Previously

"Hey! Dinner's ready!" Mr. Ink calls from downstairs.

Me:
Gotta go

PJ 💜:
Gtg

Me:
Food!!

PJ 💜:
Dinner!

Skate:
Haha
Oki byee

BP:
Cya

Now

During the day, we study and work.

During the night, we party and stay up late!

Because after the ball, Mr. Ink and Mr. Error would let the other jocks crash for the night. How did we convince them? No idea.

The reason for that is because first, it was a Friday and everyone else's parents were okay with it. Second, the ball starts at six and ends at eleven. Our house is the closest to the school so everyone agreed to stay for the night.

Skate:
Just out of curiosity
What do your guys dresses look like?

Fish lady:
Youll have to find out yourself lol

Me:
Patience is a virtue my dear pupil

Skate:
Ok ok fine xP

I sigh and start doing my homework. The ball will start in a few hours and if I finish all my work, I won't have to do it on the weekend.

Time flies by quickly and I have an hour and a half to spare to get ready.

I excitedly jump up from my seat and make my way to the closet where I kept my outfit. I pull it out to reveal a beautiful sky blue dress.

I smile before going off to the bathroom to shower and get ready.

After a refreshing shower, I carefully put on the dress and look at myself in the mirror, doing a small twirl.

It is an A-line dress with an asymmetric hemline, starting at the front, just above my knees, and going down towards the back, all the way down my ankles. The neckline is an off the shoulder design with the sleeves hanging around at mid-arm's length.

'It's so pretty!!'

Now, I gotta make my hair look presentable. I brush it down and make a crown braid the way Ms. Avery has taught me how to do. I visit her every week and I must go again this Saturday. After I finish the braid, I take my hair straightener and curl my hair.

'Oh, yes. The irony.'

I gently giggle at my own joke and continue working on my hair, enjoying the warmth of the straightener.

I move onto makeup, which I wouldn't normally wear but it's a ball. So, I gotta look "fancy" somehow. The Devil Divas and the musical has taught me a few things about makeup that I wouldn't have know before. Thanks to them, I wouldn't look like a total clown tonight.

I don't apply much since cakey makeup doesn't look great. A light blush, a small amount of mascara, some concealer, and lip gloss should do the trick!

Voilà! Done!

I happily walk out of the bathroom and gather a few things in a small purse.

Phone, charger, keys, ticket, a bit of makeup, bobby pins, bandaids, and some money.

I walk downstairs to see Cil, Skate, and Undyne cheerfully chatting with each other.

The moment I appear, they all have their eyes on me. A sudden wave of shyness hits me as I slowly walk down.

"Holy crap! You look amazing!" Skate compliments me.

"Heh, thanks."

"PJ's gonna fall face first, " Undyne teases.

"He can't if he's already on the ground!" Cil exclaims.

We all laugh along with him.

"I haven't even mentioned how stunning you three look!" I quickly change the subject.

Skate is wearing a long cranberry dress with gold swirls at the skirt and a sheer illusion neckline with long lace sleeves. The hem of the skirt reaches all the way to the floor and the bodice of the dress is covered in cranberry sequin. She adds a few bracelets and a pair of gold flats.

Undyne is wearing a black mermaid-style dress with a Queen Anne neckline and a spikey fish-like collar. The bodice of the dress has fish scale designs and the hem is outlined in blue to give it a water ripple effect. Her now extremely voluminous hair is put into a ponytail, held together with a spikey hair tie. She has gray gloves over her hands and a pair of black ankle boots.

Cil is wearing a black blazer with a blue pocket square, a black tie, and a blue collared button-up underneath. He is also wearing black dress pants, a belt, white socks, and black dress shoes.

They all thank me and they sit down on the couch while I sit in the armchair when I notice some duffle bags by the doorway. Probably their stuff for later.

"Where's BP? Is he running late?"

"Nah, we're just early," Skate says, not worrying too much.

"Hey, Cil. You're meeting with Quill at the dance, right?" Undyne asks.

"Yeah," he replies.

"Who's Quill?" I ask.

"He's Cil's date," Skate informs me.

