As she slowly began to return to her senses, Frisk could feel her muscles aching, and everything around her seemed fuzzy, and the sounds around her sounded muffled, but she could make out what could be described as Music playing.

"Well, that was quite a turn you had their darling" despite still being exhausted from the seizure, Frisk slowly managed to turn her head to find a humanoid Robot sitting cross-legged on the stage.

After seeing that the child had regained consciousness, they stood up and walked over to them before crouching beside them " you remember me, don't you? You flipped my switch, which unveiled my fabulous new body, just before you had another one of your little episodes.

"M..Mettaton?" Frisk mumbled, "please, d..don't make me participate in another one of your shows. I'm in no condition to do that right now."

"Darling, what do you take me for?" Mettaton inquired, gesturing themselves dramatically "after watching you throw up and convulse violently, I thought it might not be ideal to have you take part in the big finale. However, I may not think it'll be a good idea for you to continue forward, not in your current condition." Frisk let out a weak groan as the doors to the room opened and Alphys came running in, gasping when she came across Frisk's current weakened state.

"Oh goodness, Frisk, you had another seizure?" she asked the little girl, who gave a weak nod before slowly pulling herself up "hey hey, what are you doing? You need to rest." The little girl shook her head, insisting that she needed to get back to the surface as soon as possible. She knew that her condition would become more severe without her medication, she was already starting to feel weak, and her seizures were becoming more violent.

"I have to go home, I want to go home," the child stated, but both Alphys and Mettaton stated that she was in no fit state to go up against Asgore, Alphys worrying that she could have a seizure while battling him. But Frisk was determined to get out of the underground and back to her family, and she wasn't going to let her Epilepsy stop her.

"At least come back to my lab to rest up first," Alphys insisted "you don't look so good."

"Honestly, I'll be alright," the little girl replied as she slowly stood up and headed for the doorway at the other end of the room "besides, I need to get home. My parents must be worried sick about me." Alphys let out a sigh and nodded, knowing how determined Frisk was to get back to the surface and reunite with her family, but she still couldn't help worrying about her condition. What if she was to have a seizure while going against the King of the monsters himself.

"Do you think she'll be ok?" Mettaton asked as he filed his nails, watching as the small ten-year-old girl left the room "that looked like a pretty bad turn they just had."

"I hope so. Frisk has been without medication for some time now. I'm guessing since she fell here," Alphys pointed out, "let's just hope she doesn't have a seizure when the time comes for her to face Asgore."

Meanwhile, back on the surface, Frisk Parents were now back at their home after being questioned down at the police station over their daughter's disappearance. Her mother sat on the couch sobbing silently while her father angrily paced up and down the room.

"How could they say all that stuff? How could they think we killed our daughter" he stated, "they should be out the looking, not pointing the blame at us." He let out a frustrated growl before sitting on the couch and running his hands through his hair.

"I can't lose another one, Peter, it's been ten years since Charlotte went missing, and she still hasn't been found. I don't want the same thing to happen to Frisk, and I don't want her to be missing for ten years like her sister was. I can't bear to lose another daughter. I can't I..." Frisk's mother broke down into tears as her Husband. Peter pulled her into a hug.

"I promise you, Julie, that isn't going to happen. We will find Frisk, I promise you," he reassured his wife "we mustn't give up, and if Charlotte were here, she'd tell you the same thing." Julie nodded but was still concerned about what could have happened to Frisk. Had she been abducted, collapsed somewhere, and had a seizure, fall into the river by the woods just as she was about to have an episode, so many thoughts were running through the distraught woman's head.

"I just want my little girl back," Julie sobbed. "I know that Charlotte won't be coming home, it's been ten years since she disappeared, and all I can think of is that she was abducted and killed, but maybe there's hope for Frisk, maybe she ended up lost while maybe she's still in the woods right now." Peter nodded in agreement, but their little girl being alone out there in the woods was something he couldn't bear thinking about, especially her condition. He had images of her lying Unconscious and helpless after having a seizure and possibly being injured from falling.

After some time, the pair were huddled up on the couch, looking at an old photo. In the image was a picture of a heavily pregnant-looking Julie standing next to Peter, and in front of them was a little girl about Frisk's age with shoulder-length Auburn colored hair with bright red cheeks and a mischievous smile. The girl was also wearing a green and yellow striped sweater similar to the light blue and purple one that Frisk wore when she went missing.

"We sure do miss you, Chara," Peter said as he wrapped his arm over Julie's shoulder "it's such a shame that Frisk never got a chance to know you since you went missing just before she was born, but I reckon you would have made a great big sister."