Woshua raised the soapy, blood-stained cloth, heavily panting. A drop of sweat crawled down his head.

He scanned the area of cleaning, looking for any spot of filth that had escaped him. But there was none to be found.

"At last…" the monster spoke.

He wearily set the towel onto the floor.

"It's done!" he proclaimed.

The child looked down at her lower limbs and found that they had been thoroughly cleaned. They were also very soaked, the water dripping off into her shoes.

"I just have one question," Frisk stated. "Where did the scrapes go?"

Her knees were absolutely spotless now, no longer stinging as they once did.

Woshua nodded nonchalantly. "Oh, that was easy. I just used some magic to close them. After all, germs enter your body through wounds… and germs are nasty…"

The monster shuddered at the thought.

"Oh, by the way…" the child stated, having recalled something.

She pulled out her hands, showing off the stains on them. "My hands need to be washed, too."

Woshua's expression immediately changed to one of irritation.

"Oh, come on!"

A quick wash later, Frisk bid the monster goodbye.

The child examined the scenery around her. Some crystals in the water were glowing a bright, fluorescent cyan, giving the water the same color. It looked like it would be really cool to swim in, but Frisk wasn't able to test that out.

The child looked down at the ground and noticed a sole vine trailing off into a corner. It looked similar to the ones that she recalled from the ruins, so it caught her attention.

She curiously followed it, leading her to an area containing a patch of tall grass.

The end of the vine had been wrapped around an object. Frisk managed to free the object from the vine and found that it was a pair of dust-covered ballet shoes, worn-out and suited for human feet.

The child took off her shoe and placed one of the ballet shoes on. Somehow, wearing it made her feel incredibly dangerous, like she could strike someone down with a sharp kick.

The way they had been left behind, wrapped up in the vines like that… it suggested that nobody was going to come back for them. They were hers for the taking.

Frisk swapped the ballet shoe back out with her normal shoe. The pair of ballet shoes was stored in her bag, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone wanted her to have them. Just like that toy knife.

Was it him again, or was it just a coincidence?

As the child returned to the path and walked on, her cell phone rang. She picked up, noticing that the call was from Papyrus.

"HELLO!" the skeleton greeted. "THIS IS PAPYRUS!"

"Hello."

"REMEMBER WHEN I ASKED YOU ABOUT CLOTHES?"

"Yes…?"

"WELL, THE FRIEND WHO WANTED TO KNOW… HER OPINION OF YOU IS VERY… MURDERY."

"Mm hmm." The child understood that already.

"WELL, WORRY NOT, FRISK! PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU! I AM NOT A CRUEL PERSON. I STRIVE TO BE COMFORTING AND PLEASANT. PAPYRUS! HE SMELLS LIKE THE MOON."

"…what does the moon smell like?"

"PROBABLY LIKE ME! SO, BECAUSE OF MY INHERENT GOODNESS… I TOLD HER YOU WERE NOT WEARING A COAT AND A FADED RIBBON, EVEN THOUGH YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE!"

"What did you say instead?" Frisk asked.

"I MADE SOMETHING UP!" Papyrus declared. "I TOLD HER YOU WERE WEARING A STRIPED SHIRT AND A DUSTY TUTU!"

She nearly choked on her own saliva. "…What!?"

"IT PAINED ME TO TELL SUCH A BOLDFACED LIE," the skeleton stated. "I KNOW YOU WOULD NEVER EVER WEAR A STRIPED SHIRT OR A DUSTY TUTU."

"But I am wearing a striped shirt and a dusty tutu."

For a moment, Papyrus was silent.

"…WELL," he eventually continued. "THAT'S AWKWARD. WE'RE… STILL FRIENDS, RIGHT?"

"Yeah!" the child said. "After all, you didn't do anything wrong…"

"YEAH! BEING FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE IS EASY! NO INTENTIONAL BETRAYAL HERE!"

"Okay… if you want to ask any more questions, just call."

"ALRIGHT! GOODBYE FOR NOW!"

"Goodbye."

Click…

The child shook her head. No wonder Undyne had recognized her so quickly.

She wasn't mad at Papyrus for reporting the information to Undyne. She was just absolutely bewildered.

How the heck did he know?

The next room contained a massive pool of water. It seemed rather empty.

That was until Frisk noticed the long, yellow appendage rising out from the water.

