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As her 17th birthday wound down, December "Dess" Holiday got drunk.
In a drunken stupor, she went to Asgore's truck, and decided to drive it.
...
Too slow.
She stepped on the gas, and it flew. Not literally, but she sure felt i-
-Asgore was there, right in her path.
Him and his massive size... uh oh.
He had his back turned, too, and didn't turn even when she honked the horn, braking hard.
CRASH!
"...owwwww..."
Turns out crashing a car makes you sober. Who knew?
But her antlers were stuck in something.
Something... soft.
With effort, and lots of pain, she removed her antlers from the surface.
Red liquid dropped from above, like a fountain.
She looked up, but it was too late.
The person she'd run over, and unintentionally stabbed with those ever-sharp antlers, turned to dust.
And the massive Piles of Asgore's Dust scattered, with her accidentally breathing some of it in.
She ran.
Ultimately, she found herself lost in the forest.
This was fine, though.
If nobody could find her, nobody could punish her for what she'd don-
She slipped and fell into darkness.
...
DO NOT DRINK WHILE UNDERAGE.
DO NOT DRIVE WHILE UNDERAGE.
DO NOT DRIVE WHILE DRUNK.
BE GLAD THAT YOU HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE AT LIFE
DECEMBER