Following Toriel, they arrived at a rather large house right behind the large tree. Leaves were scattered all over the ground in front of the house, with a sweeped pathway leading towards the door.

While everyone followed Toriel in the house, Frisk ran off and sank their hand into a yellow light that they've seen many times in the ruins. They don't understand why the rest of the group ignore it.

"Seeing such a cute, tidy house in the Ruins gives you determination." The ghost kid, who has become Frisk's new friend by then, says yet another random line while looking at the light.

Going after the rest of the group who has already entered the house, Frisk found themselves in a room with the walls painted beige, and the floor made of wood. Toriel was standing in front of the group looking around the house.

"Do you smell that?" Toriel asked. Hearing the question, the group stopped looking around and sniffed the air. "Surprise! It's a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we should celebrate the arrival of you all."

"I want you all to have a nice time living here, so I'll hold off the snail pie for tonight." Toriel continued. The group exchanged rather disgusted looks between each other on the word "snail pie".

"Here, I have another surprise for you children" She said before going off to a hallway at the right. Everyone followed behind her.

"Here it is!" She said, stopping in front of a room. "A room just for you all, I hope you children don't mind sharing a room. I have placed some sleeping bags on the floor, would you mind that?"

Before anyone could answer, the smell of burnt pie filled the air.

"Is something burning...? Um, make yourselves at home!" She called before running off to the kitchen, leaving the group outside their room.

"Well, let's go check the room out!" Ethan said before opening the door and running into the room.

Following Ethan, everyone went into the room Toriel prepared for them. Inside, the walls were painted a light shade of red, and a nightstand sitting in a corner had a lamp on it. On the other corner was a red bed and a box a dusty toys at the foot of it.

Beside the bed was an empty cabinet and an empty shoe rack. On the shoe rack was an empty photo frame.

On the floor was six sleeping bags, each with a colour of its own: orange, yellow, green, turquoise, blue and purple.

"I call the orange one!" Ethan yelled as he jumped onto the orange sleeping bag and sat on it, calling the others to choose their own bed.

Without a second thought, Frisk leapt onto the red bed at the other side of the room and stayed there, claiming it. The rest of the group choose their own sleeping bags.

"Now when I think of it, it's pretty late right now outside the mountain, right?" Angela thought. Ryan pulled up his sleeves of his sweater just enough to take a look at his watch. "9pm, actually," he replied as he quickly pulled his sleeve back down. "I guess we should at least sleep before doing anything else, I'm tired." He tucked himself into the purple sleeping bag he choose.

"Well, we can't really do anything for now, and it is pretty late... I guess we should just sleep first." Chase agreed, placing his cowboy hat beside his yellow sleeping bag before going in it.

"Never thought we would be spending a night underground." Angela grumbled to herself while tucking herself in her blue sleeping bag.

Hannah switched off the lamp beside her, and went to sleep herself. "Goodnight, guys." She mumbled and closed her eyes.

"Goodnight." Everyone replied, before they all went to sleep in this strange home away from home.

"Chara, please..... Wake up!"

"You are the future of humans and monsters...."

Frisk woke up on the red bed they slept on that night, looking around, they realised what they heard was just a dream. The ghost kid who was sitting on the bed with them for the night looked at them with a confused expression.

Frisk wanted to say something out loud, but before they opened their mouth, they remembered that everyone else was still sleeping. Getting off the bed, Frisk quietly tip-toed out of the room, dragging the ghost with them.

"Are you Chara?" They asked after shutting the door behind them. The half transparent kid stuttered a bit, giving Frisk a look before letting out a deep sigh.

"Yeah, my name is Chara. How did you know?" The ghost admitted, shuffling on the spot they were standing (or floating?) at uncomfortably. Apparently, they didn't expect Frisk to guess their name out so easily.

"Well, I had a dream, I think." Frisk answered matter-of-factly. "I heard a voice of... someone. They were talking about telling you to wake up and how you are the future of humans and monsters or something...." Frisk wanted to continue about their dream but seeing the ghost, or um, Chara flinch upon hearing the words "future of humans and monsters", they decided to stop talking for just a bit.