"Cil, why haven't I ever heard of you talk about him~?" I gently tease him.

"I-I um..." His face turns into a hue of magenta.

"I'm just messing with ya," I say, giggling a bit.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. I get up from the couch and open the door to reveal BP carrying a duffel bag over his shoulders.

He is wearing a gray suit jacket with a red pocket square, a red tie, and a white collared button-up underneath. He is also wearing gray dress pants, a belt, white socks, and black dress shoes.

"Hey!" I greet him, stepping out of the way so that he would come in.

"Hey," he comes in and I close the door, "I never got to formally thank you for pushing NC to confess when I couldn't."

"Oh, no, don't thank me. It was all him. I just gave him a small boost."

"But, still. Thanks for that."

"Well, then, it's not a problem," I smile.

He sets down his duffel bag with the others and we sit down.

"You look great, by the way."

"Hm? Oh, thanks! You too."

We sit down.

"What's taking PJ so long?" I ask, "Should I go check up on him?"

"Yeah, the ball's starting in twenty minutes and it's a ten-minute walk," BP says.

I get up from my seat and walk upstairs. I slowly approach PJ's room but stop when I hear arguing through the door. It was muffled but just loud enough for me to hear.

"No.

You've already embarrassed yourself enough. Don't you think it's time to stop?

No, I'm not going with you! I already have a date.

Why are you making this so difficult? Why are you so difficult to deal with!?

I already said no, so you can stop trying.

Because I have a date! What don't you understand about that?

What the heck!? No! Cheating is not an option!

Yeah, I'll 'regret it'. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I gently knock on the door, "PJ? You okay in there?"

He opens the door, phone in hand.

He is wearing a navy blue suit jacket with a white rose in his pocket, a white tie, and a magenta collared button-up underneath. He is also wearing navy blue dress pants, a belt, white socks, and brown dress shoes.

The familiar warmth slowly rushes to my cheeks.

"Listen here. I don't want to play games nor do I have the time," PJ impatiently says through his phone, "Now, I have to go. Don't ruin this night for us."

He hangs up the phone, "Before you say anything, damn! You're smoking!"

"Could say the same to you~" I flirt back, trying to relieve the blush on my face.

"Why, thank you, kind madam," he jokes and bows, "Alright, now. What did you need?"

"The ball's starting in twenty minutes."

"Right, we gotta go. But before that.." He turns around to retrieve something from his desk, "Close your eyes."

I obey and close my eyes. I hear soft shuffling and PJ messing with my hair on the left side of my head.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

I do so but noticed nothing had changed.

"What did you do to my hair?" I touch the hair above my left ear and feel something soft, sort of like a flower petal.

"Did you put a flower in my hair?"

He smiles, "You're gorgeous!"

I smile back and make my way to the bathroom for a mirror.

A flower, a white rose just like PJ's, is neatly tucked behind my left ear.

"Did you know that tucking a flower behind your left ear means you're in a relationship while tucking it behind your right ear means you're single?"

"No, I did not. But, regardless, it's beautiful. Thank you," I gently peck his cheek.

"Alright, time to goooo!"

We make our way downstairs and put on our shoes. Opposed to my regular converse, I put on a pair of beige, strappy one-inch heels.

We say goodbye to Mr. Ink and Mr. Error then start walking.

The walk to the school wasn't too long. When we got there, the others find their dates at the front. We all hand in our tickets and make our way to the cafeteria where the ball is held.

The moment we walk in, we all stop.

The cafeteria is completely transformed. All the lights are dimmed and have a slight blue tint to it. The circular tables are covered with a tablecloth and pushed to one side. Among those circular tables are game tables where board games and card games are set up. A photo booth is just behind them. Some food tables, covered with a tablecloth, are pushed to the other side. This leaves a massive space in the middle, presumably a "dance floor." Blue and white balloons lay on the floor while beautiful garlands and paper snowflakes are hung from the ceiling. White cotton clumps outline the edges of the wall to make a snow effect. It truly is like a winter wonderland!

"Whoever decorated this place has really outdone themselves!" Skate remarks.

"It's beautiful!" I excitedly exclaim.

"Not as beautiful as you~" PJ flirts.

