Ashley Road had a multitude of houses. Each of them home to their own respective families. Some were home to your average human couple, parents and their kids. A few houses had some monster families, but not many. A few even had a mix.

But the 56th house on that road was home to a family of five. Two parent skeletons, two kids, and a rather peculiar dog.

The outside was your typical average house. Faded red brick walls, dark tiled roof, nice wooden door, a grassy garden. From the outside, it looked like it would belong to any normal family. Not a family of full and half criminals.

Inside, splayed out across one of the large pastel coloured sofas, were two skeletons.

One was dark boned, his eyes mismatched with blue streaks running down his cheeks, looking a bit like tears. His body was constantly glitching out, and ERROR sighs forever fizzed around him.

The other one was a white boned skeleton, their eyes also mismatched. A small permanent ink stain was splashed on his cheek, only adding to the multiple random splatters of paint that covered his mostly brown clothes. His long gradiented beige scarf was flung out carelessly behind him, its end draping off the back of the sofa.

On the sofa opposite them, asleep, lay their second eldest child. He too was black boned, having blue marking slightly similar to Error on his cheeks. His hood was up, covering the majority of his face, and a laptop as resting in between his limp arms. He'd fallen asleep while working on something, and the parents thought it was best to let him rest.

Curled up, in the corner or the room, buy one of the heated radiators. Was a giant dog. It was at least the size of a greyhound, and if it stood up, it would be several foot taller than the tallest skeleton in the household. It's fur used to be matted and covered in clumps of blood, but excessive brushing and baths combined with lots trims and grooming, the fur was now silky. You could now easily run your hands through the fur without your fingers getting caught on a clumped mess.

Splayed out on top of said dog, was a smol child, three years of age. She was hugging the dog happily, giggling as she nuzzled and poked him. The majority of her bones were white. But the left half of her body was covered with patchy black parts, along with a few glitches. The words ERROR and CREATE fizzed around her softly.

There used to be another child in their family. But he left two years ago to go live with his boyfriend. Last they heard, he could be pregnant. So that was news.

The young three year old had been named Rainbow. Or Bow, as they frequently called her for short. She let out a soft hum, sliding off of Fluffy's back and onto the nest of blankets around him before wobbly getting to her feet and skipping over to her parents.

They were both half sleep, their eyes shut as they nuzzled each other softly.

"Muuuummmm! Daaaaaddddd!" She whined, tugging at Error's arm, which was hanging slightly off of the sofa.

"Mmm...?" Error let out a sleepy hum, opening one of his eyes a crack. "Oh, heya Bow."

She whined, lifting her arms up. "Up!"

Error snickered, reaching down to pick her up. "You wanna join us up here?"

She nodded, giggling happily as Error placed her on his lap. "Yay!" The small child then proceeded to poke Ink in the face, wanting him to wake up.

The artistic skeleton let out a sleepy groan of disapproval, burying his face into Error's arm. "Whaaaatttt?"

Rainbow smiled widely, jumping off of Error's lap and onto Ink's, looking up at him. "I'm hungry!"

Ink groaned again, patting her on the head. "Well how about Error gets you some food for once?"

"But Inkkkyyyyy...I'm comfffyyyyyy..."

"I don't care. Now go."

The glitched skeleton groaned loudly, forcing himself to his feet before trudging over to the kitchen. "You all bully me..."

Ink hummed in agreement, smirking slightly as he watched his lover disappear into the kitchen.

Error had given up his criminal life long ago, and for the last six years, had been living a laid back life in their household, unbothered by anything.

Three years ago, Ink quit his job as chief of the Craitown Prison, deciding to effectively retire. It was a tough decision, but he knew it would be safer for his whole family if he did that. He didn't want a repeat of what happened eight years ago. Officers would still occasionally pop by to see how he was doing. But otherwise, the family was mainly left alone.

Ink blinked, looking over at the kitchen door as Error walked back in with a bowl of what he could only assume were Cheerios.

Sounds odd, but Rainbows current thing in the whole wide world to eat was Cheerios. So as soon as she saw Error walk back in with the bowl, she let out a squeal, jumping up and down on Ink's lap.

Error laughed, flicking Gradient in the head as he walked past before sitting back down on the sofa next to Ink and passing the Cheerios to Rainbow, who immediately began to dig in.

Gradient, who was still on the other side of the room, let out a sleepy groan as he glanced over at his parents and little sister, humming. "Oh...morning."

"It's three in the afternoon, Gray." Ink said, snickering.

"Mmm...close enough..." He mumbled, flinging an arm over his face dramatically.

The three of them laughed softly, before glancing over at the corner of the room where Fluffy, their gigantic demon dog, was waking up.

He let out a loud yawn, showing off his sharp teeth as he stretched his paws out in front of him. The giant dog stood, glancing across the room lazily before his gaze rested on the three skeletons sat together on the sofa.

Rainbow, who had already finished her Cheerios, placed her bowl to the side before patting the spot next to her invitingly.

Surprisingly enough, Rainbow wasn't scared of Fluffy. She adored him, and would frequently take naps on top of him, just like earlier.

