attempt at reclaiming sight, Frisk dropped to the ground to sit cross legged. Carefully running her hands over the floor beneath her she realized she was sitting in a field of flowers. Better flowers than thorns, She thought to herself with shrug. After a few more moments a thought occured to her, if this was a dream then why not just dream up some light? No sooner did this cross her mind did a soft spotlight appear on her, illuminating very little, but enough so she could see her immediate surroundings.
She was sitting in a field of golden flowers. Her skin suddenly felt as though hundreds of hot ants were crawling all over. With a deep breath she forced herself calm and went about collecting the nicest looking flowers around her to make a flower crown. No matter how old she got she always enjoyed making these. In no time she had a very good start on a simple crown, humming quietly to herself. However, she had been increasingly aware of the pestering fear she was being watched. For a some time she denied herself the option of glancing around to see if anyone was there. Her minuscule amount of light would not shed sight on the culprit. But as time went on she felt as if the presence had drawn near, as though it was standing behind her, watching over her shoulder. Eventually she reached a boiling point, she set the crown down to turn and shout at whomever was spying on her when she heard her name called from a distance. It was distorted, like she was under water, but then it came in clear. She snapped awake, Sans standing in her doorway with a steaming bowl of soup and a glass of ice water. Frisk couldn't have had a more honest smile at the sight of her friend.