A candy box told Frisk to take one piece of candy. They took two.

"Horrible! Disgusting! How could you! Whoever put that there obviously trusted you and you just..." Frisk shook their head, frantically gesturing at Chara, who reminded them, "While it's a nice sentiment I'm a ghost. I don't need to eat, but... you need to go to monster jail."

...After a few moments, they both laughed. "...thanks for thinking of me, though."

They proceeded through the ruins slowly, facing monsters and getting through the encounters and puzzles easily enough. Frisk was so friendly to the monsters, with a little mercy they could usually get away without a problem. At one point they got a call from Toriel on the cell phone she'd given Frisk – which they apparently discussed in sign language while Chara wasn't even paying attention – who asked for some reason... what kind of pie they liked. Before Frisk could press a button to answer, however...

"...wait. Do not tell me. Is it cinnamon?" They hesitated, and then pressed one of the phone's buttons once. "Hehehe. I had a feeling. When humans fall down here, strangely... I... I often feel like I already know them. Truthfully, when I first saw you, I felt... like I was seeing an old friend for the first time. Strange, is it not? Well, thank you for your selection."

Chara wondered if Frisk made Toriel think of them. In a way... it made them bitter.

On the way they met a talking rock. While Frisk seemed startled, Chara wasn't fazed at all. "The sign said three out of four rocks wanted you to push them, right? This one obviously didn't. So it's rude to push it without asking." With some difficulty, Frisk managed to ask through gestures for it to move to the position they needed it to be in, and the humans finally continued on their way.

They soon stumbled across a table with some cheese on it, a nearby mouse hole in the wall emitting squeaking noises every so often. The cheese seemed to be melted onto the table. "One day... maybe the mouse will reach the top of this table and get the cheese," Chara said, nodding to themself as if it was a sure thing. When they turned to get Frisk's opinion on the matter, Chara noticed them... staring at the ground next to the table. "Is something wrong?"

Yet Frisk turned to them and smiled, as if nothing was weird, and continued on their way. Chara was starting to wonder about this kid. Did they just have a habit of spacing out? "Are you okay?" A nod in response. "Are you sure? You seemed to be... distracted?" They shrugged, though Chara wasn't exactly sure at which part. Still, the two of them kept walking.

They eventually stumbled upon a ghost that was... "sleeping." "Should we force it to move...? You could just go through it..." Frisk shook their head furiously, as if the very idea was unthinkable. "You're right, I guess that'd be even ruder..." Frisk waved their hands over the ghost's face until it woke up and inevitably attacked. The ghost seemed sad, though, and in between dodging its many tears Frisk tried to comfort it. When they created a hat out of their tears, Frisk encouraged them with a warm smile and thumbs up, and Chara nodded as they said, "Pretty nice..."

"oh no... i usually come to the ruins because there's nobody around... but today i met some nice people..." Chara's eyes widened, wondering if the ghost meant... them? Before they could ask, though, the ghost said, "oh, i'm rambling again... i'll get out of your way..." and disappeared, clearing the way. Chara just sighed, saying, "They might not be the best option, but... no offense, it'd be nice to talk to more than just you for a bit." Frisk just smiled in understanding. That was... probably when Chara noticed how darn smiley they were all the time...

It was a bit... unnerving? At least it wasn't constant. When Chara "wasn't looking," though, Frisk honestly seemed a bit tired. They weren't frowning, but they looked potentially distressed. Which definitely made sense, considering everything they'd been through so far. Waking up in a strange void without a clue of why, ending up in the underground that was long rumored to be a death sentence for humans. And who knows what had happened to them before any of this. With the monsters attacking, too, they probably didn't have a very good first impression of the underground...

In the next room, there was... a spider bake sale going on. That was nice, Chara supposed, but they never saw it. Frisk happily bought a donut from them while Chara waited in the other room. Not that they outright hated spiders, but the sight of them... creeped them out a bit. "It's the eyes," Chara confirmed when Frisk finally left the room. "But I guess it's better I stay away, anyway. If I accidentally froze any of them they could die."

Finally, after a bit more walking, they came upon another froggit, that told Frisk to come close. While it seemed suspicious, the froggit didn't attack, instead telling them, "Just between you and me... I saw Toriel come out of here just a little while ago. I didn't ask what they were for..." It looked uncomfortable as it said, "We're all too intimidated to talk to her."

The children went out onto the balcony, Frisk going off to the side while Chara looked out over the ruins. Was mother here alone? Wasn't she lonely? She was the queen, so that was probably what intimidated everybody, but... She shouldn't be here at all. She should be back home, with Dad and...

Chara was distracted by something waving in their face, caught off-guard when they realized it was a knife. "What, what?! Where did you- did you find that? That's dangerous!" However, Frisk shook their head and quickly demonstrated... it wasn't real. It was a toy, made of plastic. Chara sighed in relief. "It's not like you need it anyway. Just put it up somewhere!" Frisk placed it on the edge of the balcony, nodding, looking kind of... disappointed? Chara sighed and turned away, saying, "Let's... just go. Mom might be looking for us by now."

As they walked away, they didn't notice Frisk picking the knife back up before hurrying after them.

Finally, they made it to an old, leafless tree in the center of a yard. Coming from around it was Toriel, who was muttering about taking longer than she meant to and hurriedly dialing on her phone. She was surprised to find it ringing close by, and hung up as she rushed over to Frisk. "How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?"

To even Chara's surprise, Frisk was perfectly fine. They were sure the living child had gotten hit a few times early on, but they were in perfect condition. The two of them began to follow Toriel while Chara pondered this. Maybe they just ate some of the monster candy while they weren't looking? They still had the spider donut, at least...

Frisk paused to stare at some leaves just outside the house, but Chara continued on, figuring at this point they were just easily distracted or something.

"Do you smell that? Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here." Too distracted by the fact Toriel really was living in the ruins, and in a place creepily similar to their former home, Chara missed the look of discomfort that appeared on Frisk's face. "So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight. Here, I have another surprise for you," Toriel said as she took Frisk's hand and led them into the hall.

The hall was just as familiar as the room before, and it was little surprise to Chara when she stopped outside a specific room and said, "This is it... A room of your own. I hope you like it!" While Frisk stared at the door, processing the information just given to them, Toriel pet their head, making Chara admittedly... a bit jealous, perhaps. They didn't say anything about it, feeling it was silly. "Is something burning...? Um, make yourself at home!" With that, Toriel ran back to the previous room, towards where Chara knew the kitchen was. This was too bizarre.

The two children went into the room, which despite feeling familiar was... a bit different from what they remembered. There was only one bed, and... a lot of kids' shoes? A lot of toys? They looked through the many things in the room, not really sure what to think, as Frisk dug through various drawers. When they finally turned to ask what they were looking for, Frisk was already holding up a... notebook.

A notebook with five words: "Do you want more answers?"