Okay, so before we begin, this is kind of just a bunch of filler before some "action" begins. So just... Bear with me here, alright? I know it might be bad but really, it's just some simple filler before the story. You could actually probably skip 100% of this and not be confused at all. Actually... Test that out for me, would ya? Tell me if you were fine afterward. XD

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"*Yawn!* Morning, Broomie! How are you this morning?"
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"Oh, Broomie, you're too nice... I'm doing just fine! Now, what time is it... Is there a clock in here?"
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"Oh, you're right, Broomie! On the nightstand! Oof, oh no, its 5:00, Broomie. We should have been up half an hour ago. Well, we're up now! Let's get dressed now, shall we?"

Ink got up for the morning and opened his... surprisingly organized suitcase. He kind of wanted to stay over for the night to see what Dreams' house was like. He's never actually seen the whole place, just the downstairs part of it, and he hasn't even mapped that whole downstairs yet. He was actually supposed to ask Dream about that after he chose a room, but as per usual, he forgot. He could've sworn he had written it down somewhere yesterday when Dream messaged him about the event...

Actually, why didn't he just ask Dream right then and there?

"Alrighty, Broomie, let's greet every-"
The living room was empty, all except for
Swap and Dream quietly talking to each other. It seemed serious for some reason, and the atmosphere seemed a bit tense. Ink stopped midstep with a knee still raised in the air, a confused look on his face. "Um... Hey guys! Did I miss some kind of meet up?

Swap looked at Ink and smiled. "Good morning, Ink. How did you sleep?"

"I slept fine; you?" Ink asked politely, taking a seat next to Dream, facing Swap.

"I'm fine! What are you doing up so early, though? It's 5 in the morning, even I, the Magnificent Swap, doesn't get up this early!" Swap laughed.

"Oh, I usually get up at 4:30. I thought everyone would be awake by now!" Ink laughed as well. He was going to say something else when Dream interrupted.

"You're such an early bird, " Dream giggled, playfully punching Ink's arm. "No wonder "Broomy" always complains!"

"He doesn't complain!" Ink protested. "He likes waking up early!"
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The three were going to talk further when they heard a door slamming open upstairs, along with some very loud footsteps barreling downstairs.
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"GOOD MORNING, DREAM! Good morning-! ...Eeeh..." Papyrus trailed off. "I am sorry, I haven't caught your names yet! I apologize, the Great Papyrus just hasn't met the both of you."

Swap flinched at the sight of Papyrus. He was a bit... scary, to say the least. His teeth were jagged and uneven, his eyes made it look like he was always terrified, yet he was smiling as if he were excited. His skin was extremely pale, which might be him being albino, maybe. Horror did also look unusually pale as well, but Horror didn't look as... bad as Papyrus did. Not to mention, he was intimidatingly tall. Really; he towered over them all, despite their ages.
Swap knows that his opinion of Papyrus seems rude, and maybe even mean to judge so quickly, especially when Papyrus is being so kind and mature despite his age. He even reminds him of himself. But he can't help it. His mind keeps going back there. But that leaves room to get to know him; see if he really is what his mind is making Papyrus out to be. It'd be rude to assume.

"Hey, I'm Ink!" Ink said, holding out a hand to Papyrus as a friendly gesture. Papy smiled eagerly. "Greetings, Ink! Ever since Dream got back from the store yesterday, I've been craving some delicious spaghetti! Would you like to join me in a cooking session?!" Papyrus seemed rather ecstatic for just making simple spaghetti. Swap could relate. He was said to have a taco obsession. But, nonetheless, Ink accepted the offer gratefully.

"Sure, of course! There's nothing better than whipping up some spaghetti in the mornin'!" Ink agreed. Papyrus squealed excitedly and ran into the kitchen, signaling Ink to follow tandem. Dream and Swap watched as pots and pans flew out of the kitchen and into the living room floor. Dream sighed and started picking them up into his arms. Before he could pick up a rejected pan, Swap picked it up before him, his own pile of kitchen appliances in his arms as more was getting thrown in the background. Swap smiled at Dream as he smiled back. But it was at that moment when a pan hit Lil' Blue on the head making him fall over and drop his well-earned pile of pots and pans. As Swap was knocked out on the floor, Dream could hear a faint, "Hey Ink, did you hear something- no, no, no, these won't do! None of these are good enough for my famous, great (and delicious), spaghetti!" And right after that was another faint "How deep exactly is that cupboard?! Furthermore, how many pans are in there?" Ink questioned. Papyrus looked up. "Do not forget about the pots, Ink!"