"Oh, quiet, you," I lightly punch his arm and giggle.

"I'm not lying, am I?"

"Come on! Let's find our table!"

We walk over to where all the tables are and find one with our names on a standup card. We all sit down and start talking about nonsense and how this night is going to be so fun!

Then, the speakers turn on as Principal Fox speaks.

"Arf arf! Arf arf arf arf!"

"Good evening, students! Welcome to the Winter Ball!"

Everyone from the crowd cheers including me.

"Arf arf arf arf arf. Arf arf arf arf arf arf!"

"Well then, I won't take up any more time than needed. Help yourselves to the food and have a great night with your date and friends!"

Some monsters sit down and talk, some hit the dance floor, some rush to the photobooth, some play at the game tables, and others are at the food table.

"Where are you guys going first?" I ask the others.

Undyne and Alphys plan to go to the photobooth, Skate and Trix hit the dance floor, BP and NC want to stay at the table, Cil and Quill go to the game tables, PJ wants to wander around, and I get a drink.

While I fill my plastic cup with some punch, I see Frisk leaning on a wall, observing the party. I take my cup with me and go over to him.

"Hey, Frisk!"

"Oh, hey, (Y/N)."

"What'cha doing all by yourself at this ball?"

"I could ask the same to you. Why aren't you with PJ? By the way, you look beautiful."

"I went to get some punch and he wanted to wander around. And thanks, you look great, too!"

Frisk is wearing a blue blazer, a blue tie, and a magenta collared button-up underneath. He is also wearing gray dress pants, a belt, white socks, and brown dress shoes.

"Well, the party's a bit much for me."

"Yeah, I can understand that."

We stand there in comfortable silence, watching over the ball.

Until I spot PJ looking around, probably for me.

"I gotta go. I think PJ's looking for me."

"See ya. And have a great night!"

"Yea, you too!" I wave goodbye and throw away my cup. I then try to navigate the crowd towards PJ without pushing or being shoved around like a rag doll.

When I finally escape the crowd, I see PJ and the Devil herself. She is making goo-goo eyes and getting closer to him while he is desperately trying to back away.

What's worse is that...she's wearing the same dress as me? Fun. Great. Absolutely, FANTASTIC.

I try to calm myself before strolling up to them to deal with this situation.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in, PJ!" She remarks with a sarcastic gasp.

"For your information, cats eat bunnies. So, you better start running."

She lets go of PJ and circles around me a few times, keeping her icy blue eyes on me. I stay in place and spin around in her direction until she stops with PJ now behind me. She cracks a smug smirk before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, you think I can be so easily scared, (L/N)," she comes closer to my ear and whispers, "You better watch your back before something bad happens to you," she steps back one step, "Because if I can't have him...you can't either."

She forcefully shoves me backward and I fall into PJ's arms.

"Have a nice night, you two!" She says in a sickeningly sweet tone and sashays away.

'The nerve of this girl...' I think as I quietly growl.

"You okay?" PJ helps me up from the fall.

"Yeah, I'm okay. She didn't do anything to you, did she?" I ask with concern.

"Nah, I'll be fine."

"You sure...?"

"I'm sure. How 'bout this? To take your mind off this 'Bunny situation', let's go to the photo booth and take some pictures. How's that sound?"

"I guess so."

He escorts me to the photo booth, which surprisingly, has a pretty short line. Looks like all the hype died down a bit. When we get to the front of the line, the monster working the photobooth is none other than Mr. Mettaton.

"Darlings, you both look gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Mr. Mettaton!" I exclaim gleefully, my mood abruptly changing.

"Let's get a picture of the two shining stars of the musical!"

PJ lightly chuckles and we each take two photo props with wooden sticks attached to the end from the basket.

3...

2...

1...

The camera clicks and a bright light flashes before it recedes as fast as it appeared.

"Wonderful!" Mr. Mettaton remarks, taking out the photo and handing it to us.

"You darlings have a fabulous night now!"

"You too! And thank you!"

We walk away and look at the photo.

PJ is holding an arrow that says "Royalty" and is pointing it at me while I'm holding an arrow that points at him saying "Prince Charming". I position a crown prop on his head as he follows suit.

