It had been three months since Frisk had returned to the surface. Life was… The same. Frisk had the burning desire to do what they had attempted to do before. It ended in failure and abandoned friendships. And life back home was awful. An abusive father and an annoying sibling who their parents obviously loved more. They didn't even seem to know they were missing for that long week. Frisk thought it was the longest most stressful week of their life. They still had the death of someone's life on their mind.

Frisk sighed as they sat at the dinner table with her parents and younger sibling. Frisk slowly ate their food. Their hair now reached their shoulders as it had grown over the time.

"Frisk, isn't your sixteenth birthday arriving?" Their mother spoke.

"Um… It's this weekend mom…" They quietly responded.

Frisk's mother seem to care the most for them. She recalled important events for them and reminded them to take care of themselves. Perhaps she really cared or maybe it was just for her image.

"Hm… Okay. You'll be getting new clothes. I'm tired of seeing you in those rags." She stated nonchalantly.

"Does she really deserve that, Karen?" Frisk's father said his input.

He hit Frisk a lot. Whenever he spoke to them, he was being condescending or yelling at them. Whenever their mother suggested something even remotely good for Frisk, he denied it.

"Yeah! Save the money for my birthday. It's obviously more important." She smiled at Frisk.

Frisk's twelve year old sister always did terrible things. And somehow Frisk always got blamed for it. Frisk believed their parents loved her more. Sometimes it was very easy to tell.

Their mother shook her head. "I'm getting them clothes. It's final."

"And why do you keep calling her a 'they'. She's one person." Frisk's father questioned.

"It's what… They… Prefer." Her mother responded. "I don't really get it, but it makes them happy."

"Well, since you're buying her things… Get her dresses. She needs them." He pointed at his oldest daughter. "That's how you use the word 'them'."

"Dad, please… I don't like to wear dresses." Frisk tried to reason.

"You're a lady and you're going to dress and act like one." He yelled.

Frisk looked down. They began to eat their food. "Sorry… Yes, sir."

Frisk got up after finishing and went to their room. Soon after their mother came in. "Frisk…"

They had their face in their pillow. "Yes, mom?"

"I know you don't like dresses, but… Will you wear one on your birthday? For your father?"

Frisk looked over at their mom. "I'd rather wear it for you…"

She smiled. "That's fine too. Thank you." She left the room.

Frisk turned over and sighed. The weekend came and it was their birthday. So far it was horrible. Their mother had to work so they were stuck at home with their father and sister. He had hit them for how old they were as they did every year. They had a friend that use to do that, but it had a different feeling. Though both hurt physically, it sent a different feeling emotionally.

Frisk eventually escaped and found themselves at Mount Ebott yet again. Their dress had been ripped since their journey up the mountain. They looked over the entrance to the Underground. It didn't kill them the first time, why would it now? Perhaps they're going to do it just to hurt themselves this time. Maybe see their… Friends? Would they even like Frisk after they left them all under there? Before Frisk could even back down, their hand slipped and it sent them falling down the hole yet again.

This time, they hit their head and passed out in the middle of the entrance. Though they eventually woke up. They slowly opened their eyes before sitting up. "Uhg…"

They looked forward and saw a familiar talking flower, though he was a bit tattered now. "You're… back?"

Frisk scooted away quickly. "Fl- Flowey…"

He frowned as he heard Frisk's voice for the first time in months. "You spared me."

Frisk looked at him. "Y- yeah." They smiled.

"Don't look at me like that." He shook his head. "I'm not going to interact with you this time. He disappeared into the ground.

"Oh…" They stood up and walked into the ruins.