"Yeah, but pots are just deeper pans," Ink mumbled. Papyrus gasped and held up the single pot like it was the greatest thing in the world with both hands. He started tearing up as he concluded, "This is the most perfect pot I had ever seen...!" ("It's still a pan!" -Ink)

While the two boys were setting up their cooking station, Dream was helping Swap up onto the couch, for he had woken up from his defeat and was now conscious. "Nnnnnoooo... The-Th-The mmMmAgnificent Swap c-could nnnot have been ggggdddeeefeateeed bb-by a mmmere pannnn!" Swap said, unintentionally slurring his words and raising a finger high in the air. He was seeing things double and was having a pretty hard time focusing.

Dream smiled and patted his head. "Nighty night, Blue. We can talk more when we're alone."
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"Swaaap? Baby Blue?" Dust called out. He hasn't seen head nor tails of his semi-boyfriend, and he was getting slightly worried.

"Where is that little-"

"Greetings, Dust!"

Dust snapped his head up to see Swap at the edge of the stairs. A bit off, it was early in the morning and no one else was around or probably even awake. Nonetheless, he smiled calmly, stuffing his hands in his ordinary blue pockets.

"What 'you doing up so early, Blue?" he asked. Swap smiled back at him, a playful look of annoyance on his face as he leaned over slightly, putting his hands on his hips.

"You know that I am not as lazy as you are, Dust. The real question is: Why are you up so early? It's 5 o'clock in the-"

Swap coughed loudly, somehow spilling some ink-ish goo from his mouth.

"Wha-?! Blue?!" Dust ran over to him, gripping his shoulders with both hands. "Hey, you alright there?!"

Swap's intense coughing grew, spitting out this black stuff. He pressed a hand hard to his mouth, the black pouring out of his left eye. He whimpers loudly, squeezing his eyes shut as tight as he possibly could.

"Hold on, Blue, please don't-"

Suddenly, the whole room swiftly transitioned to black as two golden sparks dotted them, standing out as the darkness swallowed Dust up.

Before anything else happened, a soft golden glow presented itself, as Dust lost consciousness.
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Dust woke up, gasping mouthfuls of air.

He gripped his head, replaying the horrifying images in his head. Was that just another one of those random nightmares?

...Maybe Nightmare is rubbing off on him.

Heh. Nightmare. Puns. He should tell that one to Swap.

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Yeah, why don't you? Tell him about a bad dream you had about him melting into some black goo and dying. That's a very good idea, Dust thought. He should probably keep this to himself. It's just a nightmare after all.

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A few hours later, everyone was down in the living room chatting and horsing around while Ink, Blue, and Papyrus were cooking in the kitchen. Nightmare was hoping that Gordan Ramsey was on their side, blessing them with good cooking skills or criticism or whatever kind of magic he holds within him. When the "special spaghetti" was finished, Papyrus called out, "FEAST ON OUR COMBINED SKILLS OF GLORIOUS AND GREAT COOKING!" Ink had apparently suggested making the meat into thin long logs and mush the noodles up into small balls. Papyrus considered it but insisted on having spaghetti the old fashioned way. He did, however, promise to put it into his spaghetti museum.
As everyone ate, they all had their own conversations and arguments. And as per usual, Swap and Dust were avoiding each other's gazes, Ink and Error were arguing about Ink's drawings, and Nightmare was staring off into space, absentmindedly twirling his spaghetti around. He did like spaghetti, and he guessed that it was edible, (considering that Ink helped make it, and he's a pretty good cook), but something was bugging him. He didn't know what. It was just a nagging feeling, right after the news report about the snowstorm, and it stuck with him all night. Nightmare didn't know what it was.
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Frisk sat on the living room couch. She had passed on the food, she wasn't hungry.

Frisk took out something from her backpack; a sketchbook Ink had gotten her for her 15th birthday. She had insisted that he keep it, but Ink politely declined, pointing out his stack of used and old notebooks full of art pieces and writing. He most likely had more.

