Chara's POV

It took a while for me to calm down, the breakfast never came either; so I'm looking for some market.
Outside. Near the monsters I've killed with Frisk in genocide. Ugh.
Anyways, I still can't find a place with some decent food! All they have here are clothes and sweets (like my precious chocolate...).

Day 2 of Snowdin Food Hunt: I have found nothing to eat except for some candy wafers. I'm so disappointed in my results. I'm now coming back into the temporary inn that I stay in with my annoying,though sweet Frisky the Frisk. I've gained some jackets and canteens, along with a extra bag for our supplies. I stared into y/n's eyes like I'm in The Office. Frisk is on the bed, reading a book that Toriel gave us before we left.
"Hey Frisk, I'm back. I didn't find much food though."
My good friend and traveling companion blinked as best as they could with closed eyes. "Chara, you were only gone for 30 minutes and you already got food? Thanks!"
I smiled back. Then a thought hit me. Is this mission through the Underground only going to get harder? The Ruins was just Level 0. Snowdin is easy enough, but what about Hotland, Waterfall, And New Home? Me and my partner have been through all these places before, but I was just a spirit, linked by their DETERMINATION back then. Now that there are two humans underground, the challenges might become harder. We'll need to prepare more. But would it even matter in the end?

And now my mind has drifted back to my chocolate. It is all now buried in snow, either grabbed by children, or it is all wet and frozen. Makes me think about life itself. Us humans and monsters in the circle of life are dragged into two options, being grabbed by children, the great opportunities for us. Or we would be left in the snow, becoming cold and bitter from bad experiences.
"You were left in the cold snow, let me take over so you can be grabbed by good opportunities, and you will become a GOD."
Shut up Cara.
"Never!"
Life is strange. I guess.
Laying on the bed, munching on wafers, I realize that we can always change that. Sure we might start as being buried in the snow, but then we'll be grabbed by children and loved as we're eaten, our death.

But, we'll survive. And teach the younger ones right from wrong, and possibly make the world better over the years.
That's life for ya.
(Wow, that was deep.)