Fluffy padded over before jumping up onto Ink and Error's lap, crushing the life out of them as he got comfy, simply resting his head on Rainbow's shoulder as he panted happily and licked her.

Rainbow giggled, hugging him. "Good doggy!"

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"Cross they're still following me--"

Cross groaned softly, sitting up more on the sofa to see his husband walking around in circles as their pet geese waddled after him. "Well what did you do to make them follow you?"

"I literally just fed them some lettuce!" Nightmare hissed, trying to push away Croissant with his tentacles, only to have them viciously pecked in response.

Cross snickered, watching as Baguette -who still had some lettuce in her mouth- gave up, waddling over to the corner of the living room where what once used to be one of the spare room blankets had been ripped to shreds to make a soft, cushioned nest.

In that nest, three fluffy heads popped up, letting out high pitched, weak honks of hunger.

Recently, Baguette had had become pregnant -thanks to Croissant- and had provided the Crossmare family with three young goslings.

They were still only a few weeks old, so had little, plush yellow feathers, along with cute little webbed feet and beaks.

Seeing as Nightmare had named Croissant and Baguette, Cross got to name the three baby goslings.

The only female gosling, he has named Pretzel. She was quite adventurous and frequently wandered out of the safety of the nest -despite her mother's warnings- and explored. Nightmare and Cross were both forever searching for her as Croissant and Baguette screeched in distress, wanting to find their child.

The second gosling, a shyer male, Cross had called Pastry Puff. This smol gosling was indeed a lot calmer than his sister, but had been known to wander a few meters out of the nest, only to wimp out and run back in right after.

And the third one, despite of the unlikeliness of it happening, was a runt. He was significantly smaller than his siblings, and would constantly get pushed down by them. He was always the last out of the nest, the last in the nest, the last to get to snuggle up to his parents, and the last to get fed. As soon as Cross had seen the smol gosling, he immediately decided that he'd protect it with all his life, ignoring how Nightmare had told him to just let nature take its course. Thus, he named the gosling, Bubbles.

So that was them.

Nightmare let out a sigh of relief as Croissant finally stopped walking round in circles after him, and waddled dizzily over to his goose waifu and kids, honking happily.

Cross flopped back down on the sofa, running his hands across the soft feathers of the thing that was happily sat in his lap.

Queenie.

Queenie, was a peacock. A female one. Named after her common habit of bossing the whole household around to do what she wanted them to do. On Christmas night -which was only a few days ago actually- Nightmare had gone out to feed the creeper vine's mother plant. While he was feeding them, he could hear loud screeching coming from nearby. Upon investing, he found the smol peacock being chased by the creeper vines, screeching her head off.

Not knowing why, Nightmare decided to save her, and give her to Cross as a bonus Christmas present. Immediately the smol skeleton grew quickly obsessed with the fluffy peacock, and would fuss over her 24/7.

Unlike Croissant and Baguette, Queenie loved beeing pet. She'd often settle herself on Cross' lap before inspecting his hands to check they were clean enough before she'd let him pet and stroke her.

The only problem was; Queenie hated Nightmare. And Nightmare hated Queenie.

At the moment, anything Nightmare ever said about Queenie, were death threats. And the only thing Queenie would do to Nightmare, was attack him. But they still kept her, only because Cross would have had a meltdown if Nightmare kicked her out.

Cross hummed as Nightmare sat down next to him and death glared Queenie, who was currently flopped over on her side, quacking softly as Cross ran his fingers through her soft feathers.

Nightmare grunted, suddenly plucking the peacock off of Cross' lap before dropping her on the floor.

Queenie let out a loud trill of protest, glaring up at Nightmare, who simply smirked widely in response.

He then proceeded to pick up Cross, and pulled him onto his lap, now glaring at Queenie. "Mine."

Cross let out a flustered squeak, looking up at him. "Y-Yours?"

"Yes. That horrible thing is trying to steal you from me."

"...She's a peacock, Nighty."

"And?!"

Cross rolled his eyes, simply letting Nightmare have his way as he snuggled up to his chest, purring as he wrapped his arms loosely around him. "I love you, Nighty."

Nightmare chuckled, kissing his neck softly. "I love you too, Crossy~"

He blushed softly, stretching as he yawned. "Mmm...where are the kids...?"

"If my hearing is correct, which it probably is, they're about to come running down the stairs like the whole place is on fire." Was his simple response.

"H-Huh--"

No sooner than he'd said that, the sound of scrambling feet running down the stairs rang out, making the smaller jolt.

The living room door burst open and all of their seven kids came stumbling into the room.

Yes, seven kids.

Four years ago, Cross relented, saying that they could have another child to make up for the loss of their last child thanks to X.

But when they went to check, they found out he was having twins. The two of them had opposite personalities, one of them having Nightmare's enough attitude, and the other having Cross' restored liveliness. They named them Agitate and Crest.

So now Cross is absolutely certain that they're not having any more.

