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When Frisk had woken up for a third time, it was finally morning and the room was illuminated by the sunlight peering through the window. Well, daytime, at least; she had no idea what time it was. What she did know is that she felt much more well rested than she had before, and that her nose felt far more sensitive than it did when she fell asleep. It had to be bruised, she just knew it. The very notion of going around town with a busted up nose wasn't all too pleasant to her, but she figured that maybe Toriel would have some foundation to cover it up. Oh wait, no she wouldn't, would she? What with the fur and all.

Idiot.

She'd just have to figure something else out; for now, she needed a bath. She found the pink tiled bathroom at the end of the hall, and locked the door behind her. Go figure, Ms. Tori only had a shower. After turning the water on to heat up, Frisk looked at her reflection in the mirror. Sure enough, a fine stripe of purple and black crossed her nose, with a bit of redness outlining the edges thereof. Not pretty to look at, but it could've been far worse. She's lucky it wasn't broken. She pulled the mirror open to reveal a medicine cabinet inside, which only contained a box of Band-Aids in it.

"Well, that's just peachy." the brunette grumbled, closing the cabinet back. The steam fogging up the mirror signaled that the water was finally hot enough, so she stripped her clothes off and climbed into the stream of the awaiting shower. She could feel the water wash away the layers of grease and filth from her body; cleansing not only her body, but her conscience as well. However, she knew water wasn't going to be enough, so her eyes scanned the shelves of the shower for bathing products.

Luckily, she found a bar of soop. Wait, what? Soop? Sure enough, printed on the soapy bar was the word 'SOOP' Was it a typo? It definitely smelled like soap, and lathered her hands up like soap. Was it a brand name? Frisk was thinking too long and too hard about the branding of hygiene products, so she just turned her focus back to cleaning herself with the soop. After washing away the soapy-soopy foam, she looked to a hot pink bottle that had sat next to the soop bar.

It featured some sort of cartoon robot head with neon pink eyes and suds coverings his hair. He looked handsome for a robot, and gave off this extremely flamboyant vibe.

"MTT Brand Fabulously Fabulous Smelling Product of Fabulousness!"

Looking below the bold, glittering, label, she read the description of the product.

"Exfoliating Shampoop and Conditioner."

Okay, so it definitely wasn't a branding label, these were the products themselves. Although rightfully hesitant to use the product, the soop was enough to convince her that it was safe. She popped open the lid and squeezed a milky, purple colored, gel into her hand, bringing it to her nose to get a whiff of it.

It was shampoo. It smelled fabulous.

Having no more concerns, Frisk used the mislabeled gel to lather up her long hair. After rinsing it clean, her shower was over. She stepped out onto the conveniently placed rug outside of the shower, grabbing an off white towel from a nearby rack and using it to dry off. A towel that was probably twice the size of the average bath towel, but Ms. Toriel was a big lady. She felt rejuvenated, fresh, and ready to start her second day in the Underground. She couldn't imagine what it had in store for her, hopefully better things than her first.

And it was already off to a bad start, as the young human girl only just remembered that she didn't have a change of clothes. And here she had just went through the trouble of getting cleaned up, only to have no other choice but to wear the same clothes she'd worn the day before. Actually, having thought about it, she'd worn them the day prior to yesterday. The more she thought about her clothes, the worse it got. There was no way she was putting them back on; at least, not until they'd been washed. That being said, what then would she wear?

After wrapping herself up in the oversized towel, she creaked open the bathroom door.

"Mom?" Frisk called out, listening for a response. But, none came; Ms. Tori must've been downstairs in her bookstore. Seeing that the coast was clear, she scurried quickly back to her room, closing the door behind her to avoid another awkward situation. She figured she'd sit there and wait for Ms. Tori, hopefully she'd have something to help her out with. God only knows how long that was gonna take.

Her eyes happened to catch sight of the stereo that still sat out on the empty bookshelf, reminding her that she'd meant to put it away in the wardrobe. Grabbing it, she opened the wardrobe, but found it remarkably packed full of clothes. Whole ensembles hanging together filled the rack; each consisting of either a jacket or vest, dress shirt, either neck or bow tie, and either dress pants or skirt. Frisk had to admit, this was just a tad bit unsettling. All these clothes being here, when Toriel had said that she lived alone.

Were they hers? No, they were much too small to be hers, reiterating just how massive Ms. Tori was. They looked like they were about the human girl's size, which was now more alarming than unsettling. And why was most of it green and yellow stripes? Weird. But, these weren't questions she wanted to answer while in the nude, so she went through and picked out something to wear. Seeing that she didn't what to wear the same undies she'd had on (and there wasn't any in the wardrobe), she went with an outfit that incorporated a jacket and some pants.