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, Frisk looking around the place to dodge Chara's eyes while Chara fumbled around with their hands for a while. After a long moment of avoiding eye contact, Frisk tried to break the silence."Do you want to look around the house for a while?" Frisk asked.

Chara shrugged, "I can't really leave your side so, why not?"

They walked down the hallway to their left and passed by two doors. The one furthest down the hallway had a sign saying "room under renovations" while the other one beside their bedroom was most likely Toriel's room. At the end of the hallway was a large mirror.

"It's you!" Chara said half-jokingly. Frisk letter out a chuckle and looked at themselves in the mirror for a while. "Weird," Frisk said. "You don't have a reflection in the mirror." They were right, Chara couldn't be seen floating beside Frisk in the mirror.

"Well, I think I'm a ghost so that probably makes sense." Chara shrugged it off. Passing Toriel's bedroom door, the two of them started a debate on whether they should go in and take a peek.

"This sounds like a bad idea."

"But what could possibly go wrong?"

"A lot of things."

"Okay, what's the worse that could happen?"

"...... Fine, let's go in for just a little peek." And without another word, the two of them slipped into the room quietly and closed the door behind them.

~~•~--•--~•~~

Sophie woke up to the sound of talking outside the bedroom and the sound of a door opening and closing. Mumbling to herself, she sat up from her sleeping bag and looked around the room to see if daylight was shining through the window yet. Then it occurred to her that there were no windows in the room, and there was no way she could see sunlight in an underground house.

Looking around her, the red bed Frisk slept on was empty, and everyone else was still fast asleep. Ethan was practically sleeping on the floor at this point, Sophie was still amazed on how he doesn't fall off his bed back at the orphanage every night. Beside him, Angela was basically buried in her sleeping bag, her face barely peeking out of the covers. Must've been cold sleeping in her ballet clothes. Ryan at the other side of the room was curled up tightly in a fetal position as he usually does, Sophie wonders how on earth was he comfortable that way. Hannah beside the lamp was hugging her pillow, her hair sticking up all over the place. It reminded Sophie of the Disney princess Anna from the old Disney movie about 30 years ago Frozen. Chase was sleeping on his belly, face in his pillow, somehow sleeping peacefully. (Ethan once said he looked like a corpse, and tried to take a photo of him dosing off. Angela made him delete the photo afterwards.)

(Art by my friend Taylor_TDM_101, go check her books out!)

At this point, Sophie was too awake to fall back asleep by that point, and decided to get up and look around the house, maybe find Frisk and have a talk since they were awake as well. Closing the door behind her after exiting, she took some time exploring the hallway, checking herself in the mirror and trying to remember the name of a plant sitting outside of what was probably Toriel's room (if she remembered correctly, it was something like "water sausage").

Satisfied with her finds, Sophie went on to check out the other side of the house she and her friends didn't get to explore the day before. Exiting the hallway where their bedroom was, she finds herself at the entrance of the house. A staircase leading downstairs was to her right, and the door to outside the house was to the left. In front of her was the direction Toriel rushed off to the day earlier after smelling something burning.

Going that way lead her to the other half of the house, which was a large room that was most likely both the dining room and the living room. The left side of the room had a large dining table and some chairs slotted in, and a sweet aroma filled the room. The right side was a fireplace beside a bookshelf. Near the bookshelf was a sofa that Toriel was sitting on. Upon closer inspection, Sophie realized that Toriel was reading a book titled "101 Uses of Snails".

Toriel noticed Sophie's presence when she stepped into the room. "My child, why are you up so early?" Toriel asked with the book still in her hands.

"I couldn't fall back asleep." Sophie said sheepishly, her hands fidgeting on her toy knife in hand.