Despite their oldest kid -Incubux- being twenty three years old, all of the kids were still living with their parents, not quite prepared to leave the luxury of the mansion.

"Why have you just barged in and ruined Crossy and my moment?" Nightmare asked, huffing as he buried his face in the crook of Cross' neck.

Incubux straightened himself, exhaling sharply as he eyed them up. "We saw a mouse--"

Nightmare blinked. "Are you-- Are you serious?"

Incubux laughed nervously, nodding his head. "Uh yeah...It uh, scared us."

"You got scared by a mouse?!"

"Yes! Don't judge us!"

"I'm judging you!"

Cross laughed, rolling his eyes as his family argued playfully. "You're all crazy children I swear."

Nightmare went silent, looking dead at Cross. "Cross. You call us crazy? You talk to the animals as if they understand you."

"Th-They can!" He cried, his face flushing slightly in embarrassment.

"Oh, yeah. Sure they can."

"I-I'll show you! Q-Queenie come over here!" He called, patting the space next to him.

Queenie glanced at him, her expression bored. She almost seemed to consider walking over before she quacked, strutting out of the room and into the library.

"Told you."

"Shhfdjkxhg--"

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In a nice little part of Craitown, surrounded by other nice houses, was the house belonging to Geno and Reaper.

The two of them were currently splayed out on their double bed, snuggled up together. They had previously gone for a walk in Craitown's lovely little park.

They had wandered around aimlessly, picking a few flowers to fill the vases on the bedroom windows and dining room table. They had also fed the park ducks some bird food, watching happily as they vacuumed all the seeds and small bits of bread.

Then they'd gone back home, eating some pre-cooked chicken that Geno had roasted earlier.

The two of them now lived alone. After the death of Raven, neither of them wanted to face the thought of having another child. They'd be far too tense, becoming those parents that never let their kid do something that had the slightest possibility of danger. And no kid should ever live like that.

Goth and Palette had moved out the other week after Palette finally earned enough money from his job he had got to buy an apartment room for them to share together.

Since then, Reaper quit his job as a cop so that he could spend all his time with his lover. A year ago, the couple had finally got officially married, resulting in the happiest day of their lives.

It was a small wedding, only a few people like Ink, Error, Horror, Lust, Dust, Blue and the kids being there to witness it. But that was the way they had wanted it. Just a small wedding where they didn't have I have loads of people to make it special. It was just how they wanted it.

The taller of the two, shifted slightly in the bed, wrapping his arms around his partner. "Geno... You still awake...?"

"...No..."

Reaper snickered, sitting up as he blinked sleepily, his vision blurry as he glanced around the room before letting his eyes rest on his resting partner.

Geno was half curled up, his eye lazily closed, the blanket pulled half over him. His signature scarf, which he'd had for as long as Reaper had known him, was still securely around his neck, the rest of it trailing over the pillow.

"Mmm...you good?"

Geno gave a small nod, purring weakly as Reaper wrapped his arms around his waist gently, pulling him into his chest.

As the years had gone by, Geno had finally grown out of his tsundere shell completely, now loving it when Reaper would hug or kiss him.

He would still let out the occasional squeak of protest of embarrassment when Reaper would suddenly pull him onto his lap suddenly, but that was only when they were in public.

"Hey Gen, do you want anything?" Reaper murmured, gently nuzzling his lover.

"Mmm...cuddles....and maybe a few kisses if you're lucky..."

The taller snickered, rolling his partner over so that he was facing him, kissing his nose lightly. "Oh you spoil me~"

"Mmhm." He wrapped his arms around the back of his husband's neck, humming as he snuggled up to him.

Reaper rubbed his back softly, smirking as he peppered Geno's face in kisses, making him giggle and blush.

He eventually finished by kissing Geno on the 'lips', humming happily. "I love you, Geno~"

Geno smiled, kissing him quickly in return. "I love you too, Reaper~"

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"Can I eat it now?"

"Dust, you'd be eating a bowl of flour, sugar and milk."

"But it already looks so goooooddddd...." The tall, mismatched eyed skeleton groaned, looking down at his small, energetic partner.

Blue, who was currently wearing an Apron with the words 'Cutest Cook', huffed up at him as he cracked two eggs into a bowl and began to whisk them. "We still need to add the eggs, chocolate powder, etc."

"Well then hurry uuuupppppp..." Dust whined, pointlessly stirring at the already smooth-ish mixture inside.

Blue rolled his eyes, smiling at his husbands childishness as he poured the now mixed eggs into the mixture, making Dust jump in happiness and immediately start mixing that in.

Dust hummed, glancing over at the big packet of 'luxury chocolate powder, specified for the best of cakes' that was currently stood abandoned on the kitchen counter.

"Now remember Dust..." The small skeleton said, looking sternly at him as he grabbed the packet and opened it up. "We're not using all of the packet. The recipe says we only need about half of it."

Dust whined, shaking his head. "But I want it extra chocolate flavoured!"

"You'll ruin the cake."

"No I wooonnn'ttttt..." Dust huffed as he snatched the packet from his lover, snickering at his yelped protest.

