Kris descends the stairs with featherlight steps, you trailing right behind, both still in your pajamas. It’s night. How late? Neither of you knows. You hadn’t bothered checking the clock before sneaking down to execute this mischievous, wicked plan...

He pauses at the bottom of the stairs. One of his red eyes glances at you from beneath his bangs as he brings a finger to his lips, signaling 'shh'. Then, a small, satisfied smirk forms on his face as he gestures for you to follow.

You try your best not to bump into any furniture; even after all these years living with the Dreemurrs, you’ve never been the most graceful or careful when walking around. Kris, who’s taken up the role of older brother since Asriel left for college, knows this all too well—but that doesn’t mean he’s the best role model for his younger sibling.

At last, your goal in the middle of such an eventful night! Kris positions himself, opens the fridge as though he’s afraid it might break, and from inside, he pulls out the reason for your late-night escape: a tray holding a beautiful, albeit half-eaten, apple pie—chilled, but you know anything made by Toriel is delicious, no matter the condition.

Kris shoots you a knowing look, clearly pleased with the outcome—and the fact that the two of you had finally managed to pull off a plan, silly as it might be.