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To Party in Starlight

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My mother, being the Goddess of Life, was always good at creating said life. And careful, too. She made my twin brother and I, after all, didn’t she? Somehow, she learned the secret of making a creature immortal. Or, maybe she just hid us from them. The gods of death, I mean. They were the two gods never invited to the house, and if they had to come, she sent Asriel and I to our rooms. Even when we became full grown adults and stopped aging a few years back.

When we were younger and the Brothers of Death, as Mom called them, came, Asriel and I would try to come up with ideas of what they looked like as we sat in either my room or his, drawing or writing. Dragon-like creatures, ghosts like Metta and Blooky, maybe even humanlike, like me! With each imagined version of the brothers, I always got more curious.

But Mom wouldn’t let me go to any parties that one of the brothers were invited to attend. Which was, well, all of them. The younger one was kind and merciful, a friend to nearly all other gods and goddesses. He loved attending parties, apparently loyal to a fault. According to Asgore, the king of gods, the older one preferred to stay at home. He was the more cold one. Dark humored, sarcastic, and easy to get mad at.

So instead, we sat in our little house near the base of Mt. Ebott, looking out our window in wonder at the top of the mountain as parties lasted all night and into the next day. Gods, I wanted to go to a party. I didn’t know going to one would get me where I am now, though.

Not that I mind.

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Asriel wakes me up at the crack of dawn. Which annoys me at first, since I was busy and fell asleep half an hour ago.

“What? I just went to bed.”

“Oh, shush. We can’t get tired, remember?”

“I don’t care.. I like sleeping, unlike you.” Nonetheless, I sit up and grab my crown of Silent Echos. They’re a crossbreed of flowers that bloom in the nighttime, which is why the flowers of the crown are always bloomed or blooming around me. Echo flowers, a type of flower exclusive to Mt. Ebott, and purple Casa Blanca Lilies. They’re a smaller and a more dark purplish color than Echo flowers, have more pointed leaves, and they don’t repeat what someone says, hence the name. I reach up to Asriel’s head and adjust his flower crown, which was sitting lopsided on his head. His is made up of Golden Lilies, which is a mix of Golden Flowers, also exclusive to Mt. Ebott, and white Stargazer Lilies. They look similar to the Silent Echos, but are a light gold color. They only bloom during the day, which is why Asriel’s crown is made of them. The crowns were a gift from Asgore and Mom. They worked together and created the flowers specifically for us when we turned 16 and stepped into our powers. I am the Goddess of Night, Asriel the God of Day. Kinda like those twins in the Greek myths. I guess they were onto something, having the opposites be twins. We don’t make sure the sun and moon stay on course, though. Gerson is in charge of that, being the God of Time. We wear the flowers as symbols of our power, like Mom’s silver Ankh necklace. It used to be something else, but then the human’s first world war happened and she lost the old item. Asriel and I weren’t alive when that happened. Mom hadn’t figured out how to give her creations almost perfect immortality yet.

“Well, I have news!” He is unusually excited, even for him.

“What is it, bro?” I have a smirk on my face and am watching the sunrise as he speaks. Good ol’ Gerson, sending the sun right on time. ‘Must be good if he’s that excited.’

“Well, while you were doing your weekly rounds and sleeping, I was talking to Mom and I may or may not have convinced her to let us go to the party Mettaton invited us to yesterday!”

I whip my head around. “Seriously!?” My eyes light up before they narrow suspiciously. “You aren’t lying to me as a sad prank attempt again, are you? If this is a prank, I will kill you.”

“I’m not lying! I learned from last time, I promise. Mom had me wake you up so she can explain some rules she wants us to follow. She’s not going to go because she and Asgore have a meeting with the humans.”

“No Mom or Asgore? Oh, that just means rules to ignore and say we listened to.” I smile mischievously as I stand up, tucking my oversized purple t-shirt into my black leggings.

“Exactly.” We walk from my room into the living room, where Toriel, our mother, sits in her chair, waiting for us. Asriel sits on the floor. I fix his flower crown again, which has somehow become lopsided again, and lean against the wall.

“So, I’m assuming Asriel told you?” I nod, smiling widely. “I thought so. I do have some rules you need to follow, as I will not be there. First off, no getting way too drunk. I don’t need to deal with you two having massive hangovers in the morning. A bit of alcohol is fine, but you two do know your limits.” By that, she means that Azzy could have one drink and I can have like, two or three bottles depending on the type. Asriel looks at the floor sheepishly, probably remembering when Grillby came over and Mom let us try liquor. For an overprotective goat, she does let us have our fun sometimes.

“Two, Frisk especially, don’t exhaust your magic. I don’t want any of them to know you aren’t quite immortal. Some of the.. Meaner ones may try to exploit that and I don’t want to lose you.” That one, I’m listening to. I don’t wanna die anytime soon.

“And finally, number three. This is the most important one of the rules I have set out for you. Stay away from the Death Brothers. Especially the older one, Sans.”

“Why? And I thought the older one never went to the parties.”

“As I said. Frisk, you’re not quite immortal. They are the gods of death, and Sans has quite a.. morbid sense of humor. There is always a possibility, as Papyrus likes to force him to go every so often.”