"D-Dust don't you dare!!"

"Calm down Bluey, I'm not going to overdo it. Maybe." He gripped open the packet, humming as he began to tip the chocolate powder into the bowl.

Blue watched, his eyes fixated on the weighing scale beneath the bowl of mixture. "Stop it at the next hundred."

Dust smirked widely, watching as the small needle on the weighing scale slowly passed over the closest hundred.

"Dust-- Dust stop!"

Dust glanced at Blue, not stopping. "Hm?"

Blue let out a screech of frustration before tackling the chocolate powder bag out of his husband's grip. "You've overdone it!"

"Naaahhhhh. It's fine." Dust said cheerfully, stabbing at the mixture with a big wooden spoon before starting to stir it all together.

Blue sighed wearily, leaning against him. "You'd think you're six...not thirty eight."

"Can we lick the bowl when we're done?"

"... If you behave."

"Okay! It's done!"

Blue blinked, looking at the mixture to see that it was very much...mixed. "Right then, lets get it into the tray."

Dust nodded, humming as he waited, watching his small partner as he pulled out a baking tray from one of their many cupboards.

"Right then, pour it in."

Dust did so immediately, letting the brown goopy mixture slide out of the bowl and into the tray. "Done! Now can I lick the bowl?"

"Sure." Blue muttered, rolling his eyes. "Go crazy."

Dust smirked, immediately scraping around the bowl with his spoon before licking it off.

Blue hummed, placing the tray in the oven. "That should take about half an hour. Now put that in the sink, and give me cuddles in the living room."

The taller snorted in amusement, placing the already licked clean bowl. "Alright then~"

Before Blue could squeak a protest, Dust scooped him into his arms, humming as he marched into the living room with him.

Currently in their, their youngest child,  Fury, was curled up on one of the sofas, half awake as he watched the TV.

"Heya Fury." Dust called, plopping himself down next to the small child as he hugged Blue to his chest. "Where's Sprinkle?"

"Upstairs with his boyfriend." He muttered, rolling his eyes as he changed the channel again.

Dust snickered, patting his son on the head. "Oh don't you worry, you'll get a girl or boy to fall in love with soon enough."

"Oh yay."

Blue snickered, kissing Fury on the skull quickly. "So, as you probably heard, your father and I have been making chocolate cake. Would you like some when it's done?"

Fury nodded quickly, his eyes turning into stars. "Yes! Chocolate cake is my favourite! H-Have you left the bowl for me to lick?!"

Dust laughed, patting him on the head. "Nah, I licked up the bowl."

"B-But you're an adult! Adults don't do childish stuff life that!"

"I think you'll find they do." Dust hummed.

"Do not!"

At that point, the sudden ding of the oven timer reaching half an hour rang out, making them all jump.

"That didn't seem like half an hour..." Blue muttered, watching as his husband and child suddenly sprung to their feet, speeding like sonic to the kitchen.

"ThE cAkE--"

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"Good Lord, you must have found something you like the look of by now..." Horror groaned, trudging along after his slim lover as he skipped down yet another clothes aisle in yet another clothes shop.

"None of them have what I waaaannnttttt..." Lust whined, his purple heart-shaped pupils darting back to look at his husband.

"C'mon Lust, this is the third clothes shop we've gone through. And the only thing you've liked is a scarf which you then didn't buy because of the price." He huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Well there's no point in wasting that much money on clothes. I thought you'd be proud of me for that decision."

"Oh yeah, I'm sooooo proud."

"Yay!" Lust giggled before something caught his eye and he gasped, running over to another clothes rack.

Horror sighed, running along after him. "You shouldn't have this much energy at six months!"

Lust grinned widely at him, patting his non-existent stomach. "Running is good for the baby...maybe."

Horror snorted, rolling his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, resting his head on his shoulder fondly. "Whatever. So, what have you seen that you like?"

Lust pointed at something, showing Horror the dark cropped top hanging on one of the racks.

It looked similar to his current one, but slightly fluffy, as if some odd sort of odd fur had been sewn into it.

"You like that?"

"Yeah. It'll keep me warm in this cold weather with its fluffy-furriness."

"Yeah, but how much is it....?" He asked, internally preparing for a sum of over 100.

"Uh..." Lust took it from the rack, turning over the label. "£30.00."

He let out a sigh of relief, smirking. "I think we might be able to afford that."

"Yay!" Lust quickly folded up the top before placing it in their shopping bag -which Horror was holding- with a happy giggle.

The taller smirked, leaning forwards to kiss his lover on the cheek quickly. "You're so cute~"

"And you're so handsome~"

Horror smirked, going to say something else before Lust suddenly let out a high pitched squeal and ran over to something else.

"Look at this one Horror! Look!"

"This day will never end..." He groaned, trudging along yet again after his over-energised lover. "Are you sure you didn't put like, fifty sugar lumps in your coffee this morning?"

"Nope! Only seven." He replied, his eyes turning into stars as he pulled something from its hanger. "I want this. No matter what the price!"

Horror winced, looking at what he'd found that he was so obsessed over.