As she took a few more steps forward, a second appendage surfaced. It started approached her, seemingly out of curiosity, before submerging again.

Frisk took a step forward. She soon stopped right in her tracks upon noticing the huge shadow appearing in the water.

Her body tensed up as something began to rise from the pool. Her feet stood firm, ready to bolt off at the sight of a foe.

However, very little could prepare her for what had emerged from the watery depths.

A massive, squishy, onion-shaped head slowly arose from the pool. Its eyes were something straight out of a cartoon, as they took up a disproportionate area of the creature's face and were shimmering in over-excitement. A prominent blush was rushing through the creature's cheeks.

Frisk was frozen in… in… she wasn't sure. Probably something between terror and sheer confusion. This was the last thing she had expected to find down here in the underground.

"Hey… there…" the creature greeted in a high-pitched voice. "Noticed you were... here…"

Frisk was currently at a lost for words. "Uhh… hi?"

The creature's face changed into an expression of pure joy. It seemed to be pretty lonely before Frisk came along.

It eagerly introduced itself. "I'm Onionsan! Onionsan, y'hear! Thanks for coming here!"

Onionsan's head approached the child with a beaming expression. Its long appendages were splashing around in the water, unintentionally getting drops of water all over the child.

Well… it didn't seem to want to attack her. That was a relief.

"You're visiting Waterfall, huh!" Onionsan exclaimed. "It's great here, huh! You love it, huh!"

The monster raised one of its tentacles into the air. "I'd be careful, though! They're saying that a human's wandering around!"

Frisk's expression grew worrisome. Where did it hear that from…?

"That's alright!" Onionsan said. "Waterfall's still my big favorite, human or not!"

Suddenly, the monster lowered its head, seeming a bit bummed out. "Even though, the water's getting so shallow here… I have to sit down all the time, but…"

"He-hey!" Onionsan hopefully exclaimed. "That's OK! It beats moving to the city! And living in a crowded aquarium! Like all my friends did!"

But then it began to mope again, head sinking down into the water. "And the aquarium's full, a-anyway, so, even if I wanted to, I…"

Onionsan seemed to be depressed that it was stuck here in this pool.

"B-but that's okay!" the creature spoke, with a joyful expression on its face. "Y'know why?"

"Undyne's gonna get the human's soul, y'hear!" it continued. "She's gonna fix everything, y'hear! I'm gonna get out of here and live in the ocean! Y'hear!"

Onionsan shouted a whoop of excitement, tentacles thrashing about.

Frisk thought about the things that the creature had said. It was putting so much faith into Undyne… the person who was trying to kill her in order to free all the monsters.

Onionsan swam towards the other side of the room, near the exit. "Anyways, the end of this room… is right over here… I'll see you around! Have a good time!"

"In Waterfallllllll!" The last syllable was slowly drowned out as Onionsan's head retreated below the water.

As Frisk entered the next room, she heard someone faintly humming.

It was coming from a light-blue fish with long hair around its head. It was situated on top of another long, scaly creature that was propping it up.

It didn't seem to be the amiable sort, as it was hiding in the corner, face turned to the wall.

Frisk began to approach it, wearing a smile on her face. This didn't seem to do much, other than frightening the creature into humming a little quieter.

"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted. "Hanging out with Shyren, huh?"

The child turned around. She noticed Aaron was present, giving her a nod of approval.

"How nice of you!" he said. "I'll leave you two to it!"

And with a wink, he began to slowly fly away. Well then.

Frisk took a step backwards and decided on a different approach. She remembered a song that had been stuck in her head since she had heard it on the radio.

She didn't recall the words, so she just went with humming the melody.

Shyren tentatively turned her head to face the child, revealing her face. She mustered the courage to begin to sing along.

A battle box formed. With every note that Shyren sung, a white music note formed, flying towards the soul in the center.

As Frisk continued to hum, Shyren felt more comfortable singing along. As the monster's singing got louder, other monsters soon began to notice. They began to crowd around the two, forming an attentive audience.

As another flurry of musical notes flew towards her soul, Frisk noticed that off in the distance, Sans was tearing off sheets from a roll of toilet paper and turning them into tickets for the concert. The skeleton winked back at her as he pocketed a few coins.

By this point, Frisk's humming was now simply an accompaniment to Shyren's wonderful singing. In fact, they had attracted an audience so large, that Sans had ran out of toilet paper. The room became filled with various monsters, fascinated by the sound of Shyren's voice.

