"OPAL!" Someone yelled, pushing you off the couch fiercely as you scrambled to your feet, breathing heavily as Sans stood above you, grinning.

"What the fuck, Skeleton Sam?" You complained, fingering the rather large bump on your forehead from slamming to your face onto the ground after Sans had pushed you off the couch, "Oh nothing much, just that YOU'RE RELATED TO THE FUCKING QUEEN OF THE UNDERGROUND." He yelled, shaking your shoulders as if you already hadn't known.

"Don't remind me." You groaned, shuffling back up onto your feet and slithering into the kitchen, pouring yourself a large cup of coffee.

"So what are you gonna do?" Cyndle asked, gnawing on a bagel as she sat at the kitchen table. You shrugged cluelessly, "What the hell am I supposed to do, just announce myself the new queen? Howdy there monster dicks, saddle the fuck up cause I'm gonna turn this place upside down." You quoted, using an example as Cyndle rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Maybe you should take a trip down there," G said, setting his hands on your waist, making you jump, "Jesus Christ, alright there Mr. I'm-a-ninja-and-scare-the-everloving-heck-out-of-everyone." You bantered.

G laughed before getting a hopeful look on his face, "So you'll go?" He asked, and Sans nodded from behind him, along with Cyndle, "Find out who your parents are." Sans suggested, shrugging.

You sighed, hesitating before smiling nervously, "Alright sure."

Everyone broke out into loud cheers and G smuggled you in a hug, while you laughed, shrugging aimlessly, "Might as well."

"You'll love it, babe, I promise." G said, leaning in for a kiss before you leaned away and set a finger on his lips, "Ah-ah, Ghost Rider, gonna take a lot more than that to win me over." You sipped your coffee, looking up at him through your lashes while he groaned.

You smiled and danced away, walking out into the empty hallway as you soaked in the quietness and stillness, tiptoeing down the chilly corridor to your bedroom, now seperate from G's as you hadn't exactly planed to forgive him this soon.

Stepping into your room, the chilliness was replaced by warmth that wrapped around you in a tight hug, heating your insides.

Holding the coffee close to you you trekked through clothes scattered on the ground, with sketches and drawings littered about. "Let's see here....," Whispering to yourself, you lifted up a shirt, sniffing it hesitantly and gagging, throwing it across the room.

"Dear lord," You said, scratching your head as you looked down at your clothes wearily.

Picking up (insert whatever you wanna wear here) you looked in the mirror, pointing finger guns at yourself before retreating from your room.

Dancing down the hallway with your earbuds in, blasting music into your ears, which you were certain would permanently damage your hearing one day.

Sliding into the living room, you saw both Cyndle and Sans entranced in an episode of Lazytown on the TV, and you furrowed your brows.

"Isn't that Benedict Cumberbatch?" G asked, tilting his head at the character on the screen.

"How DARE you insult sportacus?" You exclaimed, and G held his hands above him in mock surrender, grinning.

"Why.....does she have pink hair?" Cyndle asked, pointing to the little girl character in the show.

"Because she wants to, Cyndle, who are you to judge." You said, glaring at her in mock anger while she laughed.

Sans suddenly stood, parading around the room pulling a trombone out of seeming nowhere as the intro to "We Are Number One" started playing, and all of us burst into laughter as he played badly along with it.

(Old meme I know but it will nEVER DIE)

Cyndle headbanged along with Sans at the children's song playing, and you fell to the floor in laughter, feeling tears spring at your eyes.

G swung his legs around in a gangly manner and walked around the room, doing a bad impression of a trumpet which made you cry with laughter.

"Uh...," Someone suddenly said, and all of stopped your antics and looked towards the doorway where Frisk and Asriel stood with trays of baked goods in their hands, "You guys good?" Frisk asked, holding back laughter as Cyndle blushed and Sans let out a rough laugh.

"What ya got, kiddo?" Sans asked stepping forward to take some of the plates out of their hands, and Frisk smiled, "Toriel is going on a baking spree, don't know why." She shrugged, laughing.

"What's up Ya'll, guess who just got out of prison." You joked, stepping forward to hug both of them as they smiled.

"You guys wanna come over for a bonfire Toriel is throwing tonight? I'm inviting some of my friends from school," Frisk beamed, obviously excited.

"Duh." You said, "A party doesn't exist without me."

Cyndle grinned as she walked past, "And exactly how many parties have you been to?"

"Not the point." You exclaimed, pointing at her, "The point is," You said, turning back to Frisk, "We'll be there."

"We will?" G said, suddenly engaged in the conversation.

"We will." You said, giving him a look that spoke you-better-go-along-with-this-or-I'll-kill-you.

He nodded quickly, turning to Frisk and grinning as she giggled and walked out the door with Asriel, both of them bumping hands and blushing.

"I ship it." You whispered to G, and he nodded, "Me too."

Leaning over and straitening his collar on his jacket, his breath hit your neck and goosebumps travelled along your arms and up your back when he slowly stepped forward, grabbing your hand and leaning closer-

"OK THERE bucko, gotta go get ready for the bonfire." You said, zooming away from his grasp, leaving him hanging as he looked after your retreating figure.

He sighed, running his hand along his neck, "What I would do to get that girl back....," He whispered to himself, suddenly having a cunning smirk on his face, "I know."

///wOOooOOO leaving you high and dry ik it sucks and trust me they're all gonna go down to the underground soon, it's gonna happen just in a few chapters, and this chapter is longer thankfully, so hope you guys liked it!///