I woke up on the couch. I heard my mom talking. "Mom?" I asked in my tired state. "Yes?" My mom smiled. "Where's gaster?" I asked getting up. She immediately frowned. "The prick went to get cigarettes," she frowned. "Spirit, we talked about this," my dad said coming out of the kitchen. "Whatever," my mom rolled her eyes.

Gaster walked in and smiled at me. "Morning sweetheart," he smiled wider. He looked so cute right now. "Morning," I smiled back rubbing my eyes. He kissed me on the head and sat on the couch. I was now between my mom and gaster. Not a great place to be.