"Chara?" The lion-goat monster breathed out in disbelief. Krystal blinked thrice and tilted her head. Was someone behind her? She looked over her shoulder but no one was there. Asgore shook his head and chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry. For a moment there you looked like someone else. I apologize." In understanding, he heads to the van and opens up the back. He follows behind her and grabs four vases to carry in his large arms. Okay, he had to be the biggest monster of all.

She thought they were all big before she drove through town. There was still plenty of smaller ones. Together the two of them unloaded the flowers and brought them inside. The whole interior design looked like a cozy mounting cabin. Nice brown wood floors, light tan painted walls, dark brown leather couches and loveseats in front of a fire with a TV above it. Like she said. Cozy. With the way the room was layer out, she suspected that there were quite a few monsters living here.

There was a stairway going up to a second floor that looked over the living room. Doors lined the wall behind the balcony, each customized by their respective owners. It was like a lodge which fits with the decorating even more. Looking to the right, there was an archway showing the kitchen. Further up the wall was second archway reveling the dining area. The door at the far wall and straight ahead looked like a coat closet. Since there was a balcony with the rooms, below had to be something as a filler room.

Curiously took hold of her and he opens the door beside the fireplace. It opened up a long room with an indoor pool and workout equipment. She was curious about the upper rooms but knew it would be nosey and rude so she leaves them alone. Asgore comes in with the last vase and sets it down on the coffee table separating the seating from the fireplace. "Would you like some tea?"

Krystal closed the pool door and looked over at him. "I don't want to burden you….."

"Nonsense young one. It's the least I can do to show my appreciation for you helping me." He walks into the kitchen, ducking his head so he doesn't hit his horns on the already tall kitchen arch. By the small dents in the wood border, the maneuver must have taken getting used to before it became natural. The scent of tea made her smile but she quickly suppressed the swelling excitement. She didn't want to freak the kind man out.

Don't feel happy, don't feel sad, don't feel anything.

She repeats her mantra in her head a few times while sitting down and accepting the cup when offered. The chairs around the long dining table varied in width, height, and shape. All selected to fit certain people. She felt like Goldie Locks as she tried to find the one that suited her most. Sipping the tea, she was surprised at the flavor.

"Sweet."

"Isn't it? It's Butterscotch flavored."

"Butterscotch huh?" She drank more from the cup, enjoying the trickling warmth going down her throat. It was better than any tea she had before. Which isn't a lot. Asgore went quiet so she looked up at him curiously only for him to be staring right back. "Something wrong Sir?"

He blinks his blue eyes and leans forward. "What color…. Are your eyes? I believed them to be brown but…. Now I'm not sure."

Oh no, they did the thing. She looked down into the amber liquid within the cup to see ruby red orbs staring back. She tilts her head down, hiding her eyes with her bangs. "Brown…. Mostly."

"Mostly?"

"They tend to um... I should go." She murmurs and gets up. Bowing her head, she leaves the large house quickly and fumbles with the keys beside the driver side door. There was shift in the gravel behind her. Krystal froze, holding her breath. "Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand." A cold, empty, deep baritone sounded behind her. She stared into her reflection's bright vibrant red eyes and waited for them to dim as she took deep breaths. Turning around, she reached out to grasp a mitten covered hand. A long wet sound emits from in between their palms. A fart?

The girl looked up to see the shorter skeleton from yesterday. She blinked up at him. He was bigger up close. Much taller than expected. She thought he would be her height but instead he was a little over half of a head. He might be the same height as Bailey. Krissa was somewhat short herself. "the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, it's always funny."

She let out a long breath and manages a smile. "You…. Scared me…" Holding a hand over her chest, she felt her heart beating normally. The glowing dots of his eyes seemed to look her over curiously, like a brand new specimen. "C-can I help you with-." The buzz of her phone in her coat pocket startled her into squeaking. The ringtone followed. "Tomorrow" from the most recent of Annie remakes played. Bailey must be calling about the order. Krystal took out her purple flip phone (old fashioned as it is, she liked the design) and held it to her ear. The entire time, the skeletal being in front of her was simply watching. "Salutations…."

"Do not give me that Ruby. Twenty flower vases, it doesn't take an hour to drop off that much! I bet the king even helped!" She wanted to morph into the car and disappear. Her head was trying to turtle itself into her scarf as the scolding continues. "Why aren't you back here already?!"

