Thank you for reading my little kitties. Sorry for the late update. I haven't been in a good state of mind and I wanted to get that fixed before I updated again. Enjoy the chapter!

Mocha laid silently in her bed. Thick, quilted blankets covered her body as she hid under the covers on her side. It has almost been a month since she had fallen into the ruins, and she was increasingly sleep deprived.

She could never sleep in unfamiliar places anyway, but it was even worse because she had been away from Lia for so long. Large, dark bags had formed under her dulling eyes. The same had happened when she moved out of the house she shared with Lia.

The day was closing in. The day in which Lia was supposed to meet Mocha on top of Mt. Ebott. When they would paint the portrait of the cave on top of it. Mocha had long since come to the decision that she would have to leave Mom. But couldn't find it in her heart to tell her that.

She knew her Mom was lonely. She knew she would not let her go easily. But the fact that Lia was still on the surface, and alone, filled Mocha with determination. To find her way out of the ruins and the underground entirely.

Mocha couldn't sleep. With the impending day coming closer and closer. She turned over once and faced the wall, sitting there for a few more minutes. Trying to see if she could maybe get just a wink of sleep. But to no avail.

Finding no peace, she tossed the blankets from over her small form and slid her legs over the side of the bed. Bed was on a tall frame, so her feet didn't quite meet the ground. Mom had given her pajamas when she fell. It was a simple white gown that was kinda thin. Ok, more than kinda thin. If she stood in the normal lighting of the underground, you could see the entirety of her actual form. Small and fragile.

It went a little past her ankles, but was very comfortable to sleep in. Sliding carefully off her bed, she landed gracefully on the carpet next to her bed.

Cautiously walking across the old floor, Mocha grabbed her clothes from when she fell from inside her tall closet. Her Mom had fixed up the cuts in the cloth and had washed them. Though Mocha hadn't worn them since that. They were in pristine condition.

She slipped off her night gown and put on her regular clothing. She then gently padded her feet across the old wooden floor and made her way out of the room. Mocha found the staircase that Mom told her never to go to. She assumed that this is what lead to the exit of the ruins.

Mocha found a pair of brown combat boots. If she was going to be walking a lot and fighting too, these would be better to use. Not only that, but strangely enough, it looked to be in perfect condition. She then slipped them onto her feet.

When they were finally on, she stood and gently walked on the stairs down into the purple rocked tunnels. The path turned quite a lot and Mocha almost got turned around in one of the occurrences. As she furthered down the hall, she had a sneaking feeling that she was being watched.

Quickly whipping around she found a small yellow flower a few feet behind her. Seeing that he had been spotted, he didn't even try to escape her fierce gaze. Mocha began to trudge over to the spot in which Flowey rested in the soil.

"What are you even doing following me." Mochas voice was cruel, and somewhat accusing.

"Ouch." Flowey acted hurt, putting a leaf to where his chest would be. "Isn't it alright if I make sure that fluff but doesn't kill you before you get out. I'm honestly just as curious as you to see where that magic came from." Flowey said looking into her eyes with sincerity.

Mocha couldn't tell if it was faked or genuine. Though she dismissed the thought quickly. Mostly because Flowey continued to say something else, though you didn't quite understand it. It seemed more like he was talking to himself now.

"I'd also like to know the smiley trash-bags opinion on this glitch in the files. I mean, isn't Frisk supposed to be here. Not this girl." He seemed lost in his own thoughts, seemingly forgetting her presence in front of him. Who was this Frisk person. And what was this talk about files.

And who in the world was 'the smiley trash-bag'?! She assumed that it was another cruel nickname he gave to another monster on the other side of the ruins. She briefly wondered if Flowey had given her an insulting nickname like a lot of other people. Though was again pulled from her thoughts when Flowey's strange mumbling said a name she recognized.

"And where he hell is Chara in all this!" He whisper-shouted to himself. She knew that name, and to check for validation, she repeated the name to Flowey.

"Did you say 'Chara'?" Mocha said to Flowey. He looked up and made an expression that basically said that he didn't know he was mumbling to himself.

"Y-Yes." He said quietly and stuttered a bit.

"I know that name, and that person!" Mocha said, proud that she understood even a small sliver of what Flowey was talking about.

"What!?"

Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I'll continue in the story. Thanks for reading!