“Okay! Thank you so much, Mama!” I give her a hug and Asriel and I go to our room to talk.”Okay. Metta said the party began at nine, right?”

“Yep.”

“Cool. Imma sleep. I’ll be up at around 5 and we can start getting ready then.”

“Seriously? It’s 7:30.”

“Yeah, and I stayed up all night, listening to the Stardrakes argue at the meeting. I wanna relax before we go so I don’t look pissed to be there.” Stardrakes are annoying. Even I hate their puns, and that’s saying something. I’ve heard they’re not as bad as the Snowdrakes that Moldessa, the goddess of weather, has to deal with, though.

And with that, I go to sleep.

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True to my word, I wake up shortly before 5. Asriel and I happily get ready,

Asriel decides to wear a nice pastel yellow button down and bleached jeans. He also ties his hair into a ponytail much like Asgore does. An odd decision, in my opinion, as he rarely wears his hair up, but he looks nice. I keep adjusting his crown because it goes wonky every so often, even without him moving.

I choose a simple dress Muffet made for me a while back. The short sleeved, v-necked, and flowy dress is cinched at the waist, goes down to my knees, and has gorgeous fabric that reflects the night sky. My short, bobbed brown hair is brushed carefully and tied into a half ponytail, the Silent Echos crown sitting carefully on my head. 

We wave goodbye to our mom as we walk up Mt. Ebott. Asriel or I would’ve just teleported the both of us, but it’s twilight and that’s difficult when it isn’t quite day or night. 

As we arrive at the entrance to the summit of Mt. Ebott, Asriel stops. Being the caring sister I am, I turn and smirk. 

“Don’t be chicken all of a sudden, Azzy. Maybe that Goddess of Anger you like will be there.”

“Sorry. It’s just.. I’m surprised Mom actually let us go.”

“Well, we are 23 now. She had to let us go sooner or later. After all, even for a god, we’re adults, capable of making our own decisions!” I walk back to him and hold out a hand. “Come on. I’m supposed to be the lazy, unsure of everything twin. Besides, We’ve wanted to go to one of these for the better part of 8 years. We get to experience a party of the gods and maybe even see what those Death Gods look like. Remember, I have a 30 G bet to win.”

He takes my hand. “I still think they’ll look more like monsters than humans. Nearly all gods and goddesses do.”

“We’ll see. Now, let's eat way too much and pretend we know how to dance!” We laugh and begin to walk through Mt. Ebott as the sun disappears fully, not to reappear until morning. I spot the Pavilion, which is where Mettaton said the party was being held, and point it out to Asriel before smirking. “Race ya!” I bolt off, teleporting forward in short bursts and arriving quickly, leaning against a wall. Asriel isn’t far behind me, being in the incredible shape he’s in compared to me.

“That’s unfair.”

“I didn’t establish any rules, now did I? Now come on, slowpoke!” We step into the party and I’m caught with a sense of awe. Everything is wonderfully decorated, though to be honest, I’m more surprised everything isn’t pink and glittery since Mettaton put it together. 

I notice the Entertainment God near the buffet table and make my way over to him. Asriel makes a beeline towards Chara, the Goddess of Anger and War. He 100% has a thing for her. Smiling, I tap Mettaton on the shoulder. He doesn't move. I clear my throat. Is Mr High And Mighty ignoring me? I smile and try again.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you know where Mettaton might be? I wanted to introduce myself.” That turns him around real quick. 

His dark pink eyes look angry for a moment before he realizes it’s just me. He scoops me up into a hug and twirls me around before putting me down.

“Frisk, Darling! Your mother actually let you come?”

“Yep! Azzy sweet-talked her into it. She had a meeting with some humans and Asgore, so she couldn’t come and watch us- er, enjoy the party along with us.”

“Well, I’m so glad you could come. Enjoy yourself, okay?” Mettaton gives me one last hug before walking off, probably to find his cousin Napstablook. Being the person I am, I quickly become unsettled by how overwhelming the party is. I turn to the buffet table and grab a Cinnamon Bunny and a handful of chocolate candies before leaning against a wall and eating my wonderful find while watching Asriel try to dance. It’s hilarious. I also notice Undyne, Shyren, MK, and a few others that have visited the house before and debate talking to them. Then I remember that in order to do that, I’d have to delve into the crowd and interact with multiple people. I shudder. Ew. Why did I want to come here again?

I choose to ignore how overwhelmed and uncomfortable I am and decide to just watch and eat.

As I lean the good lean and finish off the CinnaBun and most of the candy, I feel an uncomfortable presence in the shadows of one of the pillars holding the pavilion up. It’s a nearby one, and when I look over towards it, I notice people nearby subconsciously avoiding said pillar. Curious, I walk up to it and notice a short skeleton with a seemingly permanent smile wearing a black hoodie and jeans leaning against the pillar. He has an ominous aura, which only makes me more interested. I walk right up to him and smile half heartedly. He looks slightly startled when he notices me.

“Someone seems uncomfortable. Ya not like parties or something?”

“You look just as out of place as I do.”

