Frisk didn't even flinch. Chara was doing the face they remembered could scare grown men into running for their lives, and yet this kid who was younger and smaller than Chara wasn't even flinching.

"You have nice eyes," Frisk responded innocently and Chara's face melted back into its normal state, sputtering for words.

"Wh-What?!" they exclaimed and Frisk smirked, Chara suspected they were trying not to laugh.

"Did you think that would scare me?" they asked and Chara just stared at the younger human, complete disbelief in their eyes.

"Yes!" they yelled and the kid laughed for real. Again, the noise was so pure and innocent that Chara could almost imagine that they weren't in the middle of a war.

"Honestly, it was just really funny, you looked like this," Frisk widened their mouth and stuck their head out, screwing up their nose and making their eyebrows disappear into their bangs, looking utterly ridiculous.

"I did not!" Chara complained, "That face I just made used to make grown men run away from me in fear!"

"Probably in fear of getting barfed on," the medic responded and stood. "I'm going to get you some food, please don't try to lead the tent because either you'll be killed because of your uniform, or you'll collapse before you make it two feet." With that, Frisk was gone, leaving Chara spluttering and staring at the entrance to the tent.

"I'm sorry my Queen, it was too late," The guard said, bowing their head. Queen Toriel couldn't believe it, just like that she had lost both of her children to a war. Ariel and Chara, both dead.

"Did you at least bring back the body?" Asgore asked, trying to mask the distress in his voice. Undyne, the captain of the Royal Guard, shook her head.

"There wasn't enough time sir, we were retreating when they got caught by a grenade." The soldier did a good job of trying to hide it, but Toriel could hear the trembling emotion in her voice. Undyne had spent years coming by the castle while they were still underground. Undyne was almost as much Chara's family as Asriel, and when they had lost Asriel all those months ago Undyne had cried just as much as the rest of the family, although Toriel was sure she would deny that. Now Chara was gone too, and worst of all it had been on Undyne's watch, as far as the soldier was concerned, it was her fault. Asgore bowed his head, as his queen left the room. That night, all the royal family would grieve for the loss of Chara Dreemur.

"What the hell is that!" Chara yelled, staring at the strange white froth Frisk had called 'grits'

"I don't understand what you're complaining about, it's just standard army rations," Frisk said from their perch at the end of the bed, watching as Chara's expression changed from confused to disgusted.

"Army rations?" they asked, "How the hell do you fight on a stomach full of this stuff?" Frisk huffed.

"If you're surprised by this I'd like to see what you guys are eating on the other side," they muttered and Chara glared.

"Well, for starters, actual food," they grumbled. Frisk rolled their eyes. "Second, monster food is different than human food."

"I can imagine, everything over here is freeze dried and salted and just plain disgusting. It's either that or it spoils." Frisk sighed.

"Well that sucks, monster food is made so that it feeds the soul, if you get used to monster food you don't really have to eat for hunger anymore, just to keep your HP up," Chara commented thoughtfully before downing the questionable 'grits.' Frisk frowned.

"HP?" they asked, "and what the heck does 'feed the soul' mean?" Chara laughed softly.

"I keep forgetting you humans haven't had to deal with stuff like that for the last two thousand years. HP stands for HOPE which is how much strength you have left to battle. Monsters bodies are made off of their souls, so instead of having to eat to keep from going hungry they just have to eat to keep their HP 's why when a skeleton eats the food doesn't fall right through them." Chara tried to explain, but more questions just began to swirl around Frisk's mind.

Frisk knit their eyebrows, "You said something about that earlier, something like 'soul magic'? You don't actually mean magic, like wizards and Witches do you?" Frisk asked, but Chara didn't appear to understand the disbelief in the child's voice. They just nodded, like this should be obvious.

"Yes, I mean magic, it's kind of hard to explain, but humans and monsters both have magic, humans have just forgotten about it. Monsters on the other hand continue to thrive with magic as their source." Chara was examining the bandages around their left arm, as Frisk attempted to wrap their head around that.

Magic, was real apparently, and both humans and monsters had it, well that did solve some questions for Frisk. If monsters had magic, that could've been why humans sealed them underground in the first place, they were scared of the monsters' power. Frisk shoved that aside, heal patient now, solve questions about the universe later.

"Okay, moving on, you should probably get some rest, because we're going to have to sneak out of here soon and get you back to your camp," frisk mumbled and reached into their bag for a blanket, Chara blinked.

"Wait What?!" they asked and sat up, wincing as they did so. Chara tried to ignore their swimming vision and the black spots dancing in front of their eyes. Frisk grabbed Chara by the shoulders and lay them back.

"I'm taking you back, you're injured and not on this side of the war. I don't want you to get caught, so I'm taking you back to your camp, wherever it is," Frisk answered, but Chara shook their head.

"If you think I'm just going to tell some random human I just met where my base is, you've got the wrong idea!" they growled, trying to push Frisk away, but their attempts were weak from exhaustion. Frisk sighed.

"It doesn't matter if you tell me or not, I already know where it is," they whispered and Chara stopped struggling.

"You, What?!" Chara yelled and Frisk sighed.

"You aren't the first person I've pulled from the wreckage of something that wasn't on our side. I've found, healed, and returned about two dozen monsters to your camps by now. I don't like seeing anyone hurt, especially people that are so kind and peaceful." Frisk explained, and Chara just stared at them.

"You mean to tell me that you've been rescuing my kind all during this war, and that you haven't told a single soul where the camp is?" they hissed and Frisk nodded.

"No one. I'm the only human who knows, and it's going to remain that way," Frisk's face was firm, planted, determined. Chara knew that all humans had determination, but as far as they had figured having the main trait of Determination was exceptionally rare. If this kid had the same trait, that basically set in stone they were meant to meet.

"Why should I trust you, give me one good reason," Chara demanded and Frisk smiled sadly.

"When I was born both of my parents died, my mom during childbirth, and my father of a broken heart. I spent my life moving from foster home, to foster home, and in every single one I met different people. Some were kind, but the majority were not. Sometimes I was happy, most of the time I was scared, lost, broken, and depressed. I've seen both sides of humanity and firmly believe that every person is like a coin. Both humans and monsters, you've just spent too long looking at the darkside. I will flip the coin until I get the lighter side, no one is inherently evil, not even you. Trust me, because I trust you." Frisk said, Chara blinked. What kind of person was just so upfront about everything? What kind of person just spilled their entire lives in front of you without a second thought? This kid was either the bravest person they'd ever met, or the most stupid, and honestly, It's really hard to not trust someone who would willingly admit that they had spent a portion of their life in depression.

Chara sighed in defeat, "I trust you," they whispered, and Frisk smiled. That smile alone could outshine the sun. They smiled weakly and Frisk placed a blanket over them, tucking Chara in like Toriel used to when they were young.

"Goodnight Chara," Frisk said and sat down in a chair across the tent, pulling out a book from the floor. Chara felt their lips curling into a smile with their own will.

"Night 'kid," they muttered, and closed their eyes.