The Ruins Part 5

On the large living room table, there now stood a large and brown bread like object surrounded dozens of small candles formed in an irregular pattern. Occupying one seat was the strange potted flower. Frisk took a seat by one end of the table and examined the ugly thing, which Frisk could only guess was supposed to be the pie. It looked closer to a burnt, circular loaf of bread, clearly not meant for eating. Despite not really expecting much, Frisk still found herself disappointed.

"Is that the pie?" she asked.

"Of course," the creature gently said. "What else would it be?"

"I dunno," Frisk replied. "Looks more like burnt toast."

"Well in any case, why don't you try it out? It's good."

He took out a large, dull kitchen knife and slowly carved out a slice. Then he put it on a small, unclean plate and let it slide across the table towards Frisk.

She then stared down at the dark brown object on her plate. Up close, it looked almost identical to dirt. Suddenly, this filthy thing on her plate brought back dozens of memories of old fairy tales with monsters and their unfavourable choice of food, and Frisk was now starting to feel apprehensive again.

"What's in it?" she asked the monster.

"Oh, just sugar, cinnamon, that kind of stuff," the creature replied. "You don't… like those sort of things?"

Frisk looked at him doubtfully.

"Any other ingredients you forgot to mention?" she asked. "Anything of… the human variety perhaps?"

"Oh no none at all," the creature reassured. "Try some. I hope it's good."

Frisk hesitated again, but then she noticed how the creature seemed so proud of his little creation. Also the large, almost fake, reassuring grin on his muzzle seemed to yell, "please". And so, Frisk decided to take the monsters word for it, despite all that her instincts were telling her.

"Alright," she said.

She picked up a small dirty spoon and prepared herself for the "pie".

"It can't be that bad right?" she mumbled under her breath.

She carved out a spoonful and felt how the inside seemed much softer than the exterior. Frisk let the bite hang on her spoon a bit, at examined the way it seemed to softly drip down on the table like mud.

Here comes the aeroplane, she thought and put it in her mouth.

Frisk gagged. It tasted more putrid than it looked, the way the dry bits mingled in her mouth alongside the mud like, semi-liquid that filled the insides made her feel like she was eating dirt mixed with mud. Either that or a long expired cookie found in some unclean back alley.

"Oh god," Frisk said with her mouth full.

She couldn't help herself. It tasted so awful, she couldn't get herself to be the least bit polite about this. The creature was beginning to take notice.

"Is it not good?" he asked with a worrying expression.

"No, no, no, it's fine," Frisk lied. "It's fine. It's perfectly alright. I just… I just ate it wrong its all. It's fine, see?"

Then she put another spoonful of the moist dirt into her mouth and she gagged again.

"See!" she said while attempting not to spit it out. "Perfectly alright!"

"It don't look alright," the creature said. "It's fine. You can be honest with me. If you don't like it, then I won't get upset."

Frisk gagged again and hurled the half eaten piece back onto her plate.

"Oh god I'm sorry," she said and cleaned her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Don't be," the creature said. "You were honest. That's what's important."

"Uhhh, ok," Frisk replied.

"In any case," the creature said. "I think I have something that's possibly much more to your liking. My boy Flowey will just eat the rest of the pie. I'm sure he's gonna love it."

Frisk glanced at the plain, empty sunflower.

"Yeah I hope he does," she said with the faintest hint of sarcasm.

The creature stood up.

"Well just stay here for a while, I'll be back in a moment," he said and headed to the kitchen.

Once he was there, Frisk could hear the rumbling through cupboards and closets as if the creature was hurryingly looking for something.

"Now I don't think I'll ever match my wife's cooking!" he yelled from the kitchen. "Now there was a great chef! Absolutely spectacular! She made some of the best pies, much to the envy of the other folk! Ahhhh, can't wait for when she comes back home!. Home from... wherever she is now, Hope it's soon though because I'm slowly starting to forget her!"

Well, that's sad, Frisk thought.

Suddenly, she noticed something curious about the creature's saying.

Hang on, could this wife maybe be the person he said he was waiting for in the diary?

"But since she is not here!" the creature continued. "I guess we just have to make ends meet! Now, where is it… aha, here it is!"