She managed to find the one outfit that didn't consist of any green or yellow in the whole wardrobe. An eggplant purple jacket with matching pants, a white dress shirt, a purple tie with blue stripes, and surprisingly a pair of dress socks and black dress shoes. Just as she'd thought, all of it fit her perfectly, even down to the shoe size. Well, the pants were a bit loose around the waist, but she couldn't find a belt to fix that problem. She couldn't help but notice her reflection in a mirror that was on the inside of the wardrobe.

"Snazzy!" the brunette thought contently, posing her body in many different positions to get a better look at herself. She'd never dressed this way before, couldn't afford to. She was lucky to have what she had to wear, and that was only after raking and scraping. She wondered how much this cost. It wasn't cheap dressing this good, that's for sure. She almost looked like the two skelebro- oh, right.

She'd almost forgotten the shocking revelation from last night's outing. Not only did Ms. Tori associate with gangsters, but from what she heard Sans say before, she was one herself. High enough to even be called "Boss", and she wasn't sure whether that was good or bad. Frisk had heard things about mob bosses, they didn't get their way to the top just because they were so likable. Many of them had to do some horrible things to get there.

But, Ms. Tori was so kind and caring, how could she have been a gangster? The way she handled Flowey though, she seemed to turn into a completely different person. Was her sweetness all just an act, some kind of elaborate ruse to con her?

"No."

"Never."

Frisk repented for ever entertaining something so ludicrously false. Regardless of her past, Toriel was a virtuous woman at heart, who came and rescued her in her time of need. Who was even generous enough to take her in and care for her. And she was going to repay her for all of it, somehow. The human girl had been so caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn't realized that she was instinctively brushing her hair in the bathroom mirror.

And at that point, her hair was the least of her concerns, as her eyes couldn't stop focusing on her bruised nose. It was going to make her feel self conscious all day, knowing that it'd draw some unwanted attention. The redness wasn't too noticeable, if only she had something to cover up the purple and black stripe.

"Band-Aids?" she pondered, remembering the box hidden behind the mirror. Sure, it didn't make it any less obvious, but it would've been more desirable to look at than a nasty bruise. So, she applied one over the bruised area, instantly feeling relieved. Coupled with the suit she was sporting, she felt the Band-Aid added a level of menace to her character. Made her feel more like a ruffian, ready to scrap with anyone talking smack about their mother.

Who was she kidding? A dandelion was more intimidating than her.

"That doesn't seem like a fair assessment." Frisk said to herself, sure that she was thinking to lowly of herself. Nevertheless, it was true, she couldn't hurt a fly. "Emotionally, maybe?" Now, she was just being silly, and really needed to focus on more important things. "No, I want to focus on this," Frisk argued pointlessly with herself, "I know you're not my inner thoughts!"

What?

"You're not foolin' anyone," the human girl proclaimed confidently, "I know you're not my inner thoughts."

She obviously didn't realize how crazy she sounded.

"Sure, you had me fooled from the moment I woke up here, but I figured ya out at Grillby's." she explained her reasoning.

Everything she'd experienced up until this point had dissolved her sanity, and she was divulging into madness. She needed to get a grip of herself before it was too late.

"That right there," the girl pointed out, "You keep making things seem worse than they actually are! I noticed that at the diner last night, when I was talking to Sans and Papyrus. When Papyrus went for the crossword puzzle, you convinced me he was going for a gun."

Convinced you? You heard what he said before reaching in his jacket, why wouldn't it be a gun?

"I saw his gun holstered around his waist." Frisk answered the monologue.

What?

"That time when he got in my face, I saw his gun at his waist when Sans pulled him back. That's why I didn't question the idea of a gun the second you suggested it to me. That's when I started paying attention though, and I noticed that you have quite the negative outlook. Not to mention you keep insulting me and treating me like a kid. It feels like you're trying to make everything seem scarier than it actually is."

Or, you're naive and require instruction from your subconscious.

"If you were my subconscious, you would be encouraging me to join the skeleton brothers. I'm actually far more adventurous than I look. In fact, you don't really know that much about me, do you?"

Of course I do.

"Oh yeah, what's my name?"

Frisk.

"Frisk what?"

The Human?

"Where am I from?"

The Surface.

"What year is my birthday?"

Every year.

"Like I said, you don't know squat!"

I-

"Come on, no more games! Just tell me who you are!"

...

"Well?"

...

"What, is it the silent treatment now?"

Wing Din.

"What?"

My name is Wing Din.