A/N: I just want to clear up a few things about my chapter names. The name of each chapter will be the name of the save Frisk reaches at the end of the chapter, just thought you guys may want to know, haha. Once again, I do not own Undertale or its characters even though I wish I could. :( But alas, they belong solely to genius mastermind, creator - Toby Fox.

When Frisk gained consciousness, they felt themself falling for a brief moment before finally hitting hard ground. Frisk felt like the wind had just been knocked out of them. Breathing hard to get air back in their lungs, they slowly opened their eyes and found themself looking at a opening of light from the bottom of what seemed like a pit. Sitting up, Frisk saw that they had returned to the bottom of Mount Ebbot, where everything first started. It was the same patch of grass, same foliage around the same rocky walls surrounding them.

A sense of nostalgia came over Frisk as tears welled up in their eyes (partly due to emotion, and partly due to pain).

Frisk stood up and brushed off the dirt. They didn't remember the fall being so painful. And that's when they noticed the patch of grass they had fallen on didn't have golden flowers. This was different. Does that mean that Frisk had done it? Did they successfully rewind the timeline back to when Chara was here?

Only one way to find out, Frisk thought and started walking towards the Ruins.

Upon entering it, Frisk realised that Flowey wasn't there to greet them so this was different too. Significantly so. The Ruins itself on the other hand, seem to be unchanged. Frisk continued walking through it, looking out for Flowey or Toriel. The puzzles were still here and they solved them easily, having done so, many times before.

Then, Frisk turned a corner and stumbled across a Froggit which hopped closer to them.

"Froggit -" Frisk barely had time to register its presence before feeling the familiar tug on their soul as they were pulled into battle.

Frisk smiled at the Froggit, "Hello there!"

The Froggit hopped up and down excitedly, "Human!" Then, it looked confused, "Another human?"

A drizzle of flies displaced by the Froggit's hopping came towards Frisk and they narrowly dodged everything while noting the question. Another human? Does that mean ...

"Chara?" Frisk asked. "Are they here?"

There was another shower of flies before the Froggit answered, "Chara! Royal family! Friends move to New Home!"

"Thank you!" Frisk replied gratefully then paused before saying, "Your skin looks so clear today by the way!"

The Froggit excitedly bounded towards Frisk who dodged the attack and waved bye as the Froggit finally hopped away with a new sense of confidence.

They stared after the Froggit for a moment, thinking about it's answer. So they've done it! Chara was in the Underground and now all they had to do is find them.

The New Home ... Frisk thought. It's been a long time. That's all the way to Asgore's castle too.

They made their way through the Ruins, encountering several other Froggits and Moldsmals. Everyone seemed surprised to see another human in the Underground, but they were definitely less suspicious of them than the last time Frisk had fallen into the Underground. Everyone seemed more playful and curious instead. Could this have been Chara's impact on the Underground? Or more specifically, the impact of the Royal Family adopting them?

It was a weird mix of emotions Frisk was feeling when they reached Toriel's Home.

The place was empty and slightly dusty from disuse. Although, it didn't look like it had been abandoned for an extremely long time, considering that everything (the taps, the fireplace) was still in working condition. Frisk entered the room that they were first shown into by Toriel and saw that everything was still the same as when they first came here, save for a few toys scattered across the floor. Frisk sighed wistfully as they picked up a broken doll to put into the toybox.

However, as they bent down to place the doll inside, they noticed several broken toy knives at the bottom of the box. Frisk couldn't help but shiver. So their hunch was right. This used to be Chara's room. Although Frisk still couldn't decide if Asriel had also shared the room with them. But that was beside the point. To think that Chara owned such items and to actually see it in front of them was completely different ... It felt so real. Chara was no longer a story, but a real character that exists in their time. Honestly, the thought of meeting them scared Frisk to an extent. They still had no clue as to how they were going to convince Chara to change their mind about the whole Destruction-of-Humanity thing.