He back came from the kitchen, holding something that looked like a large doughnut, and placed it on Frisk's plate. The doughnut looking thing was obviously not of the creatures making, as it looked a lot more polished and well made. Frisk felt completely enamoured by it.

"This looks good," she said. "One of your wife's cooking I'm guessing?"

"Oh, I wish it was," the creature replied. "This piece of pastry was actually made by spiders in fact."

"I'm sorry what?" Frisk asked in confusion. "Did you just say spiders?"

"Oh yes, spiders," the creature said without a hint of irony within him. "They are charming little creatures. Innocent and can be found almost everywhere here in the ruins. But they are also not very bright and are easily fooled. Very easily on fact. One day I ran out of money during my monthly visit to them. So you know what I did? I tricked them by giving them a crown made of pure gold and all they gave me was this single doughnut."

The creature chuckled proudly.

"Heh, silly little creatures. Such an object is worth more than a king's ransom, but to them, it was no more worthy than a single penny. I still laugh about that moment till this day."

"Uhhh… yeah," Frisk said. "You sure showed them."

She decided not to wrap her head around yet another of the monster's twisted logic and instead turned her attention to the doughnut that sat in front of her.

The circular bread was ink black, and the thick glaze was coloured purple complete with a black overlay that formed a spider web pattern. Frisk took a small bite, just to check it. The black coloured dough was soft, and the thick glaze melted in her mouth and filled it with a sweet sugary flavour.

"Oh my god, this is so good!" Frisk exclaimed, and the creature smiled in relief.

Frisk wasn't sure if the doughnut was actually that tasty or whether or not it was just so compared to the "pie" she had from earlier, but whatever the case, Frisk didn't care and quickly took another bite. This time however she felt herself bite something hard and small with a strange juice interior. Frisk hoped it was some sort of chocolate chip.

"Well that's good you like it," the creature said in excitement. "Very good, very good indeed. Well, I'll keep it in mind the next we'll have a treat like this. Whenever my son here wants some pie, I'll just jump on out of here and visit the spiders for a moment. Just for you."

Frisk smiled. Maybe this monster wasn't so bad after all.

But as much this moment fancied her, there was something biting her mind. Something, she felt needed to be discussed.

"Uhhh old man?" Frisk began with a full mouth.

"Yes?" the creature asked.

Frisk swallowed the bite.

"Look, man," she continued. "I appreciate what you're trying to do here, I really do. But the thing is… I barely know you, and I kinda wanna go home."

The creature looked bewildered.

"Home?" he asked as if he didn't understand that word.

"Yeah home," Frisk replied. "You know, where I am from? Up there?"

She pointed upwards with one hand.

"The surface?" she continued. "Like I said, you're nice and all, but I have some things to do. I have some people up there and…"

She paused for a while.

"I have some people that are waiting for me. I don't want them to needlessly worry, and I can't contact them with my phone for some reason. I have to let them know I'm fine and things like that. But I promise though, I will try to visit you as much as I can. Once a month, at least. I swear, and I promise I won't tell anyone else about this place if you'd like that."

The creature leaned further back into his chair, and then put on a thoughtful posture.

"I see," he began. "You have some other people waiting for you, you say? A family perhaps?"

Frisk's face turned a bit melancholy after hearing that last question.

"I guess you could call it that," she softly replied.

The creature chuckled a bit and smiled.

"Y'know it's been so long," he began. "I've seen so few people, and loved even fewer, so much so that I have almost completely forgotten what a family is anymore."

The creature sat in thoughtful silence for a while and the quietness was starting to make Frisk feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Oh goodness me," the creature suddenly said and quickly stood up. "I just realized. It's very late and it's time for bed."

Frisk snickered. She didn't believe him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she said and pulled out her phone. "It's only-"

Frisk stopped mid-sentence when she looked at the phone screen, where it said in big numbers the time was almost eleven-thirty at night. Frisk couldn't believe it. She could have sworn it was only morning when she fell.

Have I been down here for that long? she thought.

"This… doesn't make any sense," she said to the monster. "We've only been here for like what? 3 hours at the most?"

The creature shrugged.

"Time flies when you're having fun," he said and smiled.

He picked up the potted flower with both his hands, while Frisk was stuck in confused thoughts.

Did I set the time up wrong? She thought. This all feels too convenient. Convenient for him that is.

