Hello guys. I'm updating twice today to make up for a missed chapter. Really sorry about that. Anyways. Please don't forget to comment and review. Some of the stuff you may not agree with, so I will try to change it if I can to make the story more enjoyable for my lovely viewers. Thank you!

Mocha had been walking for some time. It had been about an hour or two since she saw Napstablook. It was difficult to tell time in the ruins for lack of windows and natural light. She assumed it was getting late.

A sudden sound filled the void emptiness that surrounded her. The familiar music startled her at first. Then remembered, it was just her phone. Mocha slipped it from her pocket and read the title on the top of the screen. It read 'Toriel'. She clicked the green button on the touch screen and held the phone to her ear.

"Hello Mocha. It is me, Toriel." Her voice was still just as kind as ever. "I'm calling to tell you that you should be heading back about now. I'm nearly finished with the pie, and it seems it's getting quite late." She sounded worried for some reason. Mocha assumed it was nothing.

"Ok, I'll head back now. I actually got pretty far from the home, but it shouldn't take me too long to find my way back." Her voice was calm, she tried to keep it that way so Toriel wouldn't worry.

"Alright. Well you be careful, ok?

"Got it. See you in a bit, bye."

"Good bye."

Mocha was sad for the short conversation between them to be over. But it had to be done. Besides, they could have plenty of talks and share jokes once Mocha returned to what she assumed would be her home for some time.

Her health had gotten pretty low at this point. She was down to almost half health. 15/31, she was sure now, she absolutely sucked at dodging. Mocha was never that physical of a person in the first place. If she had the option of sitting and reading a book or going on a run, she would pick reading a book by a long shot.

When Mocha was a kid, she would have chosen the complete opposite, but things happen and people change because of those things. In fact when she was a kid, she was the exact opposite of what she was like now. She was loud and proud, and never gave up without a fight. Mocha was always optimistic about the next day, seeing it as a new opportunity for fun. Not only that, but she was very still retained her strength, she just doesn't want to hurt anyone.

All of this changed, though, about 7 years prior. When she was still in college. They were memories Mocha didn't want to revisit. Though she had an inkling that she would have to, and soon.

As Mocha reminisced her past, she hadn't even realized how far she had gotten. What snapped her out of her stupor was something hard and solid colliding with her foot. The collision caused Mocha to trip and it sent her flying, landing on her face. Once she picked herself up she saw the world had melted away into black nothingness again. Signaling that another fight was going to start.

The fall Mocha had just done took away even more from her health again. She was now at 10/31 hp. And when she looked up to see the unhappy face of her opponent, her own face contorted into fear. Mocha never wanted to see that face again, but here they were.

Thank you again for reading. I tried to reveal a bit about Mocha's past in this chapter. And if you couldn't tell, it was a lot of bad mum-bo-jum-bo. Review and comment! Thanks!