"Ah, well. I suppose you can wonder around the house for a while. The pie is cooling in the kitchen over there, you can have a slice if you'd like." Toriel gestured towards the doorway at the other side of the room, where the sweet aroma was coming from.

"Thank you, Miss Toriel!" Sophie said before walking off towards the kitchen. She had just realized that she and her friends haven't ate dinner last night, (apart from Ethan and Frisk, if spider donuts count as dinner) and she was starving. The kitchen looked a lot like a normal kitchen, with an oven, a stove, a fridge, a counter and a sink. On the counter stood a large butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

Sophie was tempted to take a slice of the pie and stuff it in her mouth, but the size of the pie was a little too intimidating for her to. She decided to wait until the rest of her friends get up before eating with them. Besides, the pie was still a little too hot to eat.

Walking back into the dining room/living room, Sophie wondered to herself where else was there to wonder in the house. Then it occurred to her that she didn't try to go down the stairs at the entrance of the house yet, and rushed to do so in curiousity.

There wasn't any rooms downstairs, and it was more like a basement. The walls were a deep shade of purple like in the ruins and a long corridor stretched the length of the room. Taking a few steps down the hallway, Sophie was surprised that the footsteps made a loud echo. Before she could continue further, she heard some footsteps that didn't belong to her.

Toriel rushed down to the hallway and held Sophie by the hand. "I think you should play upstairs instead." She said as she brought her back upstairs.

Sophie watched as Toriel went into the living room to continue reading, wondering why did Toriel wear such a paranoid expression while telling her to go back upstairs. Deciding that there must be something down in the basement, she went down there again, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Her footsteps were still as loud as earlier, even tough she tried to tip-toe this time. Toriel came running back down to get her again. "It's dangerous to be down there." She said, before going back to her reading.

Sophie tried countless times to go down there again, trying different strategies and trying to be as silent as possible. Toriel somehow always found a way to notice that she was down there, and would drag her back up, while giving countless reasons to not go there (ranging from getting a cold to having nothing to do there) or giving her suggestions to do something else other than attempt to explore the basement.

On what must've been at least the tenth time being dragged upstairs, Toriel gave her a suggestion. "Why don't you go and explore the yard?" She asked while turning her head to the door. At that point, Sophie had gotten tired of the fruitless attempts to go down the stairs, and took Toriel's suggestion to see if there was anything else to see outside the house.

The yard didn't change much from the day before, the large tree still stood there with all its leaves laying on the floor. Walking around, Sophie thought about what could be in the basement.

"Where could it lead too?" Sophie thought to herself. "It's a very long hallway, something like a tunnel, so it probably wouldn't be a place to store stuff, right? Then where could it lead to?"

Sophie thought about where she and her friends went to the day before, and were there any places that they've missed out while going through the underground. A small part of a conversation she remembered came into her mind.

"...Just between you and me, I saw Toriel come out of here just a little while ago..."

The froggit said that Toriel left the balcony with groceries in her hands, and the only part of the Ruins she and her friends haven't explored so far (other than the basement) was the purple town below the balcony. Sophie's eyes grew as wide, and without a second thought, she ran to find the balcony.

The balcony wasn't very far from the house, so Sophie reached there rather quickly. Looking around, she tried again to find a way down to the buildings below.

Oddly enough, she noticed some vines growing on the sides of the balcony and on the wall beside it. Sophie wondered why she didn't noticed it the day before, but shrugged it off as a thought that she was probably too distracted by the view to notice them. Looking down, she saw that the vines grew down to the bottom floor, resembling a ladder and allowing people to climb on.

Sophie tried to climb on the vines, but realized it wasn't the best idea to climb when one of her hands was holding her toy knife. Grumbling silently to herself, she placed her toy down of the floor. "I'll come back for you after this." She said to it without much thought.

Gripping onto the vines, she slowly took a few steps down. The vines were holding onto the walls firmly, and didn't seem to show a problem holding her weight.

Sophie gave out a sigh of relief, and took another step down. Without warning, the vines lost the grip onto the wall, and she fell...