"We'll continue our conversation tomorrow ok?" the creature said. "Just get some rest for tonight and the next morning, where we're wide awake and with clearer minds, we'll discuss your departure."

"Don't I get a word in this?" Frisk asked.

"Of course you do," the creature said. "It's just a recommendation, is all. But you don't really want to stay awake all night, do you? It's not good for your health."

Frisk gave out an impatient sigh.

"I'm not even tired," she exclaimed.

"Bah, nonsense," the creature said. "I see it in your face. You're as wrinkly as my late mother. You'll fall asleep easily, you'll see."

"Ok then let's image that I actually am very tired in fact," Frisk said. "So where the hell am I supposed to sleep 'cause I ain't sleeping in your bed?"

"In your own room of course."

Then the creature reached his hand underneath his cloak and pulled out a rusty, gold keychain.

"Wait," Frisk began. "My room?

"Yes," the creature said. "Let me show you."

The creature walked slowly out of the living room with the keychain in one hand and the flower in the other.

I guess I'll follow him, Frisk thought. Don't think I have much choice.

Then she quickly ate the last doughnut piece and stood up.

The creature stopped at the first door in the hallway. Frisk noticed how his hand seemed to shake a little as he proceeded to put the key inside. It followed almost exactly the same rhythms as the way he shook in the dreadfully long hallway from earlier.

Was he always shaking like this and I've just missed it? Frisk thought.

But without much effort, the creature twisted and turned the key inside and opened up the door. The creature gave a satisfactory smile and looked at Frisk who stood still in the hallway.

"Come on in," he said. "Take a look."

Frisk stood still. Something felt off about this.

"Come now," the creature said. "The door won't bite."

"You go in first," Frisk said.

The creature looked at her confused, and then he just shrugged.

"I don't see why not?" he said and entered the room.

Maybe he's not trying to lure me after all, Frisk thought. But let's not put down my suspicions just yet.

She glanced into the room and became almost stunned in surprise. She had expected a dirty and almost empty room with dozens of cobwebs and maybe a single mattress, but what she saw instead joyfully surprised her. It wasn't the best looking room she had ever seen, but it was miles better than anything she had seen in the ruins so far, or even anything in this "house".

Like the flower, this singular room was given a lot more care than any of the other of its kind, what with the wooden floors being almost spotless and clean, with a large red rug in the centre which colours matched that of the surrounding wallpapers. There were a few cupboards, a singular closet and a toy box filled with various toys.

Frisk walked inside the room, just make sure she wasn't having some sort of strange illusion. It was like she had wandered through a portal that led to a completely different house. The way it paralleled to the rest of the ruins seemed completely unnatural.

"See?" the creature began. "There is nothing to fear at all. Now then, what do you think?"

"This is nice," Frisk commented, and this time she meant it.

The creature smiled again.

"That's good," he said. "That's very good indeed."

Then the creature looked at the flower in his hand and his smile faded.

"Uhh Frisk?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"I've uh," the creature began. "I unfortunately only have one bedroom to spare."

He raised the potted sunflower.

"I hope you don't mind sharing it with my son for tonight."

Frisk shrugged.

"Sure, sure," she said. "I don't mind, really."

"Ahhh, good to know."

He placed the potted flower on top of one of the cupboards.

"Don't worry, he's not a loud sleeper," he began and patted the flower. "Who knows? Maybe you sharing a room together will get you to know each other better. Now, let's see if everything's in order."

The creature then began carefully perusing through the cupboards and toy box while mumbling softly to himself.

"Everything's in order here. Also here- wait, where is the green crayon? Oh, there it is. Now let's check the…"

Meanwhile, Frisk's interest was focused on a curious looking pink backpack laying on the edge of the bed. It looked average sized, like a high school backpack, and had no decorations or identifying markers. Frisk lifted it up. It was light and empty. It also looked somewhat clean and recent, like it was put here just a few days ago.

"Hey what's the deal with this backpack?" Frisk asked.

"Pardon me?" the monster asked without looking from his perusings.

"This pink backpack right here," Frisk said. "It looks pretty recent. Like, where did you get it and why's it here?"

"Ahhh, you mean this little thing?" the creature said. "Hmmm, would you believe me if I told you I've completely forgotten?"

Of course, Frisk thought.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well it's because I have," the creature said.