"He…. Invited me to… tea." She tried but her voice died off into a quiet murmur. The one man audience was not helping her confidence at all.

"Just hurry back. In the meantime, I have the need to ogle this hot guy standing outside the window. You should join me."

Krystal only crinkled her nose at the prospect of watching some boy. The call ends and she snaps the phone shut, looking up at the skeleton. His grin ever present despite his narrowed eye sockets eyeing her cautiously. "i was going to ask what you were doing here but…. i think that just answered my first question. so let me cut to the next thing. Who. Are. You." His left eye was flickering with blue light like a firefly trying to shine. She flinched back and gripped the door handle.

"I'm Krystal. I need to go… bye!" With that, she quickly got into the car and drove off as fast as the speed limit would let her. That was absolutely terrifying. Despite the borderline traumatizing experience, she kept thinking one thing. Why was he angry? Surely they haven't met before

aside from the flower clearing and just now. What could she have done?

Shaking off the thoughts, the girl got out of the car and walked into the store. Suddenly something tackled her to the ground. She can see a tuft of purple and blue hair from her lower vision. Dayna. The woman was petite but had so much strength that it just didn't seem normal. Then again, none of her friends were normal. The round freckled face and small upturned nose was a welcome sight. The fake red eyes glittered with mischief.

The smaller woman jumped off her and grinned, showing canines that are sharper than normal but completely authentic. She never filed them to look like fangs. Dayna helps her friend to her feet and laughs at the ruffled look she now sports. "I heard you went into the town of horrors today!"

Krystal gasped and shook her head. "Don't be rude. They aren't scary." Then she remembered the skeleton and looked down. "Not all of them." Her boisterous companion waved her hand dismissively before turning to the roses on the shelves. She picks up a pink one and twirls around like a little girl caught in a daydream.

"Oh I bet they were awesome. After three years, they started coming into town to look at human stuff but I have yet to 'meet' one ya know?"

Krystal smiled and went to work arranging some bouquets to be ready tomorrow. Dayna didn't work here. She didn't work anywhere to be exact. Dayna was a professional local musician. She would get gigs at all the hot spots in the city and some in the town. She had so much time to kill since she refused major producers. Dayna wanted to stay local and nothing else. No one in Ebbot would complain. She listened to her friends talk for most of the time until it was time to go.

"Bye dearie!" Bailey called out.

The walk home was just as it always is. Quiet. Slipping on her headphones, she turned on her music. A violin played in her ears. "Roundtable Rival by Lindsey Stirling." Her ability to make a unique and modern style out of a classical instrument had hooked her immediately and she instantly became a fan. Her feet fell into the rhythm of the song. Every once and a while, she'd spin and twirl. It must look ridiculous. Krystal was a horrible dancer, that much she knew. All she did was move on certain cues, not knowing if they were real dance motions or not.

Her feet took her to the clearing of buttercups. She flops onto her back, eyes staring up at the moon as the songs cycled through the shuffled playlist. Cool evening fall air brushed over her face. Time passes but everything felt still. The only signs of movement being the shifting treetops. The music stops. It reached the end of the playlist. Krystal slides off her headphones and sits up. An hour and a half. That was how long she was here. She knew because that was how long it takes for every song to play.

She didn't want to go back home yet. The house would be empty like usual with only flowers to greet her on arrival. A shiver runs through her and she rubs her arms through the coat. Odd, it was warm a second ago. Then the faster beating of her heart told her what she needed to know. Someone was watching her. Getting to her feet, she turned around, searching for the source of the uneasy feeling.

There, standing in the shadow of a looming tree was the skeleton. His sockets narrowed and white lights eyed her like a creature under a microscope. She hated that feeling. They both said nothing. One staring at the other. Finally her patience payed off and he stepped forward. "hey kid. you come here often?"

"Y-yeah. It's my favorite place ."

"how come?"

"Um…" She tries to calm her nerves by taking a deep breath, closing her eyes. "The clearing has the perfect view of the sky. Whether it's day or night, I would lay on these soft flowers and just watch time pass by. How everything is slow when you are completely isolated from the world. It's only me, only the earth and sky, and only an illusion of eternity…." She blushed when realizing that she was rambling and looked away. "I-if that makes sense."

