the six skeletons and you had crammed into the back of Papyrus’ shiny red sports car, an uncomfortable feeling. It would take hours to get to the beachhouse Ms. Toriel had lent Sans (who is Toriel?) for the week. Eventually, you had become bored and fell asleep on whoever was beside you, the skeleton being kind enough not to immediately shove you off.

Well enough, the seven of you had arrived, you yawning as you looked over at the Crystal blue waters and the hot sand. You wanted to take a nap right on the beach, but you were still a maid for your masters. You had to bend over backwards for them.

you were making food in the next few minutes, Orange setting up a towel on the beach and a umbrella beside it. (You didn’t understand why he would need an umbrella, seeing as he was a skeleton. Did skeletons get burnt? You doubt it.)

Blue was making a sandcastle, Papyrus quickly indulging himself along with Blue. After a quick argument, the two had placed their respective flags on the castle top.

Sans had already fallen asleep in the sand, a book over his face. You had known about the gag he used with that book. A smart science book with a book about jokes inside, and it went on FOREVER. You had once stood there for an hour thing to find the end of the bookception.

Black and Red were busy setting up a volleyball net, Black boasting about how he had taken it for a great price (probably threatening the worker) and wanted to see why all the humans were so excited over it.

He soon enough just started complaining about how lazy Red was for not setting up the net, though.

You sighed as you shifted around a bowl full of watermelon and a tray of lemonade. You would have to make your rounds sooner or later.