Frisk sighed.

Just another mystery to add to the pile I guess, she thought.

"Oh and speaking of forgetting," the creature suddenly exclaimed. "I almost forgot about something important."

He went to one of the cupboards and pulled out of it two small, golden boxes with white coloured ribbons.

"What is that?" Frisk asked.

"Presents," the creature proudly declared. "What else?"

"Seriously?" Frisk asked. "For me?"

"Yes. And also for my son of course. I didn't want him to be left out you see. Now I forgot to mark them, so I think I may have gotten confused on which gift belongs to whom, but I hope you like whatever's in there either way."

Whatever's in there? Frisk thought. He doesn't know it himself?

The creature handed her one of the golden boxes, the one who looked the most used and crumpled. Frisk took it and shook it a little. It was very light, and inside there was something small with a clinking metallic sounding. Then she sat down on the floor and began to unfold it. The ribbon was very loose and Frisk found it curious how it felt like it was tied in a hurry.

When she was done, she laid the box on the floor, opened it, and then checked inside. On the bottom, there was a small, golden necklace shaped like a heart. Frisk picked it up and felt the rust and dozens of scratches on it hinting at its long age of use.

"Thanks for that," Frisk said to the monster.

He smiled a proud smile.

"Alright, I'll be going now," he said. "I think I am going to go to bed early today as a matter of fact, but until then I'll be in the living room and check out on you once in a while. In fact, I think I am going to lock your door so nothing but I can-"

"Hang on!" Frisk yelled in protest. "Don't do that!"

The creature looked at her.

"Why not?" he asked in honest confusion.

"Because uh…"

Shit, Frisk thought. This guy's want's to lock me in here. He must be planning to do something with me.

"Because…" Frisk continued. "...I just don't like to sleep with the door locked. It, uh, makes me feel, um, locked out I guess?"

"You prefer it if I kept it unlocked is that what you are saying?"

"Yes, yes, exactly."

The creature became thoughtful.

Oh, I definitely messed this up, Frisk thought.

But then the creature chuckled, smiled and said:

"Ah, it's alright. I'll leave the door unlocked just for you, ok?"

Oh, thank god.

"I'm mean…" the creature began. "Are you sure you're ok with tha-"

"Yes! I'm absolutely sure!"

"Alrighty then. Is there anything else I can do for you? Would you like me to read something for you or…?"

"Nah, I'm fine."

"Good. Then I'll be going now."

The monster headed for the door.

"If anything's the matter," he continued. "You can find me in either the living room or in my bed. I'm sure you know where that is. But in the meantime, good night and good rest."

He left through the door and closed it. After a few seconds, Frisk check to see if the creature had held his promise. Luckily, the door proved to be unlocked. She smiled.

Frisk went to examine the flower on top of the cupboard.

Yeah, I'm not gonna get used to that thing, she thought.

Frisk went to the lonesome bed in the room and let herself fall on it. It was immensely soft, perhaps the softest thing in this entire place.

Oh my god, I think I can sleep forever like this, she thought.

As she laid there, Frisk began wondering what was in the other package. She didn't want to go open it herself to check though, as she was sure it would summon either the creature's anger, disappointment or both.

Then Frisk realized that she felt immensely tired. A part of her considered that maybe the creature drugged her, but then she remembered all that happened the last few hours, all the walking, climbing and near death situations, and she realized what was even stranger was that she hadn't gotten tired sooner. Either that or the immense softness of the bed was getting to her.

Frisk was now wondering about what she would do when she was out of here. Would anyone believe her? She doubted it. Maybe she could prove it by showing everyone the ruins. But she also promised the monster not to do that. But what if she decided to break that promise? What would be the ramifications of that? How would society change? To the fact that magic and monsters were truly real. How would people change?

I don't think anything's going to be the same anymore, Frisk thought, not sure if she was pointing at life in general or just herself.

Then, before she noticed, Frisk had closed down her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep.

Frisk felt herself floating. Or rather, she felt a part of her floating, as she soon realized that she didn't have a body or any form to float with. She was just mere, incorporeal consciousness wandering through nothingness. Not through blackness or nothing in any metaphorical sense. Just, floating through literal nothing.

