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Chapter Three

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Frisk stood on her tiptoes to peer into the bowl, tilting her head at seeing the candy that filled it. She grabbed a small handful before going to kick around in the water, stuffing the candy in her pockets. She munched on it with a hum before she hopped out of the water and explored a bit more. Glancing around as she entered another room, she hummed a quiet tune to herself. Before she could get much farther, she gave a cry of surprise as she stepped on a false spot in the floor, falling down into another room, where she landed on a pile of leaves. Standing and brushing herself off, she walked into the door on the other side of the room.

As though by magic, she was pushed up to the room she'd originally fell from. Looking down into the hole, she was able to see the leaves. She tilted her head a bit. "Huh." She turned back to the direction she'd been going in before her phone rang. She picked it up, holding it to her ear like she saw lots of grown-ups do.

"Hello?" The voice coming in from the phone was just a bit covered in static, but the voice was warm and already familiar. "This is Toriel. For no reason in particular... Which do you prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?"

Frisk thought long and hard about this question. It was a very important question, after all. Cinnaminaminamon was very good, and she'd tasted it in a few things, but buttermascotch - if she remembered - was the really good yellow candy. Yes. Yes, she'd decided. "Buttermascotch."

"Oh, I see." There was a sound that could have been a particularly bad patch of static, or could have been a snort of laughter. It was rather hard to tell. "Thank you very much!" With that, the phone was giving a click to show the call had ended. Frisk stared at the phone for a moment before tucking it away in her pocket. She walked about three steps before the phone was ringing and she put it back to her ear with a bit of a frown. "Hello? This is Toriel.

"You do not dislike cinnamon, do you? I know what your preference is, but... Would you turn up your nose if you found it on your plate?"

"Nooo." Why didn't she ask earlier? Even with her annoyed tone, it sounded like Toriel was smiling - it was easy to tell even through a phone.

"Right, right, I understand. Thank you for being patient, by the way." With that, the call was ending once more. And aw... Now Frisk felt bad for being upset. Putting the phone away again, she paused and waited before nodding and going into the next room.

After a weird conversation with a rock or two, Frisk was blinking at seeing her soul appear in front of her. At the same moment, a flying bug type of creature appeared in front of her. The little thing looked distraught and ready to cry, approaching her meekly and giving a small sniffling sound at the sight of her. Frisk frowned, looking up at it. "Are-"

Not even finishing her word, the creature burst into tears and ran away, sounding as if they were sobbing. It was only a few moments before they were gone, Frisk's soul disappearing back inside of her. Frisk frowned, rubbing at her arm. She just wanted to know if they were alright... She walked to the bridge that was now free of spikes. About to set foot on the bridge, she gave a small scream and scrambled back when the spikes suddenly appeared again.

"Oh, sorry, pardner!" The rock that she had spoken to seemed rather distraught at her sudden scream, looking - or at least trying to - apologetic. "I guess you wanted me to stay still, huh? Don't worry, I can fix it." With that, the rock was moving to press down a metal tile, the spikes disappearing once more. A small sniffle, and Frisk was setting a foot on the bridge, pulling it back in an instant. Watching carefully, she sped across the bridge and into the next room. She didn't want to pause and play in the water if that might happen again.

In the next room, there was a small table with some cheese stuck to it, the vague glance of something shiny on the floor, and a cute mouse hole. She pounced, trying to catch the shiny, frowning at not being able to pick it up. Looking to the cheese, she grabbed at it only to find it stuck to the table. She pulled at it as hard as she could until it finally came loose. With a nod, she walked over to the mouse hole and gently pushed the cheese inside.

There was a small squeak from inside, Frisk beaming. Knowing that the mouse might one day leave it's hole to get the rest of the cheese... It filled her with DETERMINATION.


*insert witty parting line that makes you question where this story is going and how it will end*