It was such a beautiful day outside. The birds sang and chirped their hearts out, the flowers bloomed, to greet their surroundings above and around them, and yet, something wasn't quite perfect in that flowerbed of gold. For in the very heart of an entrance's door, below a very faint light, held two, unlikely, yet similar, beings: two humans. But how had there been two, if only one had fallen down?! Well, the first one was of a green shirt, with a center stripe of yellow, and a skirt-like pair of shorts of deep-colored brown, floating, much like the figment of a ghost. The second one, had a shirt of blue, with two stripes of purple, with their soul's vessel having to be on the ground, unconscious and unknowing of what may have been circling around them.

The first one waited for the second's awakening. Of course, they didn't really have that much time. They were being exposed in the open for quite some time now, most probably, they would have faded into nowhere. The living figure, then, awoke, having to have, at first sight, a slightly fading human-like figure, floating about two inches off the ground. It may have seemed to surprise the both of them, as they tried to calm their insides down. The first person, with not that much courage, began to greet the human, with, at least, a bit of tranquility.

"Greetings!", she started to stammer.

"I-I am Chara...!"

The human only looked dumbly at the spirit-soul, then started to giggle.

"Are you nervous at the moment? Well, it doesn't matter at this time. We've only met. My name is Frisk!"

The human held her hand for the soul to shake. Of course, who wouldn't accept a handshaking offer? However, in it's climax, Chara wondered why Frisk's name would be such. Surely, there would have been an explanation on why her name would be, well, that "name". Maybe she had a family tradition to name people in her bloodline as such? Or perhaps her family just thought the term may do; as for shorter, clearer, terms, maybe the name fitted her well. Either of which, she may have needed help, since she had fallen in the underground; an underground prison; a vessel of monsters. Yes, they have still lurked in that place, with only a small number of six human souls, whilst they craved for seven, for the destruction of the barrier, not to mention.

A glow, suddenly, shed a little light upon the two. A red soul, but of faint light, with its facade being a cracked figment, revealing the truth that it may shatter into pieces of a variety of sizes.

"Your soul-"

"I-it's alright! It's just a slight crack! It might heal or the next few minutes."

"May I share my soul with yours...?", Chara shyly asked.

Frisk had no idea, in specific, on why she'd ask a side of her soul.

"...what?"

"You see, um, I need someone's soul's space to share with mine. Mine is dying, so..."

Chara only bowed her head in a low state, hoping she'd accept the offer. Surely she would, considering both their souls were broken. Fortunately, her statement was answered with a simple "yes". However, she wasn't that sure if Frisk was being but honest. The answer didn't change, to her surprise. So, as soon as the answer was given and confirmed, she immediately occupied the cracked, useless part of the human's soul, having it full with her side of their soul together.

"Well,", Frisk started.

"After having this...'conflict', as we speak, I am in the needy point of having to be at, well, 'home'!"

"Hmmm,"

Chara thought for a moment, then said with formality, "You'll have to start by walking past that door. Don't worry! Nothing will come here and bite!"

Frisk took a first step, then a second, then started to walk straight to the entrance of a new, yet daring, adventure that was laid out for the two humans.

"You know,", she said again.

"Frisk, did you know you are such a noisy kid?!" Chara complained in compliment.

"Yes, and as I was saying..."

"...The flowers are just so beautiful!...!"