The orange-white light of the tabletop lamp brightened up the corner of the otherwise completely dim room. Neatly stacked on the tablet were copybooks and workbooks of all different shapes and sizes, each one containing many different copied-down lessons and corrected exercises about different subjects. The tidiness of each one varied between book, with the history one being the cleanest by far, lessons written in 3 differently colored pens and papers and photocopied pictures neatly glued in and perfectly aligned on the page it was stuck to.

Not all of the books were that organized, however. The mathematics one, for example, was a mess of scrawls and smudged ink, with each page's corners creased up. Quite a mess, to say the least. But the young boy who owned these books didn't seem to care too much. He'd just turn a page - and begin messing that one up instead.

The boy sneeked a quick peek at a particular page in the aforementioned history book, looking at an emblem consisting of three triangles at the bottom, and a circle in the middle, with either side of it containing a basic wing shape. He studied it for a few seconds as he commited its features to memory, shut it again and continued to sketch it out on a pad of paper, slowly creating the wings next to the circle. He felt a cool breeze tickle his neck, and ruffle the bottom part of his pajama shirt. The boy got up and moved to the window, standing on the chair he was sitting on, and went to shut it. Closer to the breeze that was coming in, the boy's long hair began to flutter. Before he did shut the window though, he gazed out at the illuminated town around him.

Currently, all was quiet. Most young Monsters and Humans had been tucked into bed by their parents and had fallen asleep hours ago. Not this one; he was still busy with some 'works' of art he was currently creating. Despite the noise and constant rustling of screwed-up paper, he was kind of surprised that his so-called 'mother', Toriel, hadn't come into his room to see what he was up to when he should be sleeping.

Maybe she's gone to bed as well, or maybe she thinks I'm still busy with homework. The boy thought, smirking. Maybe breaking one or two rules was okay, but he would regret it in the morning if he didn't go to sleep soon. The boy yawned, and decided to look at the distant mountain that made up the beautiful backdrop of this quiet town. Mount Ebott.

Exactly one year ago, this little boy fell down into the dark passageways of the Underground after attempting to climb the mountain. The entire population of Monsters that had been banished by the Humans to this place, was what he found. They tried to kill him and take his Soul so they could breach the barrier keeping them down there. But instead of killing him, they made friends with him. The boy became the saviour of all the Monsters in the world, destroying the barrier and letting them back up to the surface, where they and Humans now co-exist in perfect harmony. It was all thanks to this little boy that every single Monster in the world was now living a happy life...

Wait. Not all of was one more person who I knew... Maybe only for a few minutes, but even so, he's still the one person who's my best friend... Frisk thought.

Frisk closed his eyes and remembered a certain 'Surreal Dreamer', the one who couldn't come with Frisk to the surface...

Frisk, don't you have anything better to do?

Asriel Dreemur...

The real saviour. The one who sacrificed his happiness and his life for the others.

Frisk's true best friend.

Are you still alive? Are you still down there? Are you safe? Are you sound? And... do you still remember me...? Frisk began to think in his mind, gazing at the faint outline of the mountain.

Frisk turned around and looked at his bedside clock. The red LEDs lit up the numbers 23:24. It was almost midnight. Frisk raised his eyebrows at this. That much time had passed already?

I'd better get to sleep... I'll be regretting it if I don't.

Frisk shut the window and latched it, drew the curtains, tidied up the desk to the best of his ability, and headed for his bed. He was planning on catching up with Sans and Papyrus tomorrow. Undyne could be coming for the ride as well. They agreed to meet up at the park. He couldn't wait, but he had to. Sleeping would help him bring the time closer.

Frisk brought the duvet over his body and rested his head on the pillow, looking face-up at the ceiling, thinking about what other friends he could invite...

Asriel... Wish you were here, buddy. You asked me if I had something better to do. Of course I do, and I want you to come along and do it with me and the others.. But you can't...

Frisk let out an exasperated sigh. If he was here now... He'd be with him all of the time. They'd do anything. They'd face anything. They'd help anyone. They'd face anyone. He just wanted to be with him again...

Frisk... I need you...

Please...

Help me... Help me... Help me...