I'm the youngest in a family of 5. My family consists of Me, My older brothers Sans and Papyrus, My older sister Comica, and My aunt Hillary. My aunt works with Alphys in the lab, which meant I went there a lot. That's partially where I learned to build robots and apps. My friends and I had built a fort in a tree with no ladder. Both my friends were ghosts so they could just fly up. But I'm a skeleton. So I made a zip line from my window. Everyone in my family has something they're really passionate about, and I'm no different. I really love inventing things, and I help out Alphys in the lab. Right now she's making a robot for Mettaton, one of my friends, and her hands won't stop shaking. I think she's worried it won't turn out right, and Mettaton's very particular. I mean, if your hands keep shaking like that there are bound to be kinks and quirks, but Mettaton will just have to deal!

My brother, Sans is always commenting on my hair. My hair is white, like all female skeletons. But unlike most of them, my hair is also pink. Also, I'm not named after a font! My friend, Serif, is even named after a font and she is part human. She likes to show off her skeleton side more than her human side. I think that's cool.

"Hey, Cass?" Serif asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You know how you mentioned your sister, Comica? I was wondering. Does she live with you guys or what?" Serif had been questioning me for an hour after I had leaked about my sister.

"Yeah. She does." I replied.

"How come I never see her?" Serif asked.

"She also sometimes stays with Aunt Hilly." I replied.

"Oh. Is that why I haven't seen her?"

"Oh, yeah."

"That explains it." Serif went back to playing on my phone.

Just then the phone started to ring, startling Serif.

"Relax, Seri. It's just my phone."I said, grabbing it out of her hand.

"Hello? Cassi?" A voice on the other side said.

"This is my phone so... I think so." I said. I recognized the voice.

"Yo! Cas! Howzit going!" The voice said.

"Great Comi!" It was Comica, my sister.

"Same here girl."

"Are you coming home soon?" I asked, hoping she was.

"Actually, I'm comin' home tonight." Comica said in her chill voice.

"Cool! I have someone to show you."

"Can't wait to meet them!"

"'Kay. And I cooking dinner, per usual."

"See ya later." Comica said before her end went dead.

I smiled to myself.

"Was that Comica?" Serif asked, playing with her hair.

"Yep." I said, putting down my phone.

Serif grabbed my phone, going back to her game.

I look out my window, pretending there was something interesting outside, though there was really just snow. Across the room was Comica's bed. When I was born, there wasn't any room for another kid to have their own room, so Comica and I had shared a room for 11 years. But Comica loved it, or so it seemed. I know she blamed me for Mom but I wasn't even a day old. I shook my head. "Evil thoughts." I murmured.

"Huh? Cassi?" Serif looks at me with confusion.

"Nothin'. Really." I smiled. My head kinda hurt but I could live with it. "I have to go cook dinner." I got up and tightened my pigtails.

"Wait up, I'm coming." Serif said.

"You first." I say, smiling. As Serif skipped downstairs, I looked in the hall mirror. When I did, I still saw what I always saw- My 5-year-old self, with one eye bandage. "I'm 11, not 5." I say. But still...