It was a hoodie. The type of hoodie that has a zip down it, like his favourite one. It seemed quite thick and made of cotton on the inside, but some sort leather on the outside. Around the hood, it was trimmed with thick, fluffy fur.

"You and I both know that's gonna be expensive." Horror muttered, inhaling sharply as Lust located the price tag and turned it round so that he could see it.

"..."

"...?"

"..."

"...So...what's the price...?"

"Uh... £115.00."

"What?!"

"But it's fine!" He giggled cunningly. "It's on a fifty percent off sale!"

Horror let out a large breath of air. Relieved. "So what? Sixty-something quid?"

"Mmhm!" He hummed, looking up at Horror hopefully.

"Ugghhh...Fine. But only if you promise that this is the last thing we'll buy."

"I promise!"

"Good." He huffed, stuffing the coat into their shopping bag. "Now lets go pay."

"Remember when paying for clothes wasn't anything we even ever considered doing? We'd always just steal."

Horror snorted, nodding. "Yeah, all those years ago."

Lust hummed, glancing around before something suddenly caught his attention.

"So after this we can go home. Desire will be back from Blue and Dust's place soon...." He trailed off, noticing that Lust wasn't there anymore. "...Lust?"

Lust giggled, having run over to another clothes rack. "Horror look at that one!"

"Oh for ffff--"

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"Oh, I'm not going out on that."

"But 'tis the season to be jolly!"

"Killer, Christmas ended like a week ago."

"AnD?"

The smol golden eyed skeleton huffed, stuffing his gloved hands under the armpits of his thick coat. "It's freezing."

His lover, Killer, laughed, backing up into the ice rink he was currently stood on, gracefully giving a little twirl. "C'mon! It's easy! And fun!"

"Easy for you." He muttered, eyeing the ice rink that started a few centimetres away from where he was stood. "And it's all fun until you slip and fall before break your ankle or neck."

"You're really ruining the romantic mood, you know?"

He hissed softly, poking at the ice with his skates -which were rubbing uncomfortably at his feet- "I hate you."

"I love you too, Dreamy~"

He huffed, but blinked in surprise, looking down as something tugged at the thick black scarf he had wrapped around his neck. "Huh?"

"D-Do you really hate Daddy?"

He blinked rapidly, looking down at their five year old daughter. Hazel. "...No."

"Th-Then why d-did you say you hated him?" She asked, her one open eye looking up at him worriedly. Her other eye has been forever permanently closed.

"I--"

Killer, seeing the mess Dream had got himself into, suddenly gripped onto his lover's arm and pulled him out onto the ice rink with him.

Dream yelped, immediately grabbing onto him as his skates slipped on the ice. "K-Killer!"

Killer swept Dream into his arms, keeping him steady as he dipped him softly, holding him to his chest. "Caught you~"

Dream's cheeks flushed a dark yellow and he squeaked, squirming weakly i his arms.

Killer glanced at Hazel, who was still watching, an expression of curiosity on her face. He smirked, leaning down to kiss Dream softly.

Dream squeaked loudly, his blush darkening massively. After a few seconds, he did start kissing back, wrapping his arms around the back of Killer's neck.

After a bit, Killer pulled back, smirking down at him before he looked over at Hazel. "See? He loves me."

Hazel smiled happily, clapping. "Good!" She then hopped onto the ice rink, skating effortlessly across the flat ice as if it was incredibly easy.

Dream huffed, gripping onto Killer tightly as he shifted slightly. "How does she do that so effortlessly?"

Killer smirked, kissing his cheek as he started to skate backwards slightly, taking Dream with him. "It's easy."

The smaller yelped, gripping onto Killer tighter then ever before. "D-Don't you dare let go of me!"

Killer laughed, nuzzling him affectionately. "Hazel and I are naturals at it. You're so good at everything else in life that surely this should just be child's play to you."

"Sh-Shut up I've never done this before."

He chuckled softly, holding onto Dream's gloved hands as he gently skated across the rink, pulling him along with him. "See? Easy."

Dream wobbled, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried not to slip up and make a fool out of himself by falling flat on his face or back.

"Yay you're doing it!" Hazel called, doing a little spin on the ice before skating over to them, giggling happily as she took hold of Dream's hand, also helping.

"This is embarrassing..." Dream mumbled, huffing.

"It's family bonding, honey."

"Don't call me that."

"Babe?"

"No."

"Sweetheart?"

"Stop."

"Sunshine?"

"I'll kill you--"

Killer snorted, kissing his burning cheek affectionately. "I'm just teasing you, Dreamy~"

"Well stoooopppp..." He whined, burying his face into Killer's shoulder.

"Awww I'm sorry Dreamy~" He whispered, kissing his cheek affectionately. "You're just so cute when you're winded up~"

"Nnnngggghhhh..."

"That was an interesting sound."

"Mmhm..."

"H-Hey guys look out!"

All three of them yelped, their feet slipping right out from under them as a little kid suddenly rammed into them, having slipped unexpectedly.

