MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! Here is all you lovely readers Christmas present. A brand new chapter! Woohoo! I hope you enjoy it~ And I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the year!

When you woke the next morning, you wanted nothing more than to just fall back asleep and stay in the oblivion for eternity. A nice thought indeed. But memories of the last day crept up on your mind, sweeping your thoughts under a blanket of darkness and despair. Keeping you awake, keeping you from peace.

You didn't much appreciate your brain right now.

Heaving a huge sigh, you pushed your hand out from under the blanket, seeking out your phone. After feeling around for a bit, you located on the floor and quickly retracted your hand under the blanket, back into the warmth. Like an eel, darting out of it's cave for food before sliding back into it's home.

Yeah, you really didn't appreciate your brain.

Waking up your phone, you checked the time after being temporarily blinded before your eyes skimmed over the plethora of messages. Most were from you assorted monster friends, asking how everything went and how you were feeling. There was one missed message from Chris as well, with the accompanying voicemail above it. Seeing as it was already 10:42am, you decided it was probably time to get moving.

First, you responded to all your friends' texts, assuring them that you were fine and giving them an update on the situation. After that you listened to the brief voicemail from Chris, and through it you learn that he wanted you to call him as soon as you got the message. Very brief, but totally Chris' style. Deciding you'd rather call Chris back after waking up a bit.

So, as much as you'd like to stay in the warm comfort of Sans' bed, it was time to get up and face the day. Yes, you'd spent another time in Sans' room, but minus the punny skeleton. Last night he insisted you take his room, while he took the couch, despite the amount of protesting you'd done. You felt bad taking up his bed for another night, but Sans wasn't having it. Papyrus offered you his room as well, but you refused that because Papyrus was way too tall to sleep comfortably on the couch. In the end, Sans won out, and you spent another night in his room while he stayed downstairs. You honestly wouldn't have minded sharing the room again... which both terrified you and made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You know, your emotions weren't really you best friend right now either.

With a yawn, you stretched your hands over your head and arched your back to stretch, before letting go of a pent-up breath. You then stood and pulled a few items from the bags Mettaton brought yesterday, then headed out the room and to the bathroom. A hot shower was calling your name. As you headed down the hall, you peeked over the banister to scope out the situation downstairs. You could hear Papyrus banging around in the kitchen, while Sans was still curled up on the couch. Well, you thought Papyrus was in the kitchen. He could also be on the roof. It was hard to tell with the amount of noise he was making, and the fact that it could be coming either from right under you or right above you. As for Sans, you just assumed he was still sleeping, since all you could see was a blanket with something under it, not what was actually on the couch.

Slipping back into Sans' room, you dug through the bags Mettaton brought yesterday and pulled out a change of clothes, then headed down the hall towards the shower. You'd rather clean up a bit first before braving the day. In the bathroom, you glanced at the mirror, taking in the cut on your cheek once more. It wasn't as bad as it had been but was still very noticeable and the skin around it was still tinged red. With a heavy sigh, you hopped in the shower, letting the hot water wake you up and beat away the stiffness in your shoulders. Once you were done, you dressed and wrapped the towel around your wet hair in an effort to dry it off. Heading back into the hallway, you cast another glance over the railing and saw that the lump under the blanket on the couch was indeed Sans, as he was now half on the couch half on the floor with the blanket covering everything but the top half of his head. How he slept upside down you didn't know, but maybe as a skeleton he didn't have any blood to rush to his brain.

"AH! (y/n)! GOOD MORNING!" Papyrus greeted happily from below. Turning your eyes towards him you saw that he was setting the table for breakfast. "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

"Good morning! I'm doing a-okay." You answered with a smile.

"EXCELLENT! AND YOU ARE JUST IN TIME FOR BREAKFAST! I JUST FINISHED HEATING UP THE PIE TORIEL DROPPED OFF YESTERDAY AFTERNOON! I ALSO MADE SPAGETTHI AS A SIDE."

