Frisk sunk into the comfort of the chair, watching Mettaton's performance intently. Lunchtime had just ended, and she had been spending most of the day at the Mettaton Resort, volunteering to help out as a waitress. Now, she took a lunch break; Papyrus had called her earlier on and told her to come to the ruins for a special surprise. 'I wonder what it is.' thought Frisk, eagerly leaping out of her seat at the notion. Collecting her dirty plates and dropping them off at the kitchen, Frisk left with a spring in her step and wandered off to the ruins.
"Hey, Papyrus!" Frisk grinned, walking into the kitchen. It hadn't taken long for her to come all the way back to the sweet house which juxtaposed the fear of the ruins.
"Ah! Human! I see you have come for your surprise!" the tall skeleton grinned.
"I'd love to see it! What is it?! What is it?!
"Alright, but we'll have to be quiet." He whispered, with a giggle.
Holding back her shouts of anticipation, Frisk took the skeleton's gloved hand and walked with him to a spare bedroom. The door creaked open, and Papyrus led his young friend into the room where the newest human slept.
Frisk gasped with glee and skipped towards the fifteen year old girl, who had her ginger, blonde and brown hair in a high ponytail. The girl's face was practically flawless - clearly well looked after - yet she owned no makeup and this lack of special effects somehow amplified her pure, utopian beauty instead of making it feel like there was something vital missing.
Papyrus knelt beside the bed, grinning at Frisk, ecstatically. She grinned back, brushing stray hairs from the girl's perfect, placid, peaceful face, revealing bandages very faintly stained with blood. "We think they hit their head on the way down." nodded Papyrus, upon noticing Frisk's quizzical expression. "They're sure to wake up soon enough; they must be almost done healing by now."
He reached under the bed and pulled out a big, turquoise, butterfly I themed backpack. "They brought this with them. They must've needed to bring a lot of stuff; its kinda heavy." Frisk took the bag, finding it to be much more weighty than expected, and dragging the zip - a poppy keyring - to see what was inside.
Unfortunately, the bag was so full that all of it's contents flooded the room in one massive explosion that could be heard far and wide, killing the silent atmosphere in an instant and waking the human from her salubrious slumber.
"Woops." Frisk blushed. "Hehe. Sorry."
With a bang and a crash, the interior of the human's bag had now been scattered across the scarlet room; a large tattered, A3 art pad hid underneath a wardrobe, a pair of colour-splattered headphones lay limp on the leather of the backpack's base, a see-through toiletries box - which contained an orange toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, a small comb, and a bunch of hair clips and bobbles - lounging about on Papyrus' lap and more. Frisk and Papyrus scrambled to get everything back where it belonged, but the human had already woken up, and was staring bewilderedly at the panicking pair.
Sitting slowly and rubbing her eyes, she spoke, with a yawn, "Hmm... Where... Where am I...?" Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark light; all she could see was two figures (one tall, one small) and the red, red rug with the tiny blocks of bright light, let in by the cracks in the door. She turned to her left and discovered a lamp, which she switched on, to uncover the identities of her intruding, nosey thieves. Panicking thoughts invaded Papyrus' mind, causing him to spinelessly shield himself with his frisky friend as the girl faced the two of them. "Um... What are you doing with my bag?" she asked, in a naturally quiet, almost inaudible voice.
The human was sitting under a great, olive green coat with a fluffy hood and numerous golden buttons. Her legs were protected by a pair of torn, unprotective denim jeggings and her socks were, by some means, spotlessly clean and white, while her muddy, black trainers lay at the side of the bed - by the looks of things, she had expected the area to be much colder than it actually was. The expression on her face was a mixture of annoyance and discombobulation.
"Erm... Er... Sorry," shrugged Frisk. "I guess curiosity kind of...took over me... Hehe."
The quiet human crossed her legs and looked around. "Okay." she said, nearly silently.
"I'm Frisk. We're the only humans down here. I've been living here for around two months now. What's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before." the twelve year old said.
"I'm Kirsty...Poppy." Kirsty replied, shyly.
"GREETINGS, HUMAN!" yelled Papyrus, who had been watching quietly from behind Frisk's head the whole time. Kirsty flinched and Frisk let out a yelp, covering her ears in surprise. "I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, LEADER OF THE ROYAL GUARD! It is nice to meet you, Kirsty. I am sorry about your bag; we didn't know it had so much stuff in it."
"No, i-it's okay." said the teen. "I don't think you could've really broken anything."
"Phew! Good." sighed Frisk. "Anyway, how are you feeling? Better?" Kirsty nodded. "Good. You hit your head on the way down and fell unconscious. But, don't worry. Papyrus and Queen Toriel took care of you. I think you can take that bandage off now."
"Oh. Alright." nodded Kirsty, hesitantly removing the bandages and, to her delight, came to know that she had fully healed.
"Okay. Cool. Alright... Um... Can I ask you a question?" Frisk asked, rubbing the back of her neck as she sat down next to Kirsty.
"Sure." she replied, Papyrus sitting on her other side.
"Um... Were you...planning on...staying, or would you want to get back to your home as soon as possible?" said Frisk, sadly.
"Well... I kind of...ran away...so, I don't think I'll be leaving to any home at all if I do leave." Kirsty answered.
"Oh. Good, because if you wanted to leave...you'd kind of have to kill someone to do it... Ehehe."
"Oh... So... I'm trapped here?"
"Uh... Yeah."
"BUT YOU'RE TRAPPED WITH SOME REALLY COOL GUYS, SO IT'S NOT SO BAD!" beamed Papyrus, just managing to push a smile onto the new girl's face.
"Yeah... Hehehe..." sighed Kirsty.
"We started building houses in Snowdin and Waterfall not too long ago, but I don't think any of them are ready to live in yet, so would you like to live in my house until you get one of your own?" Frisk suggested, attempting to lighten the mood.
"THEN YOU'LL LIVE NEAR ME!" Papyrus exclaimed, happily.
"... Yeah, sure. 'Course I will." nodded Kirsty.
"Great! After we're done cleaning up this mess, we'll go to my house, straight after, okay?" Frisk asked.
Kirsty smiled lightly. "Okay."