“Good point. I’ve just realized that I don’t like large crowds.”

“I’ve never seen you at one of these before.”

“Probably because I’ve never been to one of these before. Mom normally doesn’t let Azzy and I go to them. So, why are you sticking close to the darkness? That’s normally my job.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I’m the goddess of Night and Darkness. It’s literally my branding.”

The skeleton is genuinely confused and somehow raises an eyebrow. “Since when is there a goddess of Night and Darkness?”

“Since I came of age, as far as I’m aware.”

“What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Frisk.” I exaggerate a bow. “You?”

“Sans, the god of death."

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“Sans, the god of death. The older one, that is.” I nod. So they’re skeletons. Is that more human or monster, though? I’m sure I can argue it in my favor.

“Ah. No wonder I’ve never seen you visit the house. Mom always sends me to my room when you and your brother come over for meetings and stuff. Is your brother a skeleton, too?”

“Yep. Who’s this mom you keep speaking of? Last I checked, most immortals don’t really have family, except for Paps and I.”

“Well, I have a twin brother, Asriel. He’s around here somewhere, probably with Chara. He’s the God of Day and Light and looks a lot like Mom. Our mother is Toriel, Goddess of Life.” When I tell him who my mom is, he seems to focus his gaze to where my SOUL would be if it was visible to the naked eye.

“Are you sure you’re a goddess? It seems you are only immortal if you’re unharmed.” My eyes widen.

“SHH!” I look around. Luckily, people don’t want to go near the pillar surrounded by dark energy. I lower the volume of my voice, “Listen, Mom doesn’t want people to know that. As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m perfectly immortal, and it would be great if you didn’t tell anyone I can die, cool?” He nods once. I hate how serious I sound, so I decide to stop. “I’m dead serious.”

To my surprise, the skeleton laughs. I laugh with him, of course. I’m entitled to a laugh at my own joke. “That one never gets old. Don’t worry, your little secret is safe with me.”

“How did you know I could die?”

“A special gift of mine. I can search a SOUL for all possible ways someone could die. Your list didn’t include old age or any sort of sickness, but it did include injury and poison. That and the void behind the list was a deep red color. A truly immortal person wouldn’t have a list, just an empty void of stupidly bright white.”

“Your brother got that little gift? From what I’ve heard, he can’t keep secrets very well.” Then again, I’ve heard that the older one was evil, but here we are.

“Nope. I’m just special.”

“K. Random question. Try to follow what I’m saying here. Do you ever just want to gently place your hands on someone's cheeks” I look almost wistful, and skeleboi looks confused as fuck. Perfect. “And hold their head in their hands, look into their eyes,” my voice dips suddenly. “And then violently jerk their head at a right angle and snap their neck?”

He laughs for a while. “Well, that took an unexpected turn.”

I snicker. “Yeah, well so did their neck.” That sets us both off. I’m holding my stomach. Sans is using the pillar for support. I think we get a few confused stares, but I don't think either of us care at the moment.

He chokes out two words between laughs. “I-’m… dying..!”

“So are they!” We both laugh even harder. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around, still having a hard time breathing. “Hey, bro.” I take a moment to regain my breath.

“Sup?”

“Have you seen Chara? She just disappeared.”

“Maybe she had to take a piss or something. Also, you owe me 30 G.”

“What?”

“The Death brothers are skeletons. Humans have skeletons inside of them. Therefore, I win!”

Asriel raised an eyebrow. “How the- Who’s behind you?”

“Sans. Sans the Skeleton. Pay up. I know you have your wallet on you.”

“Didn’t Mom say-”

“Ah, fuck that! We both aren’t following rules, Mr. Golden Flower Child. Don’t think I didn’t notice the giant flower you grew over there. Sure seems like a big exhaustion of your powers, especially since it's nighttime.” I gesture towards a giant Bleeding Heart flower bush that wasn’t there before holding out my hand expectantly. “Now pay up."

He sighs and hands me 30 G. “You better not talk to him for too long. You know how Mom is.”

“You know he’s right behind me, right?” Asriel rolls his eyes and continues his search for Chara. I turn towards Sans. “Thank you for being a skeleton! I am now richer for it.”

“You two made a bet on what my bro and I looked like?”

“We were like, 12 when we made it. I thought you’d look more human. He thought you’d look more like a monster. You being a skeleton let me twist it to my favor.”

“You’re welcome, then.”

“I’m honestly confused. I’ve been told all my life that you’re an unlikable person with a morbid sense of humor that would kill me for the laughs. That seems just a bit off, ya know? Your sense of humor isn’t THAT morbid.”

The white lights inside his eyes roll around. A form of rolling his eyes?

“Thanks. And Tori makes me, at least, sound scary to everyone. I think it’s to protect the others, but it isn’t the best strategy. It took Papyrus forever to make a friend.”

“That makes sense.”

In the distance, I hear a loud “NYEH HEH HEH!” That is quickly getting closer. I look behind me to see a tall skeleton walking our way.

“Is that your brother?”

“Yup.”

“Are you sure you’re not his half brother?” I smirk, and Sans rolls his eyes, his own smile widening.