This chapter is more or less filler. Actually, it's pretty filler. I try not to make everything pointless, however, cuz why not? There is some very valuable information wrapped up like a burrito. It's not all filler basically.

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Mettaton had engulfed Frisk in a hug so tight she could hardly breathe. Her face was pressed against his black armor and she quickly hugged him back, hoping to see the light of day before he suffocated her. After having a panic attack the compressing feeling wasn't welcome. Her arms were tense and rigid, and she barely managed a smile against him even though he couldn't really feel it. He could definitely feel the tension between them though, and reluctantly let go, concerned.

"Sorry darling, I was so excited to see that you are okay!" Mettaton hurriedly apologized, smiling down at her. He held her shoulders loosely, waiting for a response.

She looked up at him and smiled back to signal that it was fine, but his face twisted into a look of horrified shock, and he pulled his arms back to himself.

Now Frisk was confused, and her smile faded, which caused the morphed, twisted grin to blurr out of Mettaton's head. He took a couple deep breaths, smiling again.

Finally he managed to push the wicked, dust covered smile out of his mind and looked back down at her, quickly processing and excuse for his reaction. He patted her head, letting out a scoff. "I know you fell, but that is no excuse to let your hair be and utter mess!"

The child was confused, and it showed on her face, but when she reached up to pat her head she realized it was a mess. Some tangle mess. She flushed, glancing down. Had it really been that long since her friends had a sleepover and saw her morning self?

They had all gotten awfully busy, spending plenty of couple time together.

Frisk knew exactly what that was because Undyne wasn't very good at explaining things quietly that she gets excited about. It wasn't like the whole school didn't talk about it all the time either.

Finally, getting sick of waiting, Undyne shoved her way around the robot, who was still standing there dumbstruck. She stood beside him, hands on her hips, and looked Frisk up and down. "Punk, you look awful!" There was no hesitation in the fluid movement of her sweeping Frisk up and a chokehold and nooging her.

That feeling wasn't welcome, especially when her head was sore from falling down the stairs, a fact Undyne had seemed to forget until Frisk let out a small whimper. She immediately released her bestie, apologizing.

She felt extremely guilty, so it was a relief when Frisk smiled up at her, and then engulfed her in an adorable little hug. Undyne put her hands up in reflex, not wanting to hurt anyone again, and Frisk thought it was pretty funny. She let out an amused chuckle.

Undyne froze in place, her eyes wide. Mettaton raised a brow, but she couldn't stop the ridged shiver that ran up her spine at the wicked laugh an innocent chuckle had turned into. She took a slow breath and looked down, patting her friend's head, and apologizing again. "Sorry, punk. Didn't mean to give you that hard of a noogie."

Once again Frisk laughed, causing Undyne to momentarily pause before both broke awake, each feeling especially awkward. Undyne was frozen stiff, actually, remembering the nightmare that plagued her sleep. As Mettaton and Frisk continued to talk she managed to snap out of it and focus on reality.

Both of the tall monsters looked at eachother, each exchanging nervous glances, one thought trailing through their head. Was it a hallucination, or were they both freaking?

Frisk coughed.

Mettaton jarred and then laughed, patting Frisk on the back. "Darling, love you too, but I need to move or else the others will catch a chill!" Frisk had given him a quick make-up hug for the awkward one earlier, but stepped aside to let the others in.

"Y-yes please," Alphys stuttered, stepping into the cozy house with an awkward smile. She almost screamed when Undyne picked her up in a mad dash, having forgot about her wife. The almost scream turned into an adorable anime sound, and both of the monsters blushed.

Everybody awkwardly looked away. Yeah, they were very cute, but when they smooched it was too much. Eventually Undyne let Alphys down but still held her hand.

This inspired Papyrus, who had let himself in last and gently closed the door. He snuck up behind Frisk and swooped her up in his arms. "HUMAN, I WAS VERY WORRIED FOR YOU! METTATON INFORMED ME THAT ASGORE CALLED AND SAID YOU WERE HURT AND I WANTED TO MAKE YOU SPAGHETTI, BUT HE SAID WE SHOULD HURRY SO YOU DON'T MISS US!"

Frisk giggled and signed. 'Thanks Papyrus, glad you hurried, though I would have loved spaghetti!' Papyrus beamed in response, and eventually Frisk had to ask him to put her down. Once again the constricting arms were scaring her, and this time her feet weren't even on the ground. Her toes were inches away, considering Papyrus was almost as tall as Asgore.

Her put her down with another quick squeeze, feeling very protective of her for some reason. It might have been the nightmares that caused it, but that was unlikely. He was trying to care for his friend, and pushing any bad thoughts to the back of his head. No sense to be scared when you can be happy!