I smile contently at how it turned out.

"Want food?"

"Heck yeah, I want food!"

I practically drag PJ to the food tables and grab a paper plate.

I grab some penne with marinara sauce and cheese and some chicken. PJ takes a square pizza and some fries.

We go back to the table to see everyone already there talking and eating. We join them and start talking about how much fun we were already having.

"The night's still young!" Trix exclaims.

"It's only gonna get better from here!" Quill agrees with him.

We finish the main course.

"You guys want cupcakes?" I offer.

Everyone nods so I stand up, asking everyone to pass their finished plates, and walk to the food table again. I throw away the other plates and grab two new ones. With my fingers, I silently count the nine monsters and me, grabbing ten cupcakes, five on each plate.

Out of nowhere, Ebony strides up to me.

'Great...'

"Don't you think that's a lot for you and your friends? Oh! My mistake! Are you just being a pig and keeping them all to yourself?"

"One, no. Nine of them are for the others. Two, I don't recall asking for your opinion."

"You're not good at comebacks."

"I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone who gives a damn. Because I simply just don't have the time to help you with your bad attitude."

I turn around and walk away but she trails behind me.

"If I throw a stick, would you go away? Because you're being a real female dog right now."

I continue walking but still hear her footsteps behind me.

'Whatever. She can wait forever then I guess.'

I finally get back to the table and sit down, placing the plate of cupcakes in the middle.

"(Y/N), why's that punk following you?" Undyne asks, eyeing Ebony intensely.

"Who?" I wink at the entire table and look around, pretending I don't see the black bunny beside me.

"Nevermind, sorry. I'm probably just seeing things," she replies with a nonchalant grin.

Everyone grabs a cupcake. It's chocolate with a blue frosting swirl on top, sprinkled with some sugar pearls. I bite into the delicious, sugary treat and hum with delight.

"T-This is good!" Alphys comments.

"Anyone up for a game of mafia?" Trix asks, already finishing his dessert.

Responses of approval come from the table as he gets up to retrieve a deck of cards.

"Have you guys taken any pictures at the photo booth yet?" PJ asks.

He gets a few yes's and a few no's from everyone.

"We should all take a group photo at the end of the night!"

We all nod our heads.

Trix comes back with a deck of cards, "I'm assuming everyone knows the basics but since there are different ways to play, we should set some rules.

I'll tell the detective if a monster's or person's role is good or bad and the healer cannot heal someone twice in a row. The game ends if there is one other person surviving and when someone dies, they don't reveal their cards but keep them down. King is the killer, Queen is the healer, and Jack is the detective. Does that sound okay?"

Everyone nods their heads and the game starts.

Trix passes out the cards. I flip over mine to reveal a diamond eight.

'Looks likes I'm useless here.'

"It was a dark night but everyone was out partying at the Winter Ball in the school. People were having fun, taking pictures, and dancing until they realize that there is a murderer on the loose. But they need to find out who. Turns out, the murderer disguised themselves as a student and attended the ball, hoping to assassinate their targets. Now, nightmares will become a reality. Everyone, put your heads down because the lights suddenly turned off."

Everyone puts down their heads and just listen.

"Mafia, would you please wake up and point to who you want to kill?"

A rustling noise comes from the opposite side of the table.

"Okay. Healer, who would you like to heal?"

I hear a small shuffling sound from behind me. Ebony probably got tired of waiting.

"And detective, who would you like to suspect?"

No noise...

"Okay, everyone, open your eyes, and let me tell you what happened when the lights went out."

Everyone gets up and a few of us fake yawn.

"After the lights go out, a small choking sound came someone near the food table. Turns out, PJ was choking on a pizza slice because the sudden darkness surprised them."

A few monsters chuckled.

"Out of nowhere, their savior came over to him and gave him CPR before he fainted. The lights come back on. But no one saw their face."

"PJ's scared of the dark!?" Undyne bursts out.

"Blame the storyteller," he playfully jerks a thumb over to Trix, "At least, I'm not dead. Yet."

"You guys have two minutes to talk things out."