They all fell onto the ice in a pile, Killer at the bottom, Dream splayed out on him, and Hazel flopped on the very top.

"Well this turned out qu--"

"Don't talk. Just stop."

" :3 "

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"Could you possibly close the curtains? I'm pretty sure that I'm secretly a vampire, so all this country sunlight is killing me."

Sprinkle blinked rapidly, looking over at his partner; Desire, as he looked up innocently at him.

He was smirking slightly, pulling puppy dog eyes as he sat up slightly from his previous position of being flopped on the bed. "Don't look at me as I've just told you that the blue whale is the biggest animal on this planet."

"...I'm pretty sure they are the biggest animal on this planet, Desire."

"...Really?"

"Yup."

The black and red dressed skeleton blinked, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, I guess it is then."

Sprinkle snorted, pulling the curtains shut for him. "What did you even think it was?"

"Honestly...I don't know."

He let out a little giggle, skipping over to his partner happily as he flopped down onto the bed.

Desire chuckled, wrapping his arms around his waist before tugging him up onto his lap with a satisfied hum.

Sprinkle blushed, looking up at him longingly as he snuggled closer, his head resting on the taller's chest.

"You're cute~"

"Th-Thanks." He mumbled, quickly burying his face in his chest to cover up his steadily developing blush.

Desire snickered, kissing the top of his skull affectionately. "Mmm, inherited your mum's cuteness and innocence, but your dad's occasional sass and anger when you get triggered over something."

Sprinkle looked up at him, his wide eyes scanning across his face as he huffed. "Well you definitely inherited your mum's flirting, and confidence, and looks. Come to think about it, have you inherited anything from your dad?"

"Uh, I'm good with an Axe. And I've got his bravery and stubbornness."

He giggled, nodding. "I can see that."

"I hope that's a good thing."

Sprinkle nodded, pushing him down on his back before curling up on his chest. "Maybe it is."

"Mmm...I'm so lucky to have you..."

The smaller blushed, curling up more. "Stooooppppp...maybe I'm not yours."

"I'll cry if you like someone else."

"I like your sister."

"...She's not even born yet--"

"Mmhm."

"W-Wait-- You're confusing me--"

"Good."

Despite gripped onto Sprinkle, suddenly pulling him up so that he was looking into his eyes. "Who do you love?"

"My parents." He responded, giggling.

"No, like, who do you love love?"

"My brother."

"N-No-- I mean, who do you love in the way Dust loves Blue?"

"Oh!" He giggled, finding it fun to frustrate Desire.

"..."

He leaned down, kissing him quickly on his non-existence lips, smirking. "You of course~"

Desire exhaled loudly, seeming to deflate from relief. A bit like a balloon. "Well that's good to know."

Sprinkle smiled innocently before wriggling under the blankets with his lover, humming as he pressed up against his side happily.

"You good?"

"Mmm...a little cold..."

Immediately Desire pulled him into his chest, humming as he wrapped his arms around his partner, keeping him close to his chest as he tucked the blanket in around both of them. "Better?"

"Mmm...much better. Thanks."

Desire smiled proudly, loving the little purrs Sprinkle let out as he pet him softly. "I love you~"

"I love you more~"

"I don't think so~"

"I do~"

The two smirked at each other before freezing as a certain smell wafted under the door and up to them.

"D-Do you smell that?" Sprinkle asked, his eyes going wide.

"I do!" Desire said, springing up with his partner.

"ChOcOlAtE cAkE--"

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"Well?"

"Shut up you're making me nervous!"

"All you have to do is check real quick!"

"Fresh you're just making this seven times as tense!"

"Well sorry. But I'm excited!"

"So am I but shut up!" Jammy yelled from inside the bathroom, his expression nervous as he stared down at his hands.

"..."

He sighed shakily, holding a and put in front of his chest before summoning his soul, closing his eyes tightly for some reason as he did so.

"...Are you checking?"

"I swear to God, Fresh--"

"Alright, alright, sorry."

Pj winced, slowly opening his eyes to look down at his soul.

At first, nothing seemed odd about it. It was just how it's always been. But then, poking round the corner of his upside down heart-shaped soul, another little soul floated into view.

Pj let out a little scream of both happiness and surprise, jumping up and down.

Upon hearing his scream, Fresh immediately panicked, pushing on the bathroom door. It was locked. "Jammy?! A-Are you okay in there?!"

Suddenly a soft clicking sound rang out and the door swung open before Pj jumped out, flinging himself into Fresh's arms with a happy squeal.

Fresh yelped, gripping him to his chest in the bridal style position. "I-Is everything okay?!"

Pj nodded quickly, burying his face in Fresh's chest. "Everything is perfect..."

"Soooo...are you pregnant or not?"

"Mmm...one little soul..."

Fresh almost dropped him in surprise. "W-Wait really?!"

"Mmhm." Pj giggled, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Our little boy or girl."

"I want a boy." Fresh said, carrying Pj downstairs to their living room. "Boys are best."

"Nah, I want a girl." He mumbled, purring as Fresh stroked the top of his skull.

