All the sans were gathered at a party. In the anti-void no less. Skeletons were drunk, exhausted, unconscious, making out, etc. Cross was black out drunk, clutching nightmare as he tried to lazily push off cross from his waist. Palette had snuck his way to the spiked egg nog and ended up feeding a completely sober and confused goth cake that was by the egg nog. Error and ink were making out far off in the distance. Fresh was chasing paperjam for taking his shades.  And Fell goth was pushing a drunk and flirty rurik off of him, failing.
    The only thing that stopped all the chaos was the counting down from the tv ink had brought. Many planned kissing their crush when it hit 1, many planned drinking more alcohol until they blacked out. But as the time counted down, 5, 4, 3, 2, everyone made a wish and did what they had thought before. Beer cans were threw up into the air, lips connected with each other, and the author sat silently alone.

(Thought i'd give a small one-shot for new years since this is officially my third year of wattpad! I know I should have shown my face by now but...that isn't ever gonna happen sooooo, this is it!)