Frisk had never been the subject of so much attention before, so naturally, she was getting a little nervous. She looked down at her shoes, but she hummed on anyways.

Her humming eventually died down, becoming little more than a whisper. But Shyren was so caught in the moment, she continued to sing, improvising the melody until she ended the performance on a high note.

The monsters let out a round of applause, cheering and complimenting on Shyren's voice. Socks flew through the air, landing on the improvised stage that the two of them were standing on.

Frisk timidly took a bow and waved goodbye to her new friend. The fish sung a little farewell melody as the child walked away, the monsters making a way for her through the crowd.

When Frisk had gotten a fair distance away from the audience, she took a deep breath, still slightly trembling from the experience.

As she left the scene behind, she heard that Shyren was beginning to sing again, as the monsters cried out for an encore.

The child grinned to herself. It seemed that Shyren was a little less shy now.

Frisk found herself in a room containing a piano. Outside of illustrations and on television, Frisk had never seen one before. She wondered what it doing down here in the underground.

A nearby plaque read: "A haunting song echoes down the corridor… won't you play along? Only the first seven are fine."

Frisk tried to listen for this song, but she couldn't hear anything else over Shyren's continuing concert.

Instead, she took a closer look at the piano. A few of the keys had been marked with a symbol.

The child took a seat and curiously pressed down on one of labelled keys. She figured out that when one of the labelled keys were pressed, a corresponding glyph placed on the wall above the piano would light up.

Frisk took time to press all the keys in order, starting from the lowest note and making her way to the highest. When that was over, she slammed down on the keys, creating a grating cacophony of noise.

That felt good.

Frisk stood back up and left the room, not having accomplished much by being here.

Still, it was kinda fun.

Frisk revisited the room where her concert with Shyren had taken place.

By this time, the concert had ended, and most of the monsters had left. The only one left was Woshua, performing the duty of cleaning up afterwards.

He had noticed the child's presence, turning to her. "That was one crazy concert, huh?"

Frisk nodded in reply. Having so many people watching her… it was a scary experience. Yet it was quite enjoyable.

With a farewell, she headed off into another direction to progress through the caverns.

The monster returned to the mess and grumbled.

What was he supposed to do with all these socks?

The hallway Frisk entered was empty, save for a statue of a monster with horns on its head, bathed in a beam of light.

This monster was sitting slumped over on the floor, its face cast in shadow. Water from the ceiling was dripping down on its head, slowly eroding away the stone that the statue was made out of.

Its hands were together, as if it was holding something that wasn't there.

The child looked ahead, noticing that there was a bucket filled with umbrellas. The nearby sign beckoned her to feel free to take one.

A thought occurred to her. She took one and opened it, raising the parasol above her head.

Frisk walked back and placed the umbrella's handle into the statue's hands, finding that it was a perfect fit. As the statue accepted the gift, a clicking noise was heard, heralding the activation of a mechanism.

A music box began to play. The tune that was released was simple, yet touching in a sad sort of way.

As Frisk stood there to listen for a while, she noticed that something was changing above the statue. As she squinted at the location, she could faintly make out the runes that had begun to glow . She noticed that the runes resembled the labels on the piano keys.

Circle, up, right, circle, down, down, right.

She wondered what would happen if she played this on the piano. It was worth a shot.

Placing the configuration into memory to the best of her ability, Frisk made her way back to the room containing the piano. She sat back down, trying to recall the whole thing.

Circle, up, right, circle… what was next again?

As she played the first four notes, her index finger moving from key to key, she found that she was, in fact, playing the first few notes from the music box's song. Since she could faintly hear the music from the room where she sat, she didn't need to backtrack to hear it.

With a little more experimentation, she managed to get the entire sequence correct. Another clicking noise sounded as a slab of stone in the wall crumbled to pieces, revealing a secret room.

It was just begging to be explored.

All the room contained was a round, shiny object placed on display.

There was something enticing about it. Maybe it was the luster, or the near-perfect roundness of it. Perhaps it was the deep red color, the hue being reminiscent of the blood spilling out of a wound.

It could have been the placement, the object being the most prominent thing in the room because it was the only thing in the room. Whatever this object was, it commanded respect.

It was the stuff of legends, the sort of artifact that brave explorers would brave countless trials to discover and take for themselves. It seemed to radiate power that mere mortals could only dream of.

