Frisk woke up on a bed of flowers.

"Hello Chara."

I knew even before they appeared that they were here. The dreams that Chara talked to me in were cold, and slightly eerie. I always woke up in a bed of golden buttercups, but they were never in the ruins where they usually were. It was strange. So far all of the Chara dreams took place in the underground. I guessed that was because their essence was linked with the underground, as well as me. I wasn't really in the mood for a lecture, so I hoped that they were going to tell me what happened, or at least fill me in on something I missed. I braced myself and sat up.

I was in Snowden, by the place the taxi boat guy drops me off when I want to fast travel. It was cold, with a breeze that tore through the air like a knife.

"Hello Frisk." Chara sounded sad, or maybe disappointed. Probably both.

"What are you going to tell me this time?" I asked.

"Its not a good idea to forget who your friends are."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I felt threatened.

I stood in the snow ankle deep, facing Chara. I took a good look at them. They were standing about 30 feet away. Their voice was caught in the wind half of the time, making it hard to hear. Chara was limping on their left leg, their hair was unbrushed and crazy, they had huge bags under their eyes, and they had their arms crossed as if they were very cold. It was a strange sight, seeing someone so broken, but standing so tall.

"What happened to you?" I asked, concerned.

"Which do you want answered first?" They replied sarcastically.

"Whats wrong?"

"Im loosing influence on you. My "spirit" is getting very weak trying to talk to you." They gave me a quick glance before continuing, "Im not making you do anything. Im not even trying to temp you anymore, so I'm fading. Im being forgotten because you don't need me anymore. The whole reason why I've started haunting people is gone. Not all people are bad, and all people can saved if given the chance. Ive lost all purpose for being." They finished.

"Does it hurt?" I asked curiously.

"Not at all. Listen, its hard to even talk to you, let alone control your dreams, so can you just shut up for a few minutes?" They said trying to steer the conversation away from them.

"Okay." I replied. I could take a hint.

"You have to be careful. Bringing up stuff that happened in the past can be dangerous. You need to focus on your goal: freeing the monster race from the underground. Everything else can be figured out later."

"Okay." I knew exactly what Chara meant by that. They didn't want me to stress over Thomas. He was from the past and I have to stop dwelling on it. I knew it was going to be hard, after what I did, but if I didn't I could miss something important. I sighed.

"You need to pay attention to Sans." Chara continued, "He's hiding something. It could be important. And one more thing, be careful of Flowey. He's still a powerful enemy. You need to be on your guard." Chara finished talking.

"Chara?"

"What?" They sounded exhausted.

"Will you tell me what I did?" I was still concerned about that. They still hadn't told me.

"I've decided that its best you didn't know." Chara put flatly.

We were standing far away. I walked towards Chara, and gave them a hug. Chara hugged back, and then disappeared in a blast of mist. I was still standing in the snow, cold. My dream wasn't ending, so I decided to sit down and think.

I started thinking about love. I didn't know how I felt about Sans. He was great! He always made me smile, and knew when to listen and when to joke around. He was sensitive to other peoples emotions. But, he was hiding too many things. He wasn't being honest. I wondered if he was alright. He was always sleeping or cracking jokes, but when he was doing neither he had a short temper, he would disappear, and sometimes he was just straight up sad. I couldn't tell. Maybe i'd find out later in my life. Thomas made me feel unworthy. We had so much in common, and he loved me once. I wondered if he ever would again. A cold breeze cut through my clothes. I shivered. I decided two things. Sans needed a friend, and Thomas would need to decide for himself weather we deserved a second chance. I decided to lie in the snow. I closed my eyes.

I woke up in my sleeping bag.