(Before this starts, I just want to say,

This is entirely for the lols. I am so sorry.)

*I was also paid five bucks to do five chapters.*

      Frisk rolled off of her bed lazily, wrapped in a big, black, puffy comforter. The puffiness softened her fall, so she was still asleep. However, a big *thump* echoed all around her small room. Sunlight filtered through the blinds above her bed, and shone down onto where she had fallen. The blanket shielded her eyes from the light.

She was having a relatively great dream, it even included her interest; Blooky. The quiet ghost had always captivated her. The only music she listened to was his. She also secretly stalked him on all of the music sharing forums he uses. She just wants to help him be happy, even if it's for a few brief moments. 
In dreamland,

Frisk hugged Napstablook. He had recently been crying, for what reason? Frisk had no idea. All she knew was that she and him were hugging tightly underneath several trees in the pouring rain, the sunset still clearly, but oddly painting the sky a blood red. Frisk let go and sat down, leaning up against the trunk of the tree. Napstablook floated down next to her. He looked at her in the eyes.

"Frisk.... there's.. something I want to tell you..."

"Yeah, blooky?" Frisk said lightly

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" screamed Blooky. 

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" screeched Frisk's alarm clock. Frisk awoke to a black abyss, disappointed that her great dream was interrupted. She pulled the covers over her head and shut off her alarm. At that, she heard her doorknob jiggle. She forgot to unlock her door.

Frisk opened up the door to see Mettaton, with a big grin of course.

"Sans made cinnamon rolls. Better go get them while they're there, darling~" He bat his eyes dramatically, trying to walk downstairs whilst maintaining eye contact. Frisk shrugged and followed not too far behind. Sure enough, Papyrus and Sans were in the kitchen. Sans grinned wide and turned to Mettaton and Frisk.

"Hey, guys, hey, guess you could say..."

"I'm on a roll." He put his foot on the table, a cinnamon roll duct taped to it. Mettaton laughed, and Frisk giggled.

"Hey guys... What's so funny...?" Napstablook floated into the room. Mettaton laughed very loudly and explained the joke to him.

"Heh heh. Nice one, Sans.." He said dully. "Is that what's for breakfast this morning..?"

Frisk nodded, giving him a big smile. "Good morning, by the way." Papyrus called from the other room he had just walked into. Sans turned red with laughter.

"Oh, he's gone. Eggscelent!" Sans said loudly. Everyone, even Napstablook for a moment, was laughing.

"SAAANS!!!" yelled Papyrus. Sans turned red again. Frisk gave him a sly smile, and grabbed a cinnamon roll to eat.

"Wow, these are pretty edible. Them cooking lessons Undyne's been teaching going well?" Mettaton asked. Sans nodded.

"He still can't quite perfect spaghetti, for what reason, I like to wonder why.." He looked at the burned ceiling. Yeah, that one's self explanatory.

Papyrus walked into the kitchen, a phone in hand. "Sans, Undyne needs help. She wants us to go to her house. Says its urgent." Sans nodded. He pat Frisk on the head and put on proper shoes.

"Well, kiddo, take care of those two for us will ya? Enjoy breakfast, too." He bid them goodbye. Papyrus walked through and also gave them  a brief farewell.

There was a short silence, but quickly broken by Mettaton's obnoxious ringtone.

"Oooh! I wonder who's calling this time~! I have to take this one, sorry dearies!" And walked out of the room.

Napstablook turned a light shade of pink. Frisk did too, as she's never really had a one-on-one conversation with Blook at all. They both finished their cinnamon rolls and stayed at the table.

"S-So.. um.. Would you like... to join me... in feeling like garbage..?"

Frisk nodded somewhat reluctantly. "Follow me, then, please... This kitchen is just... smaller than my old one, I don't want to be in the way.." He responded. Blook guided her upstairs and into his room. He picked up a piece of music and began to play it. Frisk found it oddly soothing, although sort of creepy in it's own strange way.  He turned down the volume after playing it once. Blook lied on his back on his bed, Frisk next to him. The bed took up a large percentage of the wall, so plenty of space was provided. "I.. I know you're supposed to stay quiet during this, but I've never really.... talked to you.. before.. What do you thi-.. What do you think of my music..?"

"I think it's really great. If you upload it onto Soundcloud, I'm sure people will like it." Frisk froze and turned red immediately. She just gave away that she had been 'stalking' him on various music forums.

"You... You have a Soundcloud..?" He looked up at Frisk, and she nodded. Frisk hung her head, figuring she could no longer hide anything.

"Okay.. This is going to be difficult but.. So I noticed that you were always sad. I saw people trying to cheer you up, but I noticed it wasn't very effective most of the time. I thought that if I worked out what different forums you were using, I could make various accounts and praise your music in efforts to make you happy. Don't get me wrong, it's wonderful, but I thought that by doing that.. you'd, you know, look.. happy..." Frisk turned redder and buried her face in her hands. What had she done? What was she doing? She could never face him again. To her surprise, she felt him press up against her. She dared look up, and it seems he was red as well.

"T-... Thanks for that.. it helped me a lot, but.. I don't believe I can ever be truly happy..." He sniffed. A tear became very visible in his left eye. Frisk gently smiled and wiped it away.

"Oh, don't think like that! Anyone can be happy if they try. I bet even you can." Frisk hugged him. After a few moment she let go and lied back down, but Blook was right next to her. She didn't mind, not one bit. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling at peace.