I sighed, laying back in bed. Sans gave birth to his kid, a little white haired girl named Namid (We decided the name) because of the freckles she had all across her nose. The name means star dancer in Chippewa. It was Sammy who came up with it, of course.

I love that kid. Bill loves pointing out the various constellations in her freckles (Because of him, her first words were "Argo Navis"). Sammy loves her little laugh, which sounds like "Nyeh heh heh!". Mapleshade loves how bright she is. I just love how much that kid likes me; crawling after me, playing with Mr. Leggy, who also loves her, and even trying to talk in my raspy tone.

I say try to, but she can imitate voices. Creepily well. Nothing scares you like a little baby crawling around the house hissing "Argo Navis" in your own voice. It probably came from Sans.

Bill's been teaching her the names of constellations while trying to get her to say them in her own voice.

"River Eriandus!"

"RIVER ERIANDUS!"

"No, Nam, say it in your own voice."

"CANCER!"

I snorted. I don't think she meant the star sign.

"Namid," Sans was getting involved "what did I say about joking like that?"

"CANCER!" she repeated in Bill's voice.

Okay, that was funny. "She says its cancer, Sans."

"Oh, shut it, Afton."

"You shut it."

"Short person."

"Tol boi."

"Smol bean!"

Sans was exactly five feet. The height difference is kinda funny.

"I'm not that short!" Sans protested.

"Yes, you are."

Before either of us could say anything, there was the sound of angry yelling from downstairs. 

"SPRINGTRAP GAIA AFTON!!!!!" Mom's home.

"Mom's calling." I say, racing out of my room and down the stairs, listening to the chorus of my friends' "OOOOOOOOOOH, TWEAKER".

"Yeah, ma?" I ask.

Ooh, she mad now. "Springtrap Gaia, did I say you could have friends over?"

Man, I hate it when she uses my full name. "No, ma."

"And did you have friends over?"

"Yes, ma."

"Spring has friends?" Bonnie, my little brother by a year joined in.

I sigh, annoyed. "Yes, Bonnie, believe it or not, I have friends."

"Mom, can we meet them? Please please please?" Bonnie begged Mom.

She sucks in her breath. "Fine."

"Yeah, um, lemme go get 'em." I say before going back up to my room, where all four of my friends wait, with Sans holding Namid.

"'Kay, so my mom and bro wants to meet you." I shoot a glare at them. "So be normal for once."

"No can do, Tweaker." Mapleshade replied. "We can't be normal, cuz we're crazy."

"Then be not crazy!" I yell.

"Good luck with that, Tweaker." Sans says casually.

Slowly, all five of us (Namid fell asleep, so Sans left her there to keep resting) crept down the stairs.

"Hey, mom." I introduce. "These are the four crazys I call my friends."

"I'm Bill!" Bill yells.

"I'm Sammy." Sammy adds.

"Name's Sans." 

"Mapleshade."

"Hi there," my mom greeted. "I'm sure you know I'm Springtrap's mom."

"I thought Springaling was gonna get in trouble." Sans joked. "Did ya, Tw-"

"Spring?" Sammy finished. She lowered her voice "Best behavior."

Something tumbled over. All of us looking at Namid, levitating, with a salt shaker in her little infant hands.

The last thing I saw was her little smile as she threw the salt shaker directly at my face.