"I think the murderer is somewhere across the table because I heard a shuffling sound from over there," I explain.

"And we know that PJ isn't the murderer, since, well y'know," NC brings up.

"I don't think we can vote anyone out the first round. Should we just keep going?" Skate asks.

Everyone nods in agreement and we all put our heads down again.

"Alright, mafia, wake up. Who would you like to kill?"

Again, the same shuffling sound comes from across the table but it's quieter.

"Healer! Who would you like to protect?

Hmm...okay.

And last, detective, who would you like to suspect?

Open your eyes, guys. Before the light went out, PJ went to get some punch."

"So, I guess I'm dead."

"Let me finish. But after taking a small sip, he said that it tasted funny. Then, the lights go off and a scream of agony came from him. When the lights turn back on, we find his dust swept under the table."

"Crap, I really am dead," he places his card face down and rests his head on his hands.

"Another two minutes to talk."

"I'm telling you guys! I heard the shuffling noise again."

"O-Out of the entire t-table, who do y-you think is the m-murderer?" Alphys asks.

"I'm gonna be honest. I think it's Cil, Quill, you, or Undyne."

"Actually, I also heard a rustling noise from over there. It's one of them, I'm sure," NC joins in.

"Who should we eliminate?" Skate asks, eyeing each one of the suspects carefully.

"Hey, don't look at me that! Personally, I think it's Quill. He's too quiet," Undyne accuses.

"What?" Quill snaps out of his trance.

"If you're wrong about this, Undyne, you'll be eliminated next," Cil points out.

"Then, I think it's Undyne," I speak up.

"Is it between Undyne and Quill?" Trix asks, "Because your two minutes are almost up."

"I guess," BP says.

"Undyne and Quill. Please state your defense."

"Look, just because I'm 'quiet', doesn't mean I'm the murderer. I just...don't talk a lot."

"Doesn't that sound suspicious to you punks?"

"Undyne, please state your defense," Trix says again.

"I'm not the murderer, okay? Other than 'accusing' Quill, what else makes me seem suspicious?"

"S-She's not wrong. I-If Quill isn't the m-murderer, should we eliminate h-her next round?"

"You're the smart one here, Alphys. What do you think?" Skate questions her.

"I-I think we s-should. N-No offense to you, U-Undyne!"

"None taken. Besides, it's just a game!"

"So who thinks Quill is the murderer?"

Everyone except Cil and Quill raises their hands.

"Quill. Are you the murderer?"

"...No. I am not," he puts down his card.

"Dammit," Undyne mutters under her breath.

"Noooo!" Cil complains, squeezing the life out of poor Quill.

"Cil, I-I'm gonna suffocate..."

"Sorry!!" He lets go and we continue on with the game.

Again, we all put our heads down and Trix asks questions again. And just like last time, I hear the shuffling noise but it's extremely muffled and quiet.

"Everyone wake up! The maintenance guy apologizes for the light going on and off. But anyway, NC. He was just selling nice cream to other monsters when suddenly, someone poisoned one of his popsicles. He gave the treat to someone and they fell to the ground immediately after tasting it. NC was arrested and never seen again."

"Dang..."

"Another two minutes is starting."

"My hunch is still on Undyne," I state.

"Do you think there's a reason why the murderer is only killing one side of the table?" BP asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the murderer is only killing the monsters closest to (Y/N)'s side of the table. You realize that no one's dying from the hands of the murderer on the other side," he explains.

"N-Now that you b-bring that up, you're r-right!"

"And we've been eliminating only the monsters of the other side!" Cil points out.

"This murderer really knows their game," I murmur.

"So, who are we eliminating this round?" Skate brings up the question.

"By eliminating ourselves, the murderer's game can only become easier. Should we just not vote and keep Undyne?"

"T-That may be the b-best for now."

We couldn't decide who to eliminate so we put our heads down again and Trix asks the usual questions. The shuffling sound is now gone.

"Instead of the light going off for a second and then turning back on, they just start flickering. BP was trying to navigate through the panicking crowd to find somewhere quiet. He escapes to the hallways where no one was there...except the murderer. They sneak up on him and he ultimately turns to dust.

