Chapter 5

After SAVING, Frisk looked about the room. Now, she noticed that a Froggit- another small human in a frog costume, although he seemed… to be more of an adult- near the two doors nearest to her. He looked at her with a bit of hope, seemingly wanting to tell her something.

So, jumping up- she had decided to knelt in the red leaves- she walked over to him. "Hello," she said, hoping this one would understand her.

"Ribbit, ribbit," the Froggit croaked, slightly surprising Frisk as he didn't use actual words.

"*Let me translate," Chara laughed. Then, when she spoke, her voice was deep and raspy. "*(Excuse me, monster. I have some advice for you about battling humans. If you ACT a certain way or FIGHT until you almost defeat them… They might not want to battle you anymore. If a human does not want to fight you, please… Use some MERCY, monster.)"

"Ribbit," the Froggit finished.

"How did he say all that in three ribbits?" Frisk asked.

"*I have no clue really," Chara laughed. "*It's their own language I guess. I bet they'd be able to speak to the frog monsters up top!"

For a moment Frisk paused, trying to figure out what Chara meant by "up top," until she realized that she was referring to the Surface. Shrugging it off, she made her way to the door on the wall next to the door she had entered the room from.

Inside the room was an odd pillar, albit it was rather short, with a bowl of candy on top. Frisk bounded over- she loved candy, and it was rare when she got it, usually some dropped pieces from her sister's Halloween basket or some leftover Easter eggs that Catherine had failed to find, or had purposely looked over since they were in rather dirty spots, as the family joined the village's Easter egg hunt every year. Although Frisk was told to give any eggs she grabbed to her sister, Frisk would usually stockpile the ones her sister didn't find in a little hole she had dug and hidden near the house, making it so her basket was almost always empty. If she failed to take the eggs to that spot, which would be her stockpile until Halloween, because she was caught by her parents or Catherine, she would be scolded. However, the other kids in the village- ones she trusted, her friends- would usually save some eggs for her and come over to the stockpile spot to hide those eggs once the hunt was almost over.

But, Frisk knew manners better than her sister, as she read the sign at the bottom of the bowl. "Please take one," it read. Frisk smiled. Catherine would most likely have stolen the whole bowl if she was down here with her older sister. But, Frisk reached in, and took one.

"*You got the HUMAN CANDY," Chara said, then mimicking the Legend of Zelda's theme for receiving good items. "*Ooh I hope you got one that's not licorice flavored. Those taste terrible." Then she made a "bleh" sound, possibly sticking out her tongue, which Frisk quickly mimicked. "*Oh hey you hate licorice too?"

"It's the only candy Catherine gives me willingly," Frisk said, sticking her tongue out. "Usually an eighth of her Halloween candy is licorice- the village children who stay and answer the door do it to spite her."

"*Who's Catherine?" Chara asked.

"She's my little sister," Frisk said with a half-smile. "Born four years younger than me. I'm fourteen, which makes her ten."

"*Wait, you're fourteen years old?!" Chara yelped, shocked. "*I thought you were six! How are you so small?! Boss monsters your age should be four-in-a-half feet tall!"

"My growth is stunted," Frisk said with a sigh. "My parents were worried at first- before Catherine was born- about me never being a perfect daughter. My family is a royal family, we're related to Queen Mariah, who rules Montaria, the kingdom this mountain is in, so I was expected, as the heir, to be the perfect daughter. But I'm not. Catherine is, with her midnight black fur and her white hair-fur and her fluffy bunny tail and her not being a stunted child like me…"

"*Your family sounds terrible. Sooo I'm guessing your family abuses you and that's why you have bruises on your horns," Chara murmured. "*And here I thought that monsters were better after a hundred years."

"You can see my bruises?" Frisk asked, bringing a hand up to her horn, rubbing at a dull, gray spot near the base. "I thought I doctored it enough to where it wouldn't be seen…"

"*The gray spot is easier to see from my view…" Chara sighed. "*I'm sorry your family is abusi- wait! I know, let's free the humans, then you can get a better family!"

"Wait wha?" Frisk asked. "How are we supposed to do that?"

"*I have no clue, but I have this feeling- I get them often- that we can do it!" Chara laughed. Then she paused. "*Although for some reason it has to involve Flowey- why do we need the help of that peony?"

Frisk shrugged, then left the room, walking passed the Froggit and following the path. But, as she was nearing the next arch, a FIGHT began, draining color from the world.

Before her was a young boy, probably six or seven years old, and surprisingly, he had fake fairy wings sewed onto the back of his shirt, and a headband with antenna on his head.

"*Whimsun approached meekly!" Chara said, slightly worried. "*Spare him, he already does not want to fight. Look at how much he is shaking."

Frisk did notice how much he was shaking- and how scared he look- and hurriedly took her turn. [MERCY], *Spare.

"*You won! You earned 0 gold and 0 EXP!" Chara said, cheering slightly. "*Come'on, let's get going."

Frisk nodded, and walked passed the Whimsun. The next room was just a hallway- although the center of it had cracked tiles. Pausing, Frisk tilted her head.

"*Just step on them- and fall through. There's soft leaves underneath that you'll fall on," Chara murmured. "*Then again, you can-"

And then Frisk got on all fours, and jumped over the broken tiles.

"*-jump over them. OK then."