Then the voices, the whispers, and the chatter came. Frisk felt their minuscule vibrations rumble through her mind, and she believed if she somehow managed to reach out, she could touch the words and letters themselves. She thought at first that they were speaking to her, but then she noticed that the voices were rather speaking AT her. Frisk didn't completely understand it, but the best analogy she could think of was like she was a large, impenetrable wall that stood in front of dozens of people that spoke in her direction, but they were speaking to whoever or whatever lay behind her.

Some of the voices Frisk seemed to recognize, Others she didn't… and some she had yet to know, in some unforeseeable future. Frisk didn't understand how she knew that last part.

Most of them seemed inaudible, and Frisk somehow could only comprehend a few of them.

Why did you come here?

Come now little Dora.

Take care of mom and dad for me, okay?

Fucking imbecile.

It is the only way.

Then came fire, the heat and the horrors. Frisk couldn't see the horrors, but rather she felt them, crawling around and surrounding every inch of her "soul", or whatever that could best describe her current state.

Then the voices grew faster, louder and more frequent. The audible ones even more so.

I was right. Your mother should have gotten an abortion.

You'd be dead where you stand.

When children hear my name, they weep.

We should have wiped them all out long ago.

… the demon who comes when you call its name.

The fires and horrors grew now overwhelming, and the calmest of voices turned into yellings.

Please don't!

Come back here, little Dora!

I'll kill you!

I don't want to see you or your goddamn face ever again!

Down here, it's kill or be killed!

The voices almost deafen her now.

Please help!

The mind has a tendency to make memories where none exist.

Human's only answer to one thing! Fear! Fear and pain

SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!

FRANCISCA!

And in the centre of everything, she saw existence itself. An utter, incomprehensible anomaly, where everything and nothing existed simultaneously, and it grew and grew and threatened to swallow her whole. Then as she looked into the centre of this ever-changing cosmos she saw... him. The man in black. The man who speaks in hands. The one, who like all souls and living things did not exist once but now had conquered and ascended beyond the very concept of existence. The void yelled out his name like an incomprehensible angelic choir of a primaeval, alien faith, and it echoed through the endless chasms and took on forms and colours which no man, monster or soul had ever seen. Then he… it… Gaster reached out towards the floating consciousness and waited. And Frisk screamed.

Frisk woke up panting and covered in sweat.

"Ho-holy fucking shit man," she muttered.

She sat up and put her hand on her chest, and felt her heart rapidly beat as if she had just ran a marathon. Frisk had had her fair share of night terrors before, but none of them could even be compared to a fraction of what she had just been through right now.

"Oh, oh man," she said. "I'm never going to fucking sleep again, eh?"

She chuckled at her own bad joke.

Suddenly, the door burst open and the nameless monster stood in the doorway, with a face of intense dread and terror.

"Gah, Jesus Christ dude!" Frisk yelled out in shock.

But before she could react, the monster had rushed towards and embraced her.

"Dear gods what happened?!" he said with a tone of immense urgency. "I heard your yelling! Are you hurt?! Did the bed hurt you?! Oh, gods did somebody one hurt you-"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Frisk said. "I'm not hurt at all! And the bed is alright, thanks for asking!"

"Then did you see someone?!" the creature asked. "Was there someone in this room. Someone who threatened you?!"

"There was no one!" Frisk said. "I swear. It was just… a bad dream is all."

The creature looked at her with a surprised expression.

"Just a dream?" he asked. "Nothing else?"

The creature looked to the side seemingly thinking, and Frisk caught a hint of relief on his lion-like face.

"Yeah," Frisk reassured. "Just a dream."

But then the creatures face turned to Frisk with a sudden look of angry seriousness.

"You shouldn't have scared me like," he said sternly and stood up. "Don't do that again."

Wait what? Frisk thought.

"Shouldn't have scared you-what the hell, do you think I asked to have a nightmare-"

But before Frisk had finished, the creature had left and shut the door, seemingly too stuck in his own twisted mind to hear a single word from Frisk, and she was once again alone in uncomfortable silence.

"What the hell was that all about?" she said to herself.

Frisk laid back into bed, her mind full of thoughts. She put her hand back on her chest and felt her heartbeat slow down.

She found herself unable to sleep again. She didn't even feel tired anymore.

Frisk picked up her phone and looked at it. It was almost 4 AM.

Does time flow faster in this place or something? she thought.

