Frisk walked back into their new home, shaking slightly from the encounter. They took a deep breath as they sat down.

They spide their drawing material, a couple pieces of paper and a pack of fat wax crayons. They tipped them all onto the table. Red, blue, orange, purple, gray, black, brown, green, yellow... it was a pretty good selection.

They had obviously been used before, blunt tips and scratches on the sides- could've the children Toriel have mentioned before have used these as well? For some reason it made Frisk feel very uncomfortable, almost as if they were following in the footsteps of someone who died.

They decided not to think about about any further but couldn't help thinking about something else- the green and yellow crayons were especially blunt, and the brown and red one was pretty well used as well. Did somebody wear a lot of yellow and green

Frisk decided to take their mind off it by exploring the house. They poked their head through doors and opened every drawer to see what was inside. It was also quite fun trying on all these kid and started twirling around like they had seen proper ballerinas do. They kept crashing into things though so Frisk decided perhaps being a ballerina wasn't for them.

They slipped the ballet pumps off and put them in their rightful place and curled up in the chair near the fireplace, dozing off eventually.

Somebody was laughing and clapping, their figure was blurry but looked familiar.

In front of them there was somebody in a tutu with their hair swept up in a bun and a pair of ballet pumps on their feet. They were doing proper pirouettes and gracefully leaping around the room. They finally came to a stop and did a curtsey. The figure clapped harder.

''Amazing! Where did you get so much talent?'' they asked.

The person with the bun looked at them. ''I've been going to ballet classes for 3 and half hours every Saturday and Sunday since I was 4,'' they spoke, their voice was female and and very confident.

''Oh no wonder you're... on pointe,'' spoke the other figure. The girl tilted her head slightly. ''I have to admit, all those ballet classes are really keeping you on your toes.''

''I'm not particularly one for puns, especially these types of ones, but I'll have to admit it's clever how quickly you think of them, you can probably think one up for any occasion,'' the girl said.

''I've never thought of it like that... well anyway, is there any reason why you do ballet so much?'' said the other figure.

The girl was silent for a second before speaking.

''It's always been a passion of mine, I always get lost in the music, it's almost like I'm telling a story through movement. I think it's unfair some people can't even stretch their legs or raise a finger and sometimes get weighed down by the shackles of reality. That's why I dance so much- I want to make people like them feel better and show them there's a better way,'' said the girl, ''and I refuse to let them down.''

The figure was quiet for a moment.

''You know, you have a lot of integrity.''

''What's that?''

''The quality of being honest and having strong moral principles.''

''Huh...guess I kinda do in a way.''

''You really do in a lot of ways, now do you want some pie... I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name already.''

''That's OK, it's hard to remember someone's name at first. My name is Jade.''

''My child I'm back!''

Frisk opened an eye, they were still on the chair. That was a very odd dream, Frisk wasn't quite sure what is was supposed to be.

They looked at Toriel and walked over, pulling a puzzled face.

''My child is there something on your mind?'' she asked, putting a bag on the table and turning around to face them again.

Frisk signed 'I had an odd dream.'

Toriel seemed to know sign language was. ''Well all dreams are odd really, they're just taking things out of your mind and putting them in a different perspective, almost like their mixing them up to make some sort of weird movie,'' she said.

Frisk shook his head. 'No, it was weird like...it had actually happened before,' they signed.

''Hmm...perhaps you could tell me about it?'' Toriel asked.

'It's hard to explain.'

''Then why don't you draw a picture?'' she suggested. Her eyes lit up. ''Actually I thought because you like drawing I'd get you some more art materials so feel free to do whatever you want for it.'' She walked into the kitchen to do some washing up.

Frisk gave a nod and began drawing. Only seeing everything as blurry in the dream they made a rough outline. In the end they had one person who looked strangely like Toriel and another wearing a ballerina outfit. They went into the kitchen and help up the picture to Toriel.

She dropped the plate she was cleaning.

''Oh dear, look at the mess I've made,'' she said,grabbing a dustpan and brush and bending down to sweep it up, not looking Frisk in the eyes. ''I'm sorry it's just that picture...reminded of someone but never mind-''

'Was their name Jade?' Frisk signed.

Toriel was silent for a moment. ''Yes,'' she said, ''yes it was.''

Meanwhile

Muffet pulled the next batch of muffins out.

They were a big and had an odd brownish colour to them. A spider leg or two stuck out of each one.

''And that's why you don't mix up the dried cherries and the dried mangoes,'' she said to a group of spiders watching her. ''Unless you want to end up in the next batch.''

She started placing the cupcakes on a cooling rack with on arm, another sticking a cake tester in each one, another two holding a bowl while icing sugar was sifted into it, one packing icing bags full of frosting, one already piping frosting on an earlier batch of muffins, one placing a caramelized spider on top of each one and the last one mopping her brow as she worked.

A spider pushed it's way out of the group and landed on Muffet's shoulder, holding a telegram.

''Ooh the Ruin reports?'' she said and used the tow arms which used to be placing the cupcakes and holding the cake tester to put on a pair of eight lens glasses and hold up the telegram.

''OK, OK...'' she muttered, ''...oh, how very interesting.''

The spiders watching her gave a puzzled look.

''It seems somebody is too refined for our taste, walked straight into our bake sale and didn't buy anything. Was it really that hard to help out a spider?''

Muffet's only free arm, slammed its fist on the counter, making the group jump.

''Well, well, well... it seems we're just going to have to pay them a visit and show them how much effort goes into our pastries, maybe they'd like to be part of it themselves,'' the purple spider spoke smoothly. Then she started repeatedly banging her fist on the spiders scuttled away.

When Muffet had finally finished her temper tantrum she sighed and finished icing the muffins. Then she leant against the counter, chin resting 0n her hand.

''Howdy!''

Muffet looked around to see a gold and white flower in front of her.

''Hello...''

''Now I couldn't help hearing your little 'conversation' back there, this fellow sounds real terrible doesn't he?'' Flowey said.

Muffet gave a nod.

''But what if I was to tell you that they were a human?''

Muffet eyes widened.

''Yeah, if you were to report them and get them captured...who knows how much gold you'll get?'' he continued.

You could almost see the huge pile of good in Muffet's eyes until she looked back to Flowey.

''And why are you telling me all this?'' she asked.

''Oh nothing, just wanted to help someone out, and anyway, what would a flower want with gold?'' Flowey responded.

Muffet looked thoughtful for a second. ''Well thank you Mr Flower, I'll be sure to do so! In fact, I'm off now!''

Muffet pulled of her apron and walked out the room.

''Happy travels!'' Flowey called out after them. He grinned maliciously and popped back under the ground.

The next day

Frisk yawned and sat up.

They were sitting in their new bed in their new bedroom in their new home.

Pulling off the pajamas that were slightly to big for them and putting on their usual brown shorts as well as their magenta and blue striped sweater, Frisk spied a piece of cinnamon and butterscotch pie with a note read 'HERE'S SOME SWEET PIE FOR MY SWEETIE PIE'.

Frisk wrapped it up in tissue and headed out the house, deciding to go on another walk. It was the most interesting thing they could think of doing. They set out, nibbing their pie and walking everywhere they hadn't thought they had been yet.

It was when Frisk was walking they heard it.

It was a kind of crashing and grinding noise, and it kept going. Deciding to investigate, Frisk began listening carefully and began walking to the source of the noise. What they saw was... the exit of the Ruins.

The noise continued, growing louder each time. Frisk wondered what could be making that noise.

It sounded like someone was trying to break through.