"Sounds great." You grinned, eyeing the spaghetti plate and wondering if it was edible. Since it looked like a unicorn threw up all over the plate of stringy pasta, you decided to skip it and go straight for the pie. Grabbing a seat at the table and tucking yourself in, you poured yourself a glass of orange juice while Papyrus attempted to wake Sans up. He started by simply asking Sans to wake up, to which Sans answered by continuing to snore softly. Which was funny, because Papyrus was speaking in a voice loud enough to wake any normal person. As Sans continued to snooze, Papyrus grew louder and louder, before he was yelling at a volume that could wake a hibernating bear. How Sans continued to sleep you didn't know, but before Papyrus could get any louder you decided to step in.

"Hey Papyrus! Why don't you finishing setting the table and I'll wake up Sans." You said loudly, patting Papyrus on the shoulder to make sure he stopped yelling long enough to hear you.

"I WAS PLANNING ON ADDING SOMETHING ELSE TO THE SPAGHETTI. BUT I MUST WARN YOU HE'S VERY HARD TO WAKE UP." Papyrus agreed, toning down his voice to his usual yelling.

"I noticed." You mused, wondering what Papyrus could add to that explosion of colour he called spaghetti. Shaking your head, you turned your attention to the task at hand. Clearly normal means weren't going to get Sans up, so you were going to have to get a little creative. Looking around you wondered what you could use to your advantage, and decided to use the natural environment for inspiration. And by natural environment you meant the outside world of Snowdin.

As part one of your unfinished plan, you headed over to the front door and unlocked it. You shivered as you pulled it open, letting the cold air sweep into the once warm living room as well as flakes of snow. Flouncing back over to the couch, where Sans had once again completely disappeared under the blanket covering him, you pieced over the final pieces of your plan and headed to the kitchen to gather some reinforcements. You found said reinforcements adding what looked like a pineapple to the spaghetti. It might have worked, if he had cut the fruit up first.

You shook off the oddness of the situation and proceeded with the gathering of reinforcements. "Hey Papy, you're strong enough to carry Sans right?"

"WHAT AN ODD QUESTION! BUT OF COURSE I CAN! IF I MAY SAY I AM ONE OF THE STRONGEST MONSTERS IN THE UNDERGROUND! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus answered/boasted.

"Perfect! Can I borrow you for a second then?"

"OF COURSE!"

Heading back into the living room, you stepped around the snoozing lump on the floor and positioned yourself across from the door. With Papyrus watching curiously you grabbed the blanket with both hands and swept it off of Sans in one swift motion. The short skeleton shivered and slid off the couch, tucking himself into a tight fetal position. He had ditched his hoodie sometime in the night, leaving him in his usual white t-shirt, sorts, and pink slippers.

"I DON'T QUITE SEE WHAT YOU NEED ME FOR (Y/N)." Papyrus questioned, watching your movements curiously.

"Easy," you answered. "Throw him out the door."

"REALLY?" He seemed shocked, but not apposed to the idea.

"Uh-huh. Into the snow with him."

"NYEH HEH HEH! BUT FOR THE RECORD THIS WAS ENTIRELY YOUR IDEA!"

"Don't worry, I'll take all the credit." You grinned, watching as Papyrus moved to pick up his slumbering brother. He easily slung Sans under his arm, and strode to the door. You took up position behind the door, ready to slam it in Sans' wake, and watched with a huge grin as Papyrus held his brother around the waist and threw him out the door and into the snow.

"Wake up sleepy head!" You yelled as Sans plowed into the nearest snow drift face first. For a second there was no reaction, then Sans snapped upright with a startled gasp. It was then that you slammed the door shut and locked it, even though you knew the wood and metal would do nothing to keep him out. Papyrus and you shared a brief giggle fest (Papy laughing at his usual volume) before a very peeved looking Sans popped into the room, shaking snow off his shirt. He wasn't truly angry though, as his white pupils were still obvious in his black sockets.

"ha ha, very funny. normally i'm one for a joke, but that was a little cold."

As per usual, you couldn't resist the well-timed pun and burst out laughing. Papy, as per usual, groaned loudly. "Serves you right!" You managed to get out after you calmed down. "You were making us wait to start breakfast."

