So

I think I owe everyone reading an apology. I'm so sorry for not updating this story, but I have a goodish reason. I got sucked into a new fandom. If any of you have seen my profile on AO3 you'll know I've written a Death Note story, because I have got really obsessed with that show. So, that's the reason I forgot about this story. However, now I can (hopefully) get back to a chapter every Friday, Saturday or Sunday. I've also planned out the basic skeleton (hehe) of this story. It's going to have between 11-14 chapters, and will definitely have a sequel. I'm really looking forward to writing Winged Demon, but we have to get through Pacifist Route first.

Bye!

EDIT: I now have a tumblr for this fic! It'll be where I'll post any art relating to it (and even fan art if I'm lucky enough, hint hint nudge nudge.)

In the next room Toriel told Frisk that she wanted them to walk to the end of the long room alone ('Not entirely alone' Chara thought slyly) and then speed walked away at an alarming pace. Huh. Who knew Toriel could walk that fast. After a tense journey Frisk was startled to see Toriel jump out from behind a pillar. The goat woman reassured them that she didn't really leave, and then told them there was a reason she had walked off. To test their independence.

Toriel left, and Frisk just stood there, waiting obediently.

A minute passed

Two minutes passed.

"Alright, enough!" Chara loudly exclaimed, making Frisk jump. "Either she isn't coming back in a while, or she's forgotten about us. I'm going to go with the former, as she seems pretty attached to us." Frisk merely looked up at her, a hint of confusion on their face. "So, my plan is that we get through wherever the hell we are on our own, locate Toriel and find out what's going on in this 'Underground' and what was going on with that flower."

The other child just nodded in agreement, still slightly shocked from the ghost's earlier outburst. For the previous five minutes or so Chara had been uncharacteristically quiet, gazing off into the distance. They had missed the ghost's loud tone, as it scared them, but also comforted them.

Frisk was determined to make friends with the ghostly kid, even if it would be a challenge. After all, if making friends was a challenge, it just made the reward even sweeter So Frisk was learning to like the brash, loud child.

Travelling through the first half of the ruins was uneventful enough it could almost be considered boring. Froggits, whimsuns and the occasional Migosp assaulted Frisk left and right, but somehow the kid didn't die. They encountered another 'save point' as well, which was a pleasant surprise. Chara had learnt enough about souls that by now she knew what the save points did. They would come in useful.

The most interesting part was when Frisk encountered the depressed ghost called Napstablook. During the fight Frisk selected CHECK, and Chara responded with what she thought.

"This ghost has no sense of humour"

Napstablook looked confused for a second, before replying "i'm reeeeaaaal funny…"

Wait, what!

Did that ghost - did they - they heard – what?!

Chara was left gaping at the floating white being, muttering "You can hear me?"

…

Nothing

I guess they could only hear them when they were describing the battle.

Chara was about to talk to Frisk when the world returned to colour. The ghost faded away.

Chara was left in silence once again for the rest of the ruins. When they eventually reached the ruins the ghost drifted through the door, taking in the sweet smell of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. She remained there for the next ten minutes, just letting the sights and the smells wash over her. This…this warm feeling in her chest. This was love, this was happiness, this was contentment.

This was home.