It seemed everybody else was jumpy, however. Nobody could be as optimistic as him of course.

Undyne was still chilled, though she was able to function. When Frisk giggled or chuckled, it sent a shiver up her spine. It sounded creepy and maniacal almost, with barely a hint of the usual girly manner that made it adorable. Though, of course, there was the breaking soul behind that laugh. She could almost see the tears streaming down Frisk's face as they had been in that dream….

Mettaton was rather perplexed as well, because Frisk's smile was simply menacing. It would be perfectly okay for a moment, and then his mind would morph the sweet, innocent grin into a pitiful thing. Almost like they were trying to hold back tears, while still grinning malevolently. He couldn't help but be creeped out by the whole matter. He knew Papyrus had a nightmare too, though of what type he didn't know, but Undyne was acting strange too. Now that he thought about it, everybody had acted differently at some point….

Alphys had been working on meeting people's gazes. In order to do that she would focus on what color their eyes were, and then fear would keep her from looking away. Frisk was easiest, considering they were similar in height, and her eyes were a warm, kind brown, with a bit of red color. Frisk normally had her eyes closed partway, but today they looked redder. Almost to an extreme….

Toriel and Asgore had seen the same thing. Except Toriel's version of the smile was ridden with tears, and Asgore's had tears running through the dust. They both talked to each other about it, knowing what keeping secrets and feelings did in their past, and to say they were creeped out would be fairly accurate. Especially as it haunted them each time their child smiled.

Papyrus was as cool as ever, ignoring the tearful face that popped into his mind.

But Sans hadn't changed one bit. Each time he looked at Frisk, the memories would come swirling back. They haunted him day and night, and he could never forgive that. Not when they still existed.

Overall, Frisk noticed something was off.

Everybody was standing in a big cluster near the front door. Frisk was somewhere near the middle, crowded by tall and wide monsters. Nobody seemed to consider how awkward Frisk was feeling, until finally Toriel coughed.

"I'm sorry, I'm rather tired today. In fact….it seems like everyone is rather out of it." She noticed this when it took everyone a couple seconds to look her way. "It is a rather gloomy day today. Asgore made plenty of tea, at the rate Frisk was going. Why don't you come help yourselves?"

This really woke everybody up. Even the idea of Asgore's tea had their mouths watering, and they all hurried to the rather large kitchen. It was built to suit Asgore, who was rather huge, and Toriel practically lived there, so they had it built rather large. Monster-sized, one might call it.

There were a couple extra tall stools around the center island made mostly for Frisk, but Alphys and Sans liked to use them too. You can't have a group of friends without there being a short one. There is always a short one.

Undyne was leaning against the fridge, resting her hands behind her scaly head, her callused fingers interwoven in the bright red hair. She knew just how to put it up to either look scary, or simply gorgeous. But either way, Alphys still stared at her wife in awe.

She still couldn't wrap her head, even being a scientist, around the fact that the strong warrior loved her. She smiled to herself, and leaned on the smooth counter. It was freshly polished, and she could almost see her reflection in the beautiful granite.

There was so much beauty above ground.

But even below ground they had stood united because of Frisk, so it was still very unnerving to be having nightmares about her. They were all very terrified of it.

"Alright. 8 cups of tea coming up? Unless you want another one, Frisk." Asgore was holding the large tea pot, and glanced towards Frisk, who shook her head. She was feeling better for the most part, and pretty full.

There was a lot of tea in her small little belly.

Asgore passed out the tea in coffee cups. They all had beautiful floral patterns, except for the two that said "Dad" and "Mom." Frisk, with the help of Chara had made them.. Asgore had fallen in love with tea cups the first time he saw them, but soon discovered that his paws, as well as most monster's, were too big to handle them. He mourned for a week over that broken cup.

Frisk smiled fondly at the memory, staring down at the counter. She ran her finger over the intricate patterns, still trying to understand why exactly everyone was acting weird. When the thought hit her, she almost had another panic attack, and the smile was instantly gone, her finger halting in it's twisting path.

The nightmares…

Chara! CHARA! Frisk called out to her friend, opening a door between them. Everybody was sipping their tea and chatting quietly between savor the golden flavour, so they didn't notice her mood change.

FRISK WHAT. WHAT'S HAPPENING? Chara screamed at Frisk, and the poor girl almost fell off her chair.

Don't scream at me please there are people around. Frisk begged, though she had almost sent herself flying off the chair with her revelation.