"Like Ink and Error?"

"Yeah, exactly like my parents. Rainbow is just so cute! And have you seen Killer and Dream's kid?!"

"Uh, yeah. Hazel isn't it?"

"She's so cute! All the girl kids are cutest!"

"You're literally dissing yourself." Fresh hummed, sitting down on the sofa with Pj in his lap.

"Oh well." He shrugged, glancing over at his phone, that was still left on their little coffee table by the sofa. "Hey... Speaking of my parents, shouldn't we call them and let them know the good news?"

Fresh laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh...I mean, Error will probably be happy for us. But uh...Inky might try to kill me."

Pj snorted, rolling his eyes. "I won't let him."

"Oh he'd easily kill me."

"Shh, I'll protect you." He whispered, smirking. "Don't you worry."

"I'm worrying."

"Wow." Pj rolled his eyes, reaching out to grab his phone from the coffee table. "Imma call them anyway."

"Oh lord I'm going to die."

"Oh hush now. And stop being so dramatic. They'll be happy for us."

"I hope so..." Fresh muttered, watching as Pj pressed down on Gradient's contact, starting to ring him.

"The parents never answer, so I'm calling Gray."

"...Why is your brother's contact name Mexico Boy...?"

"Ehehe...Long story--"

Fresh blinked rapidly, going to ask another question when the phone suddenly picked up, silencing him.

"Who is it?" Came the bored voice of Gradient from the other line.

"Your favourite sibling!" Pj cooed.

"That doesn't make any sense, Rainbow is sat next to me right now."

"Wow. Very funny." Pj muttered, rolling his eyes. "Anyways, can you pass the phone to one of the parents. Preferably Error."

A hum was the only response they got, but soon enough Error's slightly glitched voice rang out through the speakers. "Heya Pj, what's up?"

"Oh uh, I just wanted to tell you something. Something important."

"Oh okay. Well I'm all ready and prepared."

Fresh laughed weakly, burying his face into Pj's shoulder. "Lets hope so..."

"So basically..." Pj started.

"Yeah...?"

"Imkindapregnant--"

From the other side of the line, came the distant screech of what they could only assume was Ink.

"YOU'RE WHAT?!"

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"Hey, Palette! You ready?"

A groan came from the living room, and Goth peaked his head round the door to see his boyfriend dragging himself off their sofa.

"I'm cominngggg..." He muttered, dragging out the end of his words.

Goth snickered softly, walking into the room as he held out a hand for his lover. "Need some help getting up, sleepyhead?"

"Oh please." He yawned, grabbing onto his partner's hand before getting pulled up suddenly.

"Now c'mon. He'll be waiting for us. We're already late."

"I know, sorry." Palette grabbed onto his scarf, humming as he wrapped it lightly around his neck. "Heh, scarf buddies."

Goth smiled, leaning forwards to kiss him quickly. "Scarf buddies forever."

He blushed, nodding as he quickly grabbed some gloves for the two of them. It was after all, snowing out side.

"Wanna stop off anywhere? Or are we just gonna go straight there?"

Goth hummed, slipping on his gloves as he picked up the keys to their apartment room. "I think we'll just go straight there today. Like I said earlier, we're already late."

Palette nodded, sighing as he walked over to the front door. "Lets go then."

Goth hummed, unlocking the door quickly before stepping out into their floor's corridor. "Right then, off we go."

A few years ago, the two of them had managed to buy an apartment. Not one of the Elms block apartments like Horror and Lust have. It was a nicely sized room in a  small-ish apartment block just by Craitown's main square. Their window had a nice view down into said square, and often, when they had nothing to do, they'd just watch everything from the window. Not in a stalkerish creepy way. Just an innocent observation way.

The two of them hummed, walking hand in hand down the main stairway before entering the lobby. The receptionist here was extremely different to Horror and Lust's receptionist. For one, he was a boy. And two, he was a whole lot nicer. His name was Mick.

"Hey Goth!" He called, waving. "Off to see your brother?"

Goth nodded, smiling weakly at him. "Yeah, its that time of the week again."

Mick nodded, smiling. "Well, don't get too down. It's snowing after all! I can't go out there because I'm bound to this desk. So enjoy the snow for me!"

The two of them nodded, laughing. "We will Mick! Have a good day!"

The two of them walked out, smiling widely at the sight of the thick blanket of snow covering over the roads and pavement.

"Its so pretty..." Goth whispered, leaning against Palette lightly as he chuckled.

"But not as pretty as you~"

The smaller Blushed, looking up at him."Th-This is no time for flirting!"

"There's always time for flirting, Gothy~"

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he stepped out across the road, walking along to the other side.

Palette hopped after him, checking left and right for any cars as they went. "So how late are we?"

"A whole hour. But that's because you fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you."

He laughed apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry..."

"Its fine."

They intertwined fingers again as they walked, humming Christmas tunes softly.

Eventually, they came across their destination.

Craitown Graveyard.

The entrance gate let out a little metallic creak as they opened it, its rusty hinges squeaking slightly.