She crouches down and plays with the petals of a buttercup. The skeleton chuckles beside her. The sound lighter than his words a few seconds ago. The tense edge was gone. So maybe she should ask now. "Have I... done something to upset you?"

The skeleton looked down at her, making her feel a bit like a mouse due to her folded up position. "don't worry about it kid. i'm just looking out for my family."

"Oh."

"that's it?" He rose a brow(bone?) at her and she merely shrugs in response. "not going to ask 'why'?"

Her head shakes, hair shifting left and right with the movement. "It isn't my place. You are monsters. I am a human who recently became an acquaintance with your friends. Knowing how my kind still treats you after all this time, your worry is understandable. So why ask when I understand? But if you are so eager to answer a question, here is one. Your name?"

He laughs and leans against a tree. "sans, sans the skeleton."

"Krystal." She smiled, happy to start over from the rough first impressions. Though Sans wasn't completely relaxed yet. She can sense his caution. Looking up at the sky's various hues, she stands up again. "I should go. It's late and I have work tomorrow." She started walking and he followed. She didn't say anything until she knew that he was following her in the exact path she takes home. "Um…."

"what? you expect me to let a girl walk home in the dark through the forest?"

"Yes. You have no obligation to help me."

"tibia honest, i want to see what kind of place you live at."

She looked at him from over her shoulders. "Did you just patella me a bone pun?"

Sans laughed. The sound warm and deep. "maybe i did. hopefully you found it humerus."

Krystal laughs gently and steps out of the tree line when her little house was visible.

Sans was only going for a walk. It was a beautiful night outside. Crickets chirping, stars are twinkling. It was a perfect day to go for a stroll. He decided to just head over to the clearing Frisk brought them to. Where he first saw HER. The girl who looked so much like the demon he fought many times before. Speaking of the decal, there she was. Just lying there with headphones over her ears. She didn't notice his presence until after she stopped listening.

The human sure spent quite some time here. He decided to make himself known after she took notice. The flash of bright red in her eyes nearly froze him. It was there for a second but he saw it for sure. He knows it had nothing to do with lighting because it was there was no way for that to happen during this time of day.

This human couldn't be Chara. That monster died a long time ago and his Frisk is a pacifist so they never came into contact with the dead child. Not to his knowledge. And even if they were alive today, they would be much older. Starting a conversation helped him get the idea that her personality wasn't the same. Her face was an emotionless mask but her interactions with others were normal. She was loved by her friends.

Seeing the clearing with the house, he started taking it all in. Flowers surrounded the building like a barrier. He didn't know all of the names of the flowers he saw but there were bush ones in the back rows against the walls sporting red blooms. A shorter bush type with various shades of the same flower were filling in the gaps shown by the red bush. Trees with magenta blooms line a cobblestone pathway.

There were smaller plants of different types sprinkled on the front line around her house. "you uh... sure like to garden." Was all he could say. The girl, Krystal as he knows it, smiled gently. She reached out and touched the shorter bush plant by her door.

"I do. Do you know what this one's called?" She knelt in front of the clump of pastel blue. When he said nothing, she continued. "It's a Hydrangea. They only have one type of seed yet they can be different colors."

That was interesting. "how does that work?"

She scooped up the dirt and held it up to him. "The pH of the soil." She drops the dirt and stands. "A pH over seven will turn the flowers pink in various shades depending on the amount. Bellow six will turn it blue. I like to randomize the soil with various minerals to create a blended look." Her eyes were different again but before he could look at the color to determine what the shade was, she turned towards her door. "Thanks for walking m home…. See you around, maybe." She murmurs before hurrying inside.

He hears the sound of the lock and chuckles. Paranoid much? Well she does live out in the middle of nowhere. No one will hear her scream if she gets attacked…. He shook his head, cursing himself for thinking that. Yes, she has a strange resemblance to the demon, but he has no proof that she is anything like them.

With a flash of his eye and a snap of his phalanges, he teleports back home.

…..

You want to gain their trust? Who will trust a demon like you?

I'm not…

Human? Correct.

I'm…..

Just stay in your gilded cage and don't come out.

I… I'm sorry.

For what?

For exsisting…..

Good girl.

…..

Krystal wakes up with sticky tear tracks and wet lashes. Another bad dream.

Or was it memory

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