Frisk's train of thought now began to wander around with no path or purpose, going from things like wondering about the creatures sudden change of tone, to the purpose of those strange, mystical ruins, about monsters and magic… and even that dreadful nightmare. After about half an hour of laying there, she had fortunately completely forgotten everything from it. Except for one thing. That strange name, Gaster. Even here in the waking world, Frisk felt it echo constantly through her mind. Just what was that name, she wondered. She was certain she had never met or even heard of someone with that name. Did her mind just make it up randomly on the spot? She wasn't sure whether that was even possible for the mind to do, but at the moment it was one of the most likely possibilities she could think of. But then why was it the only thing that stuck once she woke up? Not only that, but that name also filled her with slight dread, as if it belonged to or reminded her of someone she once knew and feared, but just couldn't pinpoint on exactly who or why.

Frisk just stared at the ceiling again, thinking about that name, about this place and other things. She found it impossible to fall asleep again, despite having only slept for a few hours. Once again, like most things in this place, Frisk couldn't figure out why. She felt it wasn't natural. Nothing about this place was natural to her. Frisk felt as if she was still dreaming, and this place was some sort of weird dream world where normal rules no longer apply. And then there was that creature, which seemed lonely and hesitant in letting her go, possibly because it so was desperate for any semblance of company to the point it had anthropomorphised a single flower.

Frisk thought about these things for a while, and then came to a single decision.

I'm going to get out of here, she thought.

Frisk waited until she was sure the large monster was asleep before she proceeded. She slowly opened the door to his room and peeked in. As Frisk suspected, the monster was fast asleep in the large bed, and his purple robe was thrown into a pile by a corner. Judging by the silhouette, one of the monster's anorexic looking hands was hanging down by the side of the bed, and Frisk was for once happy there wasn't light for otherwise, she might see some uncomfortable details.

With the empty pink backpack hanging from her shoulders, Frisk crept into the room, fearing with every step that the creaking might wake the tall monster. The creature began to snore a bit once she reached the desk. She slowly stroked her hand over it, feeling the rough texture of the large map of the ruins.

Frisk carefully rolled it up, glancing occasionally at the sleeping monster behind her just to make sure he wasn't awake. Once she was done, she put the map into her jeans back pocket and gently headed back to the door. The monster suddenly rustled in his bed and for a moment Frisk heart stopped as she thought he was waking up. She turned around and felt immense relief to see him still sleeping. The creature then began to mumble in his sleep.

"Wha-what are you… get-get out of here you-you..."

Frisk had reached the doorway and looked back at the sleeping monster. He had now stopped moving and mumbling and now slept on his back with one hand on top and the other dangling by his side. Besides his breathing, he looked as peaceful as if he was once the happiest creature in the world.

Seeing him so calm and oblivious made Frisk start to feel somewhat apprehensive on not informing the creature about her decisions. This was perhaps the sanest she had ever seen him. But Frisk felt she had made her choice, and if not now, then maybe not for a long time. Her only regret at the moment was that she didn't have a pencil or paper to write her goodbyes.

"Sorry old man," she whispered and then slowly closed the door.

Author's note:

Welp. Here it is. The next chapter of this fanfic. It's been a long time coming if you ask me. Perhaps my longest hiatus yet I think, and also the longest chapter so far I think. Once again, I am sorry for the delay. There has just been a bunch of stuff happening in my life, and more often than not I just wasn't up for it. Writing I mean.
But I manage to finish it. That all that matters at the moment. Now, onto my short commentary about this chapter.

So far, this is perhaps my favourite chapter so far, both in terms of writing tone and character. There is also plenty here in terms of mystery and character development. There are some hints about Frisk's life on the surface and by the way, she looks at it with a melancholy tone. I obviously know what it's like, since am writing this story and have planned most of it out, but I like you, the readers that is, to also piece things together.
Speaking about piecing things together, let's talk about Gaster for a short moment before we finish things up for today. Now I was originally going to keep it a mystery on who the figure Frisk saw in her dream was, but then I realized that most of the readers would obviously guess right so I just cut the middle man and just said Gaster. Now how Gaster is connected to Frisk and all of this, I won't tell. You just have to wait patiently for an answer.

Hope you enjoy the story and see you soon. Please leave a comment if you want to as I always love reading them.