Quick reminder, this story will have pretty slow updates.

I have a lot of work going on, heh heh.

(The lamest and worst excuse ever), *cough*.

But anyway, thank you for coming this far into the book! I hope you enjoy!

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After everyone was cured of the freak-outs, they all decided that it would be best to just ignore the fact for the week and live a normal day. After all, you shouldn't be stressing over something you can't change. Papyrus was very excited about that because when someone suggested that they all play some games, Papyrus immediately sprang up and mentioned his "Icebreaker" puzzle. Horror sighed and reminded his brother that they couldn't go outside, which disappointed him. To cheer him up, Horror suggested Papyrus go eat his leftover spaghetti. When they walked into the kitchen, they found Cross and Killer stuffed from eating all kinds of small desserts and snacks.

Looks like we're going to grow hungry in just two days, Horror thought. He had left them only a few minutes ago. Now, as he picked up an empty TastyCake, he wondered about the eating habits these two had.

"You were the one who ate all the chocolate," Killer said, blaming it on Cross as Killer started to put everything away. Cross slowly got up from his seat kicked a bag previously full of Chisps away from Killer just as he was about to pick it up. "I was saving some for Chara, in my stomach," he argued. Horror sighed. "Will you stop using your stupid imaginary friend as an excuse for everything?" he said.

"Excuse you, his Chara is as real as my Chara, thank you very much," Killer said, defending his friend. Horror facepalmed. "I swear, that is the only reason you two became friends in the first place."

Papyrus stood uncharacteristically awkward to the side during their conversation, then decided to intervene. "Brother, have you not forgotten our mission to the kitchen in the first place?" he asked, changing the subject currently at hand. Horror turned to his brother. "Hm? Oh, yeah, sure, bro. Where'd you put your leftovers?"

Papyrus showed Horror to the bowl he had put in the fridge as leftovers. Horror made a face as he watched his brother eat his spaghetti. Jasmine and Cocoa seem really delicious, don't they? he thought to himself. Of course, he would never try a morsel...

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"Aaaand UNO!" Ink declared to the world. Error threw his cards down in a fit of anger. "You are so cheating, you do not have the same card," he accused. Ink smirked and showed off his deck of one, a bright green reverse card. "No, you," he playfully responded. It was the same green card that was placed down by Swap, the one who went before Ink. He smacked it down onto the pile, declaring his victory. Dust, another participant, crossed his arms. "You little cheater," he said. "You always win, Ink, at least give everyone else a chance!" Blue added.

Ink pumped his fist. "Well, you know what Al says to you, 'If you want something, you gotta WORK for it'!"

"How does that relate to Uno? You have no control over your deck of cards!" Swap argued. "And I do listen to her!"

Ink put his hands on his hips and smiled. "It's called strat!"

"Whatever, I quit," Error said. Error fled the scene.

The group called for a rematch. "I am SO gonna beat you this time, Ink," Dust said, insisting on handing out the decks. "There is no WAY you'll beat us this time!"

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Dust," Ink said, deviously hiding his face behind his cards. Swap rolled his eyes before going first, placing down a cherry red 4-card down to start. As the game continued, Dust ended up with 15 cards, Blue having 6, and Ink having 2. "I'm still wondering how I ended up with fifTEEN FREAKING CARDS!" Dust said.

"Uno!" Ink yelled, placing down his card, now having one left. Dust groaned, and Swap rested his head on his hand in annoyance, looking down upon his own cards. A red 5, an 8, a... a wild card! That'll get Ink off guard! Swap shot a glace at Dust, nodding in a specific way. Dust's eyes widened, surprised at Blue's luck. He almost squealed but bit it back by giving a pinch to himself on his thigh. He still made some squeaking noise, however. Blue ignored Dust and looked over at Ink, who was to his left and was the person who would go after him. He was looking at Dust strangely. Blue took his chance and slammed his card down. "WILD CARD! THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN WIN THIS ONE, INKY!"