Okay….sorry? You seemed scared. The sudden jolt of fear Chara had felt from Frisk was very startling, but she may have overreacted a tad. She was already flying back from her hiding place.

She had been sitting under a tree that the girls had visited when they were younger. It was a great safehaven for them both when they wanted to get away from the chaos of the huge move, as well as stressed out monsters, which were not fun.

Everybody has been acting really weird. I had hit my head so I thought th-Frisk tried to explain, but was hastily interrupted.

You hit your head?! Frisk, what happened?! Chara's worry flooded through the door, and Frisk immediately shrunk the opening, not wanting to share that feeling. She already had enough of her own, and it was slightly overwhelming.

She briefly explained to Chara that she fell down the stairs, and Asgore had everyone come over while she recovered, which only took about 10 minutes considering she had hit her head pretty hard. Anyway, Chara, they were acting weird, and I just connected it to the nightmares. They all seem really uncomfortable, and things are awfully quiet.

That would make sense. I'll be there soon. Chara quieted, probably focusing on floating her way back. She was brainstorming the possibilities, but still chuckled when Frisk's thought came through to her a bit later.

Frisk nodded, and zoned back into reality. Alphys was staring at her and as she looked around, she realized everybody else was too. ohcraphowmuchdidImiss!?

Good job.

"Um, I thought you didn't want anymore tea…?" Asgore coughed, raising an eyebrow.

Slightly confused, Frisk nodded again to cover it up. They figured she was just being silly, and shrugged it off.

"So what happened? I-is Frisk okay?" Alphys awkwardly shifted on her chair, trying to bring up conversation. She didn't mind silence, but no one else was bringing up the question that really worried her.

Toriel smiled to herself.

"Frisk is alright. She had some tea, which helped her headache. She misplaced her footing on the steps, and then ended up tumbling down the stairs. She hit her head really hard, but other than that we are very lucky she didn't break anything!"

'I'll definitely have some bruises though,' Frisk signed.

"WELL WE WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE ALL BETTER!" Papyrus laughed. "WITH LOTS OF LOVE! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Frisk smiled and continued signing. 'I need to go get dressed. I look pretty shaken up right now I think.'

"Oh nah, Punk, you're good." Undyne waved her hand in dismissal. It seemed like she was trying to make up for calling the kid awful, but Mettaton clicked his tongue.

"Don't lie to Frisk, Undyne sweetie. Don't lie to yourself either," this caused her to growl, "she does need some fixing up right now!"

Mettaton went and grabbed a strand of hair, pulling it out from Frisk's head. Apparently it was pretty knotty, as Undyne actually subsided. Frisk took that as dismissal. She hopped down from her chair and rushed to the stairs, making sure to walk up them at a normal pace.

Apparently stairs and panic attacks don't work well. Frisk momentarily wondered how she would have explained collapsing before the stairs, or making it down them and falling afterwards. Even though she still ached a bit, it was probably a streak of luck that she did fall down the stairs.

After she left conversation had picked up, and she closed to the door to her room, staring at the atrocious mess.

Her blankets were strewn across the floor between her bed and the door. It was another miracle she had managed to not faceplant on the door knob. Originally her room room was pretty messy. There wasn't much point to cleaning it when it would just get messy again. She tried to keep things organized, but the floor was open game to whatever useless junk was swept off any surface.

Her desk was perfect, though there was dusty bits. It was a dark wood, polished to a shine that was almost as effective as the elegantly shaped mirror perched on the vertical surface. She always like that desk. It was very nice and comforting to look at. It was earthy in a way that reminded her of the Underground.

Chara was sitting in the chair, staring at the mirror. Not her reflection, but just the mirror. Frisk was the only thing that could see her. Not even dead things were able to reflect her appearance. The girl had no idea what she looked like, but somehow managed to stay sane. Frisk had no idea what she would do without mirrors, honestly.

"So, what's been happening over here?" Chara asked, turning around as gracefully as a dancer. She was floating, and her legs now went through back the chair. Frisk almost giggled until Chara let out a very surprised gasp. "You look awful! Now I'm really curious! Sit down and brush your hair, young lady, as you explain to me why you left your room looking like crap!" She was doing a great job of lightening the mood.

Now Frisk actually giggled.. It was more annoyed than anything, but she obliged and sat down. Sure enough, her eyes were still slightly red, and rather wide because of her reaction to the whole appearance. Her hair was in knots that had been roughly patted down by Mettaton.

Well, I fell down the stairs.

"Yes you told me that. Why, Frisk."

I may or may not have had a panic attack after you left.

"And I may or may not murder you if you don't give me more details," Chara was frowning at Frisk now, a real glimmer of determination showing in her eyes.