The child stared at it in awe for a moment, speechless by the hidden treasure that she had stumbled across.

It seemed to be hers for the taking, since no one else was around. As much as she really didn't need it, the temptation of removing it from its place was far too great.

She breathlessly took a few steps towards the object, drawing closer and closer to the—

A loud snore had come from her backpack, breaking her out of her trance.

She confusedly took the bag off of her back, noticing that it had become slightly heavier than earlier, and took a glance inside.

Inside of her bag was a small, white dog was situated, peacefully snoozing away.

It looked very similar to the one that had stolen Papyrus's bones. It might have even been the same one.

Frisk scratched her head. She didn't recall seeing any dogs since she had left Snowdin. It wasn't even there in her bag while she was solving the piano puzzle.

How did it even get there?

Quietly, she took the dog out from her bag, gently placing it onto the ground with as much grace as she could.

When the dog touched the floor, it immediately awoke with an alert yip, much to her surprise.

The room was filled with music from an inexplicable source, an absurdly catchy song composed of barks passing through the air. It was the sort of song that someone would use as a ringtone, or something like that.

The small dog playfully bounded over to the object. It sat down next to it, excitedly panting.

Frisk watched in astonishment as the artifact drew closer to the canine, prompted by an invisible force.

The object entered the dog's body as it got close. It sunk deeper and deeper… until the dog had fully absorbed it.

With its objective completed, the dog hopped down onto the floor. With the power that it had obtained from the object, it took a leap and flew right through the walls, leaving behind the confines of the room.

The music soon came to an abrupt halt.

Frisk was unable to comprehend what she had just witnessed. She unfroze, her muscles loosening, her eyes darting around the room.

On the display, the artifact had been replaced by a white dog-shaped husk.

The child anxiously approached the object. She placed her hand on it, but in doing so, she accidentally made it collapse into a pile of fluff. She immediately retracted her hand, shaking off the dog fur off from it.

Frisk then turned around— and then nearly tripped over the mess on the floor.

The floor was now littered with other objects: dirty dishes, glowing crystals, shiny trails, even more dog-shaped husks of fur. The dirty pawprints of a dog were tracked all over the ground.

Among the random collection of objects was a box of take-out labelled "Dog Salad" in permanent marker. Out of curiosity, Frisk picked it up.

Upon opening it, a horrid smell floated out. Turns out that it was literally garbage. She wasn't planning on eating it anytime soon, so she closed the box and dropped it onto the ground.

With that, Frisk hastily left, wanting to leave this experience behind as soon as possible.

She would try to convince herself that this never happened.

The child walked all the way back to the bucket of umbrellas, deciding that she had backtracked enough.

She pulled out another umbrella, opening it up and propping it over her head.

As Frisk continued on through the hallway, she reached an area where water was spilling down from the ceiling, forming puddles on the ground.

She walked right in the center of a particularly large puddle and observed her reflection. The image was disturbed as water droplets fell into it, but for the most part it was still recognizable.

The reassurance that she received from viewing herself in the water… it was comforting.

She took a leisurely stroll, listening to the noise of the water hitting the ground, feeling the vibrations from the drops striking her umbrella.

For a moment, Frisk was not scared for her safety, nor was she confused by all the events going on around her. She wasn't in pain from being attacked, whether by friend or foe.

Finally… she was at peace. Everything felt alright, for once.

A smile slowly crept up her face.

She cherished this moment of tranquility, being away from the all the danger and the chaos that the underground had to offer.

Because she knew that it would not last.

The monster kid was standing in a little nook, seeking shelter from the downpour. Upon noticing the human approaching, the kid called out to her.

"Yo, you got an umbrella? Awesome! As you can see, I can't hold one of those! Ha ha ha."

He eagerly ran up to join Frisk underneath the umbrella. "Let's go!"

As the two of them continued on through the hallway, the kid began to talk.

"Man, Undyne is sooooooo cool," he gushed. "She beats up bad guys and never loses."

"If I was a human, I would wet the bed every night …knowing she was gonna beat me up! Ha ha."

Frisk looked down at the floor. She briefly considered telling him the truth: that she was a human herself. But… she decided that it would only be disappointing to him.

They continued on, water droplets splashing down around them.

"Hey, wanna hear a story?" the young monster asked. The child nodded in reply.

"So, one time," the kid began. "We had a school project where we had to take care of a flower."