Frisk started sketching a scene before her, the snowflakes piling over one another. Frisk was always curious about how nature took its course. She was curious about how anything happened at all.
How does snow manage to look so beautiful? Everything looks so graceful and breathtaking when it's winter. Even when the trees are shed from their leaves, they still manage to look gorgeous in a snowy background. Ink would agree. He's so cool...
Frisk let her pencil drag across the paper, as Ink had taught her to. She wrote cursive all the time, which Ink really admired, and preferred to make full lines instead of starting and stopping, making little lines. It made her think the sketch was incomplete. She didn't like incomplete things.
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An hour passed, and Frisk had successfully drawn a scene of snow and trees. There were multiple layers of very detailed snow, sparkling under a sun that was high in the sky. Fluffy, long and gray-shaded clouds covered most of that sky, dropping off snow that someone had used to make a snowman.

Actually, why is it so dark outside? I haven't really noticed until now... Frisk thought. It was unusually dark outside. The windows were pitch black, and it was only 6 in the morning.

Actually... If it even was still dark... How come I can't see any of the outsides?
Frisk strained her eyes, but she couldn't see anything that looked so much as a tree.
That's strange... Frisk thought.
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Error plopped on the spot next to Frisk Core and pulled out his phone. Frisk stared at Error with a blank look. He was looking at her from the corner of his eye, but didn't make any eye contact. He didn't want to be here in the first place.

"Do you know why it's so dark outside?" Frisk asked as she looked out the window once more. "Maybe it's just me."

Error had also not bothered to look outside. He was quite the introvert, after all. He glanced at a window and saw how black the outside looked. Why was it still dark outside?

"It is nearly only 7 in the morning. It does not make sense as to why it would be so dark outside." Frisk pointed out. "Do you think it might have something to do with the snowstorm that the news report spoke of?"

Error rolled his eyes. "The report only said 5 feet of snow. It ain't possible. It'll probably clear up." He didn't think that was true, though. It's impossible for this to happen. All he could see was pitch black, nothing else, not even an outline of light was peeking through. Something was wrong.

"Those were predictions. It is possible and very likely that we are snowed in." Frisk said, surprisingly calm. Error grit his teeth. "Whatever, why don't you just open the window and find out?" Frisk shook her head. "That is risky. We do not want to risk snow getting inside or ruining our chances of leaving even further. We might trap ourselves even more."

"How do you even know if we're 'trapped' anyway?" Error growled. Frisk was about to say something but was interrupted by a crash coming from the kitchen, and a very Nightmare-sounding voice was heard saying, "Not again-".

Nightmare ducked under the table as Swap started to raise his voice, and Papyrus started to yell, (Don't worry, it was friendly).

"TACOS ARE THE MOST DELICIOUS FOOD YOU COULD CREATE IN THE WHOLE RECIPE BOOK!"

"NOT AS GOOD AS THE GREAT PAPYRUS' SPAGHETTI!"

Oh, dear.
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Everyone looked upon the mess as the two fought as if it were normal. Apparently, the two have very differing views on their food. It suddenly escalated to a very... Intense cook-off. To put it briefly, the kitchen would not ve spared. The room was filled with, "HORROR! GET ME THAT SALT!" and "DUST! GRAB THAT SAUCE FOR ME!" The two took their cooking very seriously.

"So who are you betting on?" Horror asked Dust. "Not gonna lie, I think your bro might win. Baby Blue here isn't the best cook." Dust replied honestly.

"Nah, your boyfriend is totally gonna win," Horror responded. "You might think Swap is bad, but the years of no cooking tutorials had had an effect on Papy. At least he had Al teaching him." Horror knew that Papyrus' spaghetti wasn't the best. When he got his hands on some spaghetti for his brother, he would take it and make something worse than the last. The sauce tasted funky, the spices were strange, and the meatballs tasted... Abnormal, which was very concerning. He swore he would never get any noodles again, but he couldn't stop himself when Papyrus' nagging had grown into begging.

"BROTHEEEER!" Papyrus commanded. "FETCH THE SPECIAL INGREDIENT FOR ME!"

Horror sighed. Boy, was this competition going to be something. He walked over to his brother's old schoolbag, which Horror took from the streets, abandoned and worn, and brought it over. He dug through the single pocket and pulled out a large plastic baggie with some reddish-brownish meat inside. Horror gave it to Papyrus, got scolded for taking so long, and returned to his original spot.

"What's in the bag?" Dust asked. Horror held back a snicker, turned to Dust with a smirk, and said, "I think you're better off not knowing."

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Author's Note:
I'm so sorry that this took so long. (If you even like the story). This was kind of a chapter full of filler and a bunch of random stuff that I just felt fit the characters. I wanted to latch onto everyone's personalities and show the perspectives of everyone.

Thank you!
-Jazz