They both stepped through, sighing as they trudged up through the snow covered path to the only grave they ever visited here...

Raven's...

His body and ashes weren't buried here. They were still in the crumbled remains of X's lab. But they still had a gravestone for him.

Goth stood in front of it, sniffing slightly as he set down some new flowers to replace the dead ones. "Oh Raven...I miss you..."

Palette sighed, hugging him from behind. "I'm sure he'd be really proud of you if he could see how far you've come now..."

"Y-You really think so...?" Goth whispered, looking up at him with such a hopeful expression that Palette's heart nearly broke.

"No Goth...I know so..."

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"Remind me why we're doing this again."

"Because then we'll be rich."

"Okay, remind me why I'm still doing this."

"Because you love me~" The pink haired girl turned around, grinning mischievously at her partner. "Don't deny it~"

The white haired male groaned, leaning against the wall as he watched his girlfriend morph her arm into a long pink blade. "Yeah, yeah. I love you."

"I love you too~" She cooed sweetly as she stabbed the blade into the flat roof they were currently stood on, starting to carve a circle for them to drop down through.

What were they doing? Well, they were currently stood on top of Lilitown's museum, about to pull off a break in go steal some sort of crystal.

"What will this crystal even do for us?" Chara huffed, shivering from the cold.

"Well." She rolled her eyes. "It'll make us rich. Is that a good enough reason for you?"

He groaned, closing his eyes. "Out of everyone that was caught up in that event all those years ago, we're the only ones still criminals."

"Yeah, but the others are just boring. I spent seven years in that asylum. And I plan on getting back those seven years. Currently I've had six years of adventure. And that's nearly seven. So, I'll tell you what, Chara. If we pull this off, this'll be our last act of criminals."

Chara looked over at her, blinking. "Really?"

She nodded, grunting softly as she pulled the circle cut out from the roof, revealing the long drop down to the Lilitown Museum's top floor. "And then we can settle down and have that family you're always rambling on about having."

He pushed off of the wall, smirking as he walked over to her. "Oh hush. I know you secretly want a little baby girl."

Betty blushed, looking away quickly as she pulled her black mask over her face. "Maybe."

Chara rolled his eyes, looking down at his black clothing. Or, as he jokingly says to Betty, his Ninja clothing. "Right. Anyways, you ready to drop dow--"

She had already jumped, falling to the ground where Kumu quickly morphed under her, cushioning her fall.

"Wow. I didn't even get to say Ladies First." He muttered, quickly jumping down after her.

The feeling of landing on Kumu was something he still hadn't got used to. They often did it in raids, or if they had to escape somewhere high up quickly. But it was still strange. It felt like landing on an overinflated bouncy castle. You know, the ones that feel like they're about to pop at any moment.

"So where is this ruby you're so obsessed with?"

"Down into the Japanese section of the history floor. So this way."

The two of them had previously payed about seven visits to this museum prior to his night -as visitors in the crowd- to get a good idea of how to steal it.

The night guard pattern was easy enough to figure out. There would be five guards patrolling the top floor, and their pattern was always the same. So now, they had a five minute gap of time where they could sneak through to the Japanese section.

Betty ran on ahead, her cushioned shoes barely making a sound on the noisy varnished wooden floorboards. "C'mon!"

They also had security cameras to stay out of sight from. But those were easier than you'd think.

Chara stayed by his partners side, glancing about every now and then for the sign of a patrollers flashlight beam rounding a corner.

Surprisingly enough for them, they didn't meet any resistance. Soon enough, they were there.

Betty let out a little giggle, slipping on her gloves. No fingerprints could be found in this. But then again, neither of them had fingerprint records. Chara had been ghost in Cross' body half his life, and as a kid no one knew about him anyway. Betty's records had been destroyed by X when he threw her in the asylum. That what happens to most asylum records when X is involved. So basically, X had created two untraceable thieves.

Betty hummed, slipping under the keep back barrier before stepping over the faintly showing red lasers that would trigger an alarm if she stepped through one.

She made it up to the the bullet proof glass it was kept behind, and glanced over at Chara before indicating at Kumu. "Chara, as soon as I touch the ruby, an alarm will set off. The control panel for it is over there. When it sets off, smash it, then hopefully it'll stop. If it doesn't...we're gonna have to run."

Chara gulped, immediately stalking over go the control panel she'd pointed at. "Okay. Ready when you are."

Betty nodded, watching as Kumu morphed around the glass, absorbing it. As soon as he'd done that, Betty lunged forwards, grabbing the ruby.

Immediately an alarm started blaring, but Chara smashed it in with one of his knives.

Betty jumped over the barrier and ran over to him before tugging him behind some potted plants.

"...Do you think we've got away with it...?" He whispered, gripping onto her hand.

She exhaled shakily before smirking widely. "You know what? Maybe we h--"

"YOU TWO! FREEZE!"

They both yelped, being blinded by a sudden flashlight beam that had come out of nowhere. They gulped harshly looking up at the two night guards.

"YOU TWO ARE UNDER ARREST!"

"Well shit--"