"And the king - we had to call him "Mr. Dreemurr" - volunteered to donate his own flowers. He ended up coming to school and teaching the class about responsibility and stuff."

The monster's eyes darted around. "It was actually pretty boring."

The king sounded like a nice person. If Papyrus was correct in saying that she would have to meet him in order to leave the underground, it didn't sound all that bad.

"That got me thinking…" the kid pondered.

He began to excitedly daydream. "Yo! How cool would it be if Undyne came to school!? She could beat up all the teachers!"

Frisk noticed that while she was lost in thought, she had walked off on accident, leaving the kid behind under the dripping water. He didn't seem to care, though.

"Ummm, maybe she wouldn't beat up the teachers…" he sheepishly continued, as he rejoined the human. "She's too cool to ever hurt an innocent person!"

Oh, how Frisk wished that this was true.

At the end of the hallway was an opening to a much more spacious area, where the falling water was not present. Through it, the sound of the howling wind echoed.

Frisk looked off into the distance. Countless shimmering crystals were situated on the ceiling, their lights seen as mere pinpricks from her location.

And far away… a city was located, with countless buildings and structures. It looked far larger than the small town that Frisk had spent her entire life in.

One structure towered over the rest: a massive, elegantly built citadel. Frisk had thought buildings like those only existed in fairy tales.

The top of the castle's towers ended in steep, shining peaks. From her location, she could tell that the huge entrance was wide open, inviting all to come inside.

"That's the capital!" the kid exclaimed, noticing the human's interest. "And see that huge building? That's the king's castle! Isn't it cool?"

The child simply nodded back as she continued to stare off, a chill running down her back.

The castle looked so distant. The task of making her way through the underground in order to get there seemed so daunting.

Yet Frisk was determined that she was going to get there. As she set her sights on her eventual destination, a burst of resolve coursed through the fibers of her being.

"C'mon!" the kid beckoned. "We won't get to see Undyne again if we dawdle for too long!"

Frisk reluctantly tore her eyes away from the distant scenery and walked on, the monster kid waddling along right behind her.

The end of the area led to the entrance of another narrow hallway.

As Frisk walked on forward, she noticed that it was a dead end… or so she initially thought.

As the child got closer, she saw that the back wall was only a ledge. If she was taller, she would probably be able to grab the ledge and scale over it.

The kid ran up to the ledge and took note of the situation. "Yo, this ledge is way too steep…"

He turned back to the human. "Yo, you want to see Undyne, right? Put up your umbrella and climb onto my shoulders."

A second bucket of umbrellas was present, likely the place to return them.

Water was still spilling down, but not as fiercely as it was before. So Frisk felt free to put the umbrella down and place it into the bucket.

The kid kneeled down to let the child place her feet on his shoulders. This gave her the boost in height she needed to grab the ledge with a firm grasp.

She removed her feet from the kid's shoulders and placed them on the side of the ledge. With several kicking motions, the child gained enough leverage to hoist the rest of her body onto the top of the ledge.

"Hey, that worked out," the kid commented. "You weighed a little less than I expected."

Frisk turned around and looked down at him.

"Do you need some help?" she asked.

"Yo, it's fine! Go on ahead." the kid exclaimed. "Don't worry about me! I always find a way to get through!"

The monster began to leave, tripping over in the process, but got right back up and rushed off to find another way.

Frisk waved goodbye, the feeling of loneliness washing over her again.

A howling draft blew through the cavern.

The sound of the muffled rain beating down on the cavetop, combined with the distant tune of the music box that continued to play on… it filled Frisk with determination.

She looked ahead and noticed a bridge made up the path ahead, seemingly suspended over nothingness. There were two levels, one being built below the other.

Shadows were cast over it, as the area was sparsely lit.

As she stepped onto the bridge and began walking forwards, she could not help but to feel sick with apprehension, for some reason. Something about her surroundings was bothering her.

Then… it hit her.

It was the perfect place for an ambush.

In front of her, a glowing circle formed on the bridge. She froze in place as more glowing spots appeared, surrounding the ground around her.

As terror gripped hold of the child, she found herself unable to move.

She was right to be, as magical spears suddenly jutted up right out of them, flying off towards the ceiling.

The child frantically looked around, noticing that on a level below her, a figure in shimmering armor stood.

Uh oh.

Her heart was filled with dread. Blood pumped faster through her veins, her breathing growing more desperate. Her body was preparing for one thing: getting away from Undyne.

