Frisk stands in the little patch of golden flowers, looking up towards the sunlight above then from way high up. They clutched a little balloon in their hands, a letter tied to its string. The thought of their letter reaching someone on the surface that could potentially be a new friend fills them with determination and they let the balloon fly up towards the opening before folding their hands and praying for someone, anyone, to find it and read the letter.

The humans are the ones underground, not the monsters. Frisk is an orphan with little to no friends, but they love to explore. On one of their explorations they found the golden flowers and the opening above it. This gave them an idea, so they decide to try and send up a letter, hoping to contact the surface (despite being warned that only scary monsters who stole souls lived up there.) Their determination is unwavering as they wait for a reply.