Frisk and Chara were walking down the street. The pretty houses were lined up in neat and tidy little rows. Toriel's house was up ahead, housing herself, Frisk, Chara, and the Skeleton Brothers, Sans and Papyrus. As they walked along, there was a rustle in a nearby shrub. Frisk and Chara turned their heads in the direction of 's house with his neat front yard. The hedge in front of his house was shaking as a portal opened up. It closed after something had come out and landed behind the bush. Chara and Frisk hurried to the hedge, quickly looking both ways before crossing the street. Chara looked over the neatly trimmed hedge to see someone behind it. Frisk copied her movements, seeing a blond-haired girl, her eyes blue like the sea. Frisk looked at her questioningly while Chara just stared at her, waiting for something. The girl quickly took in their faces and the scenery around her. She began to speak gibberish to Frisk. "Hmm." Chara thought hard, as though translating what the girl was saying. "You don't know where you are? Can you understand me?" Chara asked the girl. Frisk realized that the girl was wearing something like a hospital gown, and not any actual clothes. The girl looked at Chara as though she had questions. She began to speak the same gibberish of weird noises. Chara nodded. "I see. So you don't understand English..." "Wait, you understand what she's saying?!" Frisk asked quickly. Chara nodded again. "Yes. She speaks Wingdings. I wouldn't think many knew how to speak it, let alone understand it." Chara responded. Frisk looked back at the girl. "Ask what her name is!" Frisk whispered into Chara's ear. Chara nodded once more and spoke the same language as the girl. The girl responded in Wingdings as Chara looked back at Frisk. "She says she's 'Subject 17A.' That must be what she was called at the lab." Chara added quickly. "The lab? Like, the True Lab?" Frisk questioned. "Yes. She must've been one of the first, but why was she called 17A? I wonder..." Chara's voice trailed off. Frisk checked the time using a small pocket watch Sans lent her. "Ahh! Toriel's going to flip out! It's almost four o' clock! Chara, we have to go!" Frisk said urgently. Frisk started to pull her arm when she realized she wasn't going to budge. Frisk stopped her attempt and gazed back at the girl. "What're we going to do with her," Chara asked. "We can't leave her here." Frisk stared at the girl for a moment longer before an idea hit her. "Maybe we can invite her to the house for a sleepover! Say she's from our school. It may be suspicious if she looks like she's from a hospital, though." Frisk added. The two pondered this for a moment. "Well, I do have a spare sweater she could borrow." Chara remembered. She slid the backpack off her shoulder and onto the concrete sidewalk. She reached into her back and out of it emerged a black sweater with two pink stripes like Frisk's. Frisk pulled out a spare pair of jeans out of her backpack and handed them to the girl. The girl grasped them.
The girl looked at the sweater and pants curiously. Chara and Frisk realized simultaneously that she doesn't know how to dress herself. Reluctantly, they dressed her while she examined the process. Frisk checked her pocketwatch. "Ten minutes until five, Chara! TEN MINUTES! Oh gosh, Toriel's probably worried sick!" Frisk said as she rambled on about how much trouble they'd be in while Chara talked to the girl. "Do you have a real name?" She said to her in wingdings. "No, I do not know what my name is besides Subject 17A." She responded. Chara sighed as they walked on. "Don't say anything to the people you'll see. Don't say anything around them, they'll ask questions. If they do, Frisk and I should be able to step in." Chara told her. The girl nodded. After pondering for a moment, Chara stopped dead in her tracks. Frisk noticed as she turned around. "Wait, if anyone asks what her name is, we can't say 'Subject 17A!' That'll make everyone ask questions! We have to come up with a name for her." Chara said to the other two. She repeated her words in Wingdings for the girl, then began to think. After a moment of thinking, "Maybe her first name could be Addyson. Because 17A?" Frisk suggested, putting emphasis on the A. Chara nodded. "That'll do. But what about her last name? What's the seventeenth letter of the alphabet?" Chara asked herself aloud. After a second of thinking, Frisk piped up. "Q is the seventeenth letter of the alphabet, so maybe her last name could be Quinton!" Frisk said. "Addyson Quinton is a great name. It'll do just fine." Chara announced. The headed to Toriel's house, silently praying that Toriel would even allow the girl to stay.