As more spots appeared, Frisk snapped to her senses and ran off, keeping an eye on the ground.

She immediately halted when a row of spots appeared in front of her. Once the spears had shot up from them, she scrambled forward to avoid the next attack.

Frisk came to a realization. If she ran too fast and found that a spot suddenly appears in front of her, she might trip by stopping too quickly. Probably right into a spear.

So despite common sense telling her to flee as fast as possible, she slowed down a little, forcing herself to be careful.

The path of the bridges soon dissolved into a massive lattice. It seemed to be built like a huge maze, as were plenty of redundant pathways and dead ends. She was forced to rapidly shift her attention between the the ground in front of her and the direction where she was heading.

The attacks were becoming more frenzied and furious, as Undyne desperately furthered the attempt to strike the child with her spears. Her frustration was becoming evident, as her stomping lodged splinters from the bridge that she was continuing her pursuit from.

Undyne managed to get a hit in when the child was trying to discern the path. Her foot had been extended above a glowing spot when the spear shot out from it.

Frisk winced in pain, deciding that the slower pace she was using would no longer work. Instead, she resorted to a simpler, more reckless tactic: furious, unrestrained running, with little concern for where she was going.

This strategy would prove somewhat successful. The child had been hit twice more, and got lost more times than she would care to admit… but at least she was heading somewhere.

Eventually, Frisk entered the path of what seemed like the exit.

But as it turned out… it wasn't an exit at all. Rather, it was the end of the bridge, where only the abyss extended further.

Yet, to what appeared to be good fortune, the spear attacks came to an end.

She turned around, noticing that Undyne appeared to have left. The child closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the sound of clanging armor faded off into the distance.

And then she nearly had a heart attack at the sound of a loud slam.

Frisk jolted around and saw why Undyne had seemed to walk away. She had jumped from the bottom level to the top one, and was now slowly approaching.

The child's glanced backwards at the dead end. There was no place to run. Undyne had trapped her, like a predator closing in on its prey.

Frisk's heart was frantically beating. Tears formed in her eyes as she tugged at her shirt, a pained whimper spilling from her mouth.

The warrior came to a stop right in front of her, huffing in frustration. Her tall, imposing figure cast fear into the child's heart.

Frisk's knees collapsed from under her. As she sat down onto the floor, the child held out her arms in a pleading fashion. Perhaps Undyne wouldn't attack her if she acted like a poor, innocent girl…

Undyne's eye glowed brightly as spears formed, floating in the air above the space between them. A loud hum filled the air.

From behind her helmet, a savage grin formed on Undyne's face. She let out a wordless cry of triumph as she cast down the spears straight down.

They fell at an alarmingly swift rate, striking the bridge with great force. In fact… they flew right through it, marking a very large crack in its structure.

The side of the bridge Frisk was standing shook, then started to fall away. The child lost her balance as the sound of wood snapping apart filled the air. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but no one would come to save her.

The world around Frisk faded to black as she fell.

A long time ago…

A young goat-headed monster was playfully running around the ruins.

The Whimsun he was chasing was desperately flying away from its pursuer. The young monster was laughing as the poor creature was being terrorized.

A scream rung through the air from far away.

The goat monster stopped right in his tracks. The Whimsun took this opportunity to get away.

The monster ran off, looking for the source of the cry. He reached a room where a beam of sunlight from the surface shone.

"It sounds like it came from over here…" he nervously muttered to himself.

He noticed the injured human girl lying on the ground.

The monster stumbled over to the human's side. "Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you…"

He got a closer look. The human had fair skin, brown shoulder-length hair, and a striped shirt, just like the one he was wearing.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

He got a pained grunt in response.

The monster lifted the human's arm. "Here… get up…"

With his help, the human arose from the spot from where she had fell. Her tired, aching body wearily leaned onto the monster's shoulder.

"What's your name?" the monster asked.

The human said something that was hard to make out.

"Chara, huh?" the young monster said. "That's a nice name."

He smiled.

"My name is…"

"… is… "

"… i… s…"

AN:

Ah yes, the ballet shoes. Not even the most determined of monsters can stand up to their might.

I've quoted it on my profile, and I'll do it again here:

Why is Onionsan even here. Why did I make this character —from Toby Fox himself

Also, dog. That is all.

We will catch up with Frisk… next time. Next time! NEXT TIME!