"Looks like I'm dead now. Good luck, guys."

"Guys! I have a breakthrough!" Skate practically shouts.

"What is it?" Cil asks, eager to listen.

"Okay, so. Alphys is the murderer."

"W-What? Why me? I-I think it's Cil or U-Undyne."

"Why'd you get so defensive all of a sudden?" I skeptically narrow my eyes at her.

"B-Because I don't want t-to be eliminated."

"Skate, how are you so sure?" Undyne looks at her.

"One, I'm the detective so I found out. Two, you don't realize that Alphys is being a bit too engaged considering how shy she usually is."

"To be fair, Cil's also a bit quiet," I bring up.

"Don't you think you're also being too talkative, (Y/N)?" Undyne is now eyeing me questioningly.

"You're right. But as I and NC confirmed earlier, the shuffling noise was from your side of the table."

"Time's up," Trix interrupts us, "Who's getting eliminated this round?"

"I trust Skate. I nominate Alphys. Sorry though."

"I-I'm telling you. I-I'm not the m-murderer."

"Anyone else voting on Alphys?"

The votes were unanimous.

"Alphys, please state your defense."

"L-Like (Y/N) said, C-Cil's pretty quiet."

"Quill died innocently by being quiet!"

"Silence, Cil."

"And U-Undyne was the o-one who killed Quill. I-I'm not wrong, a-am I?"

'Dang, this girl is good...'

"Who still thinks Alphys is the murderer?"

Skate still raises her hand, "I checked Cil, Undyne, and BP for the other rounds and they're good. Then I checked you and found the murderer."

I slowly raise my hand too, a bit scared about my decision, "Sorry, Al."

Everyone else raises their hands.

"Alphys...are you the murderer?"

She flips over her card, "...Y-Yes..."

"Woooooo!" I cheer.

"Dang, that was an intense game," PJ laughs, finally gaining the ability to speak.

"Can we go around the table and find out who was who?" NC brings up.

"Jack!" Skate exclaims.

"Clover four," PJ says.

"Diamond eight," I smile.

"Diamond nine," BP tells.

"Spades two!" NC announces.

"Clover three!" Undyne confesses.

"K-King," Alphys murmurs.

"Spades ace," Quill mumbles.

"Queen!" Cil explains, "Good game, guys!"

"Yep! Good game, punks!" Undone cackles.

"You hid pretty well, Alphys," BP speaks up.

"T-Thanks," she replies nervously.

"Should we all take a group photo together now? I think the night's ending in an hour and we could be dancing."

We help Trix collect all the cards and rush to the photobooth.

"Oh my! What a large group!" Mr. Mettaton comments.

"Do you think we'll all fit into frame?" I ask a bit nervously.

"If you position yourselves just right, I think it will do. Come!"

Everyone grabs a prop and surprisingly, there are still some left after we have taken some. Mr. Mettaton instructs us where to stand. Behind, from left to right, Undyne starts, then BP, Trix, Quill, and PJ. In front, Alphys starts, then NC, Skate, Cil, and me.

3...

2...

1...

The light flashes and then quickly recedes.

"Splendid!" Mr. Mettaton takes the photo and hands it to me.

"Have a magnificent rest of the night, beauties and gentlebeauties!"

"We will, thank you, Mr. Mettaton!"

"It is an honor."

We observe the picture.

Alphys has an arrow sign pointing at Undyne that reads "My date ♡" while Undyne is pointing at Alphys with a "Smoking Hot~" sign. BP has an arrow sign pointing at NC reading "Sorry, ladies! He's taken!" while NC has an arrow sign pointing at his date reading "Isn't he fine?" Trix and Skate have crown props on their heads and are holding a sign saying "Step aside for the King and his Queen!" Quill is holding a speech bubble saying "Help! I can't dance!" and Cil is holding a small mustache above his lips. I hold up a sign pointing at PJ saying "Hottest guy in the room" and he's holding a sign saying "She's hotter."

We decide that I'm going to be keeping the original copy so everyone takes a picture of it on their phone and digitalizes it.

"Let's hit the dancefloor!" Undyne cheers.