Ink gasped in surprise. "W-What?! Impossible!" Swap smiled proudly. "We caught you off guard, didn't we? Well, too bad, since the magnificent Blue is too magnificent to be beaten 7 times in a row! Now you shall-"

Ink interrupted Swap by placing down his last card, smirking. It was a blue 1.

"But I didn't say a color yet!" Swap called out. Ink laughed. "Yes, you did. You said 'the magnificent blue'. Therefore, the color is now blue."

Dust gaped at the card. "B-But that's not fair!"

"Ooooh, sore loser, are we?" Ink teased. He laughed and cleaned up the cards. "Well, I'm done playing. I'm going to go get a drink." He got up from his place on the carpet and walked to the kitchen.

The two stared at Ink's depart for a second or two, then looked at each other. "Revenge?" asked Dust. Blue nodded and smiled.

"Revenge."

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Error had gotten control of the remote after he had quit Uno. He had his favorite show "UnderNovela" on, and he tried his best not to make a comment every other scene. He almost blurted out, "NOO ASGORE, TORIEL! EL VOLVERÁ-", but he kept his restraints.

Swap slid into the spot next to Error on his right on the couch. "Greetings, Error!" he drawled. Error sighed. He sounded like he wanted something. "Yeah, Blue?"

"Do you remember how Ink kept winning in Uno...?" Swap narrowed his eyes and smiled as he caught sight of Error flinching. Error was listening.

"Well, Dust and the magnificent Swap were thinking about a certain plan... and we were wondering if you wanted to join us...!" He drawled once more. Error hesitated for a few moments, picked up the remote, shut off the TV, slowly turned to Swap... and said...

"Fuck yes."

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Ink was sitting down at the kitchen table, sipping on some creamy milk. He heard someone giggle, but assumed it was probably Cross and Killer. He looked over at Cross, his old friend. They had grown apart due to a fight they had, and weren't on the best of terms with each other.

"IIIINK!!!" someone yelled in his ear. He snapped his head towards the person who had interrupted his peacefulness and smiled, while also glaring daggers, to find out it was Dust, looking unusually panicked. There was something about his face that was a bit off, though...

"Ink! You have to come, quick! Someone is locked in the bathroom!" Dust said. Ink sprang up. "What?! How?! Where's Dream and Nightmare?" he asked. Why was Dust asking him for help and not them?

"There's no time! Hurry!" Dust grabbed Ink's wrist and pulled him towards the stairs. When they were up there, Dust led Ink to the bathroom. Someone was banging on the door and yelling for help!

Ink got out of Dust's grip, who was sadistically holding back laughter. How could he laugh at a time like this? Someone is stuck and they need help!

"Don't worry! I'll get you out of there!" Ink yelled. He grabbed the doorknob. For some reason, it could open just fine. Maybe it was locked from the inside?

Ink opened the door and looked inside, jumping right into the interrogation. "How did you get stuck in-?"

He was interrupted when he saw Error pull him into the bathroom, pushing him further in. Ink yelped and began to question what was going on. As soon as he realized, he tried to get to the door in time, but it was too late. Error, Dust, and Swap had shit-eating grins on their faces as Swap closed the door on him. Error quickly kept the door shut with his strings, chuckling as he heard Ink pound on the door with his fists, screaming, "LET ME OUT! LET ME OOUTT!!!" The group started laughing as Ink continued to pound on the door.

"This is revenge for beating us all those times in Uno!" Dust managed to say through his laughter. Ink responded with more incoherent yelling.

"What is going on here?!

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Author's Note:

WOO! That was intense! I love typing that last part. XD

But, while you wait for the next chapter, here's some 'food' for thought. (this is only relevant to the first part of the chapter TwT).

First off, who was that third-party who questioned what was going on? What is Papyrus' spaghetti made out of that made Horror so disgusted? And most importantly...

How did Ink win all of those games of Uno-

Thanks for reading~!

-Jazz