A Fabulous Christmas
You sat on the couch awkwardly and waited for the guests to arrive.
It was now time for the Christmas party, so they could arrive at any moment.
There weren't too many people coming, but to you it was a lot. Frisk, Toriel, Sans, Papyrus, Monster Kid, Napstablook, and other monsters were invited, but you weren't sure who would show up.
Mettaton was nowhere to be seen at the moment, though he was probably freaking out and getting ready or something.
Alphys definitely was.
She was running around the house/lab yelling things like, "I'm not ready!" And, "Th-this isn't anything like an anime!"
Finally, people started arriving. First, it was the Skelebros.
Papyrus was definitely your favorite skelebro, since he was so happy and upbeat. He came in yelling, "Merry Christmas, fellow monsters!" And Sans had to shoosh him.
You giggled. "Hi, Papyrus, hi, Sans!" You greeted them, with a smile.
"Greetings, (y/n)!" Papyrus exclaimed, attempting to be a bit more quiet.
Sans just waved and said, "Hey."
Then, more people came in. It was a big group of people. You noticed Frisk in the crowd and waved at them.
Frisk was holding Toriel's hand, but she let go and ran up to you, pulling you into a bear hug.
You chuckled and hugged them back. "Hi, Frisk! Merry Christmas!"
You picked Frisk up and walked over to Toriel and the group that had just come in.
You talked to Toriel about various things, and it turned out, you knew a lot more about the human's tradition, Christmas, than her.
After a while of talking, you saw Mettaton enter the living room.
You waved to him, signaling for him to come over to you.
As he got closer, you noticed he had different makeup on. He had red eyeshadow with green glitter, and red lipstick.
He finally made his way to you and smiled. "Hello, darling!" He greeted you.
He then turned to Frisk, who was still in your arms. He booped their nose.
"Frisk, darling! Merry Christmas!" He said to them.
Frisk gave a thumbs up and stuck out their tongue.
•••••••••••A FEW HOURS LATER•••••••••
Mettaton stood on top of the dining room table, obviously about to announce something. You hoped dearly that he wouldn't fall off.
"Beauties and gentle-beauties," He started, wobbling a little bit, but keeping his balance.
"It is now time for us to open gifts!" He announced happily.
You hadn't noticed, but everyone had come in with a gift. Luckily, yours was already under the Christmas tree.
Everyone gathered around and gave each other their presents.
Mettaton jumped off of the table, which looked pretty epic, and grabbed medium-sized box from the corner of the room.
You grabbed your gift from under the tree and hoped that he'd like it.
Please like it. please like it, please like it... You thought to yourself.
You made your way over to him and smiled. "I...I got you something...!" You said, akwardly.
"You did, darling?" I've got something for you, too!" He said, pointing to the box on the floor.
"You open mine, first!" You requested.
He smiled. He slowly unwrapped the box.
Once he saw what was in the box, he smiled warmly. He pulled it out of the box and hugged it.
It was a pillow. On the pillow, was an anime-looking picture of you and him hugging.
Alphys had drawn it for you and you wanted to give it to him as a present, then you decided to make it into a pillow!
"Oh, darling, it's adorable! I love it!" He said, hugging you tightly.
You hugged him back.
"Now, darling, open mine!" He said, grinning like mad.
You squatted down to open the box, when you heard a noise from it. You looked up at him, concerned.
"Just open it, darling~!" He said, rolling his eyes.
You slowly took the cardboard lid off of it and....
It jumped at you playfully and started licking your face.
It was a puppy.
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Rona, here!
Sorry for the mini cliffhanger!
But, hey,
You got a fricken puppy! <3
So, I've noticed that this story reminds me more of an anime than real life situations, but it you guys are still reading this, you must like it!
Sooooo, what're you gonna name your new pupper? O(≧▽≦)O
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