* * * * * *

"The night's ending, everyone! How about one last dance to a classic slow song!?" The DJ exclaims into the microphone.

The crowd shrieks so loudly to the point where I had to cover my ears.

"Get on the dancefloor and spend these last couple of minutes together!"

PJ holds out his left hand, palm up, towards me, "May I have this last dance with thee, oh fair maiden?"

"Tis mine honor, good sir," I curtsy and take his hand.

He leads me to the middle of the dancefloor.

"PJ, I'm not sure about being in the middle...I don't dance very well..." I mumble quietly.

"It's okay. I know this'll sound cliché, but follow my lead, alright? Hold your right hand in my left and put your left hand on my shoulder," he instructs me, taking his left hand in mine and wrapping his right arm around my waist, "I'll give you subtle movements with my left hand, so, follow that. And you don't have to move much since slow dancing is mostly just swaying in a circle."

"I'll do my best!" I give him a look of determination.

The music starts playing and I immediately recognize the song. It sure is a classic, Can't Help Falling In Love With You by Elvis Presley.

"I hope you don't mind that I'll be singing along," I giggle.

"Another opportunity to hear your melodic voice? Who would pass up that chance?"

He begins to slowly sway to the beat as I follow.

"Wise men say...only fools rush in..."

Sway to the left.

"But I can't help...falling in love with you~"

Sway to the right

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?"

Left again.

"If I can't help...falling in love with you?"

Right again.

"Like a river flows...surely to the sea..."

Follow his twirl.

"Darling, so it goes...some things...are meant to be...~"

Get back into position.

"Take my hand...take my whole life, too..."

Left.

"For I can't help...falling in love with you~"

Right.

"Like a river flows...surely to the sea..."

Twirl.

"Darling, so it goes...some things...are meant to be...~"

The world seems to have disappeared

"Take my hand...take my whole life, too..."

Like everything has faded into white.

"For I can't help...falling in love with you~"

It's only us and the music.

"For I can't help..."

I didn't ask for this...

"Falling in love with you~"

But I'm glad I have you.

As the song fades into its last note, the crowd around us erupt into cheers and encore.

"Were they watching us the whole time!?" I subtly whisper to PJ, embarrassed.

He smirks before stealing a kiss from me which causes me to turn red-faced.

"Good night, everyone!" The DJ yells over the microphone.

PJ escorts me off the dancefloor and back to the table to retrieve our things.

"I had so much fun tonight!" Cil exclaims.

"The fun isn't ending yet, punks!" Undyne yelps excitedly.

"Right, we still have the sleepover," Skate reminds us.

"PJ, what's the plan again?" BP asks.

"Get all your dates home by car while we walk to the house," PJ answers.

The moment I pick up my phone from my bag to check the time, my phone vibrates signaling a call.

"Mr. Ink?"

"(Y/N), we are outside now. Tell your dates to come out."

"Alright."

I take the phone away from my ear but don't hang up and lead the others outside. We almost immediately spot their car so I hang up. Alphys, Trix, NC, and Quill give/get their final goodbye kisses before hopping in.

"Make it home safe, kids!" Mr. Error yells as they drive off.

"Welp, time to go home," PJ announces, opening his phone and turning on a flashlight.

During our walk, the night starts getting chillier. Not great when you're wearing a dress that exposes your legs.

Wait-

That's a snowflake!

"Guys! It's snowing!!" I accidentally blurt out a bit too loudly.

Everyone looks at the sky, watching the tiny dots of snow drop from the clouds above.

PJ, being the responsible boyfriend that he is, speaks up, "I know you like the snow but soon, it's gonna get too cold for your liking."

He takes off his suit jacket and wraps it around my shoulder. I notice it's surprisingly warm and the scent of his cologne hits me.

"But, wait. Won't you be cold?"

"I'm a skeleton, remember?" he chuckles.

'Idiot.'

"Rightttt," I drag out the word, trying to play it cool.

"Heh, alright. Let's get you out of the cold now."

~A/N~

Wow
Longest chapter yet
I hope you liked this chapter ^^
And online school is out!! More time to write (hopefully)!!

Word count: 5663 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*