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Papyrus was knocking hard on the door, yelling, "BROTHER!!! WAKE UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN!!" I tried to get up before Cristle gripped tight onto my ribs. "Don't...go....", she said tiredly. Chuckling, I kissed her forehead and tried to pry her off.

Quickly and quietly getting dressed, I opened up the door and hushed Papyrus. He looked over me, surprised to see Cristle on my bed. "OH. THAT'S WHY SHE DIDN'T WAKE UP."

I chuckled, scratching the back of my neck. "yeah, somebody had a bad dream.", I remarked with a sympathizing voice. Papyrus looked back over to the little one, smiling sadly before walking downstairs. "I'M OFF TO TRAIN WITH UNDYNE!", Papyrus announced as he left.

I waved bye as he left, keeping my smile. Stretching, I pushed my daughter gently to wake her up. No budge. Smirking, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. "wakey, wakey, you gotta get up.", I told her, trying to shake the little rascal. "No...I don't wanna...", she protested. "alright, guess that means more pancakes for-." "MINE!!", she yelled, practically jumping off the bed, running into her room.

I chuckled. "well you sure seem to be awake now.", I remarked with a chuckle. She...seems better now. Maybe last night helped understand everything. Poor kid, having to deal with all of this. I couldn't imagine what's going through her head right now.

Walking out of my room, I teleported to the kitchen. She joined me after a minute, hair tied back and ready for the day. We made breakfast together; it's been a while since we've done that. It was...nice. It's been a while since we've done something like that.

After a few hours, the clock chimed. I huffed, disappointed. Time for work.

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Cristle
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We finished cleaning up, putting the leftovers in the fridge. This morning was a lot of fun. Both of them are always at work, or Grillby's, or doing something to keep them busy. We don't really get to play like that.

I don't understand why I need a jacket. I don't get cold, the cold doesn't bother me. I huffed, but got my jacket anyway. Papa took my hand and we started walking. Weird. Normally he just teleports.

I looked around the town as we walked past. It was kinda strange, seeing everyone up and about. Last time I saw Snowdin, everyone was in their homes, if not...

I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, trying to shake the memory out of my head. Papa seemed to notice, and squeezed my hand a little. I looked up at him; his smile was different. Or, maybe it was the look in his eyes. Either way, it seemed to be a little sad. I smiled back softly, as if reading Papa's thoughts. I was fine, to be honest. It was just a little confusing. To think that one day it might all be taken and then wake up the next with everything ok. Wait... what day is it?

He stopped at his station, looking at me in a relaxed tone, as if he knew what I would do. Well, I mean, duh. Of course I was going to play in the snow, the station was boring. I happily skipped off with a smile, giggling a little to myself. I ran down the path, up to a clearing. There were footprints yesterday; I guess they got brushed over. 

Sighing, I looked around, taking in everything. Even if the people may change, there's always something consistent about places like this. They never seem to change. I took a deep breath, feeling the wind move in the direction of my outstretched arm. I pulled it in, curling up the snow. My hand moved the snow, until it became the size I wanted.  I continued with the rest, trying to perfect anything. 

I knew about my magic for a long time; I just don't really show this to anyone. I guess it's because I'm a little scared of it, but I've gotten better. Chara was my first battle. 

My shoulders slumped. I...couldn't believe I actually did that to them. I tried to smile it through, but...the fact that I killed someone...it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life. To think...it may not be that long anyway. 

I heard the crunch of footsteps in the snow, stopping my work. Turning towards them, I saw a timid human, walking towards me. I gave a slight smile, but kept my distance. "Hi. I'm Cristle, what's your name?", I asked politely. They waved back, hiding the toy knife behind their back. Yeah, they're not very good at it. 

"Frisk.", they introduced, holding out their hand.