"next time, maybe come up with a warmer solution." He mused good naturedly, shaking his head to try to dislodge the snow there. He managed to get most of it, but some remained on his head and shoulders. Snickering, you went over to help dislodge the rest of the snow. As you brushed the snow from his head he smiled slightly, and when you were finished he nodded in thanks and headed for the table.

Breakfast progressed rather normally, the only minor disturbance coming from Sans as he tried to sneakily transfer his spaghetti helping to your plate when Papyrus wasn't paying attention. In turn you were passing spaghetti back though, so it was turning into a sort of war like situation. It further evolved when Sans attempted to steal some of your delicious pie, which you were in no way willing to give up. Eventually Papyrus caught on to your shenanigans and got rather mad at the two of you, and while Sans went to try to console the lanky skeleton you were left to clean up the table. You felt rather bad you'd upset Papyrus, but you knew if anyone could bring him around it was Sans.

So, with the table cleaned up and Sans still with Papyrus, you headed back to Sans' room to return Chris' call. Hitting his speed dial number, you waited for him to answer and flopped onto Sans' bed so you could lie on your back. Chris picked up on the second ring.

"Took you long enough." He huffed, the tapping of computer keys in the background. Busy as usual.

"Good morning to you too, Chris. And how are we today?" You answered with as much sass as you could muster. You then switched back to your normal tone. "So, what's the plan for today? Busy schedule as always?" You knew things had been pushed around because of the incident, but you weren't going to let that stop you.

Chris snorted. "Let's talk about the performance first. Do you still even want to preform? It's not to late to back out. I'm sure they'd understand."

"I'm sure they would," and by they, you meant the organizers of the New Year's event. "But I made a commitment and I'm going to stick to it. As we discussed before, I just need something to cover up the scratch. Other than that, I'm good to go."

"Someday that dedication of yours will get you into trouble." Chris sighed.

"It already has." You couldn't help but reply glumly. Despite that though, you weren't about to abandon your principles. You'd always been loyal and dedicated to your fans, even when you barely had any. People were expecting you to preform at the concert, and you'd been prepping for months. You were going to preform, and you weren't going to let something Mitchell did stop you, and you never would again. "But that's besides the point. I want to preform."

"Well I won't stop you. Makes my job easier too."

"So, what's my schedule today then? I know the dress rehearsal is tomorrow morning, but didn't I have a fitting and such today?"

"Originally yes, but you know what? I think you're pretty much ready to go. You've been working hard and the fitting can always be done in the morning. The girls have tailored your outfits enough to know your measurements. Why don't you take the day off?"

"Your giving me the day off? This close to a performance? Has the world ended? It must be the start of Armageddon." You sat upright, feigning horror even though he couldn't see you.

"You're hilarious. But no, the world isn't ending. After everything that happened yesterday I figured you could use a break."

Appreciation warmed your heart as Chris spoke, making you adore your manager even more. As much as the man was a workaholic, he had a caring side that didn't come out often. "Thanks Chris, I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. Just be ready to get back to work tomorrow. 7am sharp."

The two-hour shift was probably to accommodate your dress fitting. Originally you were supposed to start at 9am. "I'll be there. Thank you again."

"See you tomorrow." At that Chris hung up and you did the same. Relaxing back into the bed, you now wondered what you'd do with the rest of the day. You knew you wanted to spend time with the monsters, but doing what? Lazing around the house playing video games? Going out somewhere? Puzzling over what you wanted to do, you started thinking about the piles of snow outside and what you could do with in the winter wonderland. The perfect idea struck you then, something everyone would enjoy and something you probably wouldn't have to leave the Underground for. Nearly throwing yourself off the bed you ran over to the balcony railway, knowing that the brothers had moved back downstairs sometime during the call. Sans was sitting on the couch, as per usual, and Papyrus was back in the kitchen.

"Hey guys!" You called down, catching the attention of the brothers. When Papyrus poked his head out the kitchen archway you continued. "Want to go tobogganing?"