Frisk tore their eyes away from the knives and busied themself with picking up the rest of the toys from the floor to put into the toybox. Then, they proudly inspected the somewhat cleaner room. Suddenly, Frisk caught eye of the cupboard beside the bed. The first time Frisk entered Toriel's Home, they didn't look into the cupboard. Now, curiosity had taken ahold of Frisk ... They walked over and yanked it open.

Nothing.

It was completely empty, with the exception of a few cobwebs. Frisk was slightly disappointed as they had hoped they might find something that could perhaps, give a hint as to what Chara was like ... besides being a genocidal little child, of course.

Then, as Frisk closed the cupboard doors, they realised there was a drawer at the bottom of the cupboard. Reaching down, they tried to open it but found that it was locked. Something tells Frisk, however, whatever that might be inside was important. Thus, began the search for a drawer key.

After several minutes of searching the room, however, Frisk couldn't find anything. They had looked everywhere ... between the shelves, under the bed, behind the lamp ... It was beginning to feel like their efforts were futile. The key may not even be in the room. Frisk was just about to give up when they caught sight of the drawing of a golden flower hanging on the wall. Call it intuition or luck, but Frisk felt drawn to the picture and crossed the floor within two seconds. They realised the picture was only stuck to the wall from the top, and so they turned up the bottom, revealing a long crack in the concrete wall with something silver resting in between ...

Excitedly, Frisk reached for the shiny item and deftly pulled it out. It was a silver key!

And sure enough, it unlocked the drawer with a small click. Within it, to Frisk's surprise, was a tattered green diary with ornate, gold, floral patterns. Cautiously, Frisk picked it up and turned it around in their hands, frowning when they realised it also had a lock at the side that prevented them from opening it. Frisk attempted to open it with the silver key but it wouldn't fit. The lock was much too small for it.

A second hunt for a key began once again. However, this time, despite searching not just the room but the entire house, it yielded no results. Frisk was getting impatient. They were sure this diary belonged to Chara and reading it, though arguably morally wrong, might reveal something about Chara that could help Frisk understand them better. Then, Frisk thought of an idea. Perhaps they should find a locksmith to open the diary? For all they know, Chara might have taken the key with them or even thrown it away.

Now the question is, is there even a locksmith among the monsters? There must be ... right? Afterall, they make puzzles fanatically ... surely one of them at least, would know how to break a lock?

Deciding to take a leap of faith, Frisk put the diary in a small, red, haversack they found during their search for the diary key. After putting everything back in place, including the drawer key in the crack, Frisk set off to exit the Ruins.

A sense of apprehension came over them as they stood in front of those double doors to the rest of the Underground. Here goes nothing ...

Cold wind. Light, powdery snow. The sharp smell of pine and eternal winter. Snowdin Forest hadn't changed a single bit.

Well, except that there were no bars on the bridge where Frisk first met Sans ...

So ... then ... where was Sans and Papyrus?

A pang of loneliness struck Frisk hard and fast as they walked on. It was strange but they never realised how great their company was, even when they first met Sans and Papyrus.

The snow that had been falling lightly became heavier as if to reflect Frisk's mood. Quickening their pace, they pushed on, avoiding the curious stares and glances of a few monsters. Although, Frisk did stop several times to pet Lesser Dog and Greater Dog, as well as undecorate a grumpy Gyftrot. It made Frisk smile though; the monsters and their unique personalities.

I guess, I'm never really alone ... Frisk thought happily as they waved bye to the grateful Gyftrot.

As Frisk approached the end of Snowdin forest, the snow was already falling thickly and the wind grew so strong, they felt like they were about to be blown away at any second. It feels like a blizzard was approaching. As the sky turned darker due to both the approaching night and the growing storm, Frisk encountered less and less monsters. Fortunately, they were already at the long, rope bridge that connected Snowdin Forest to Snowdin Town. Suddenly, Frisk had a flashback of Papyrus threatening them at this very bridge.

"Well? What's the holdup?" Sans asked his brother.

"Holdup!? What holdup!?" Papyrus looks annoyed at the uncooperating contraption.

Frisk couldn't help but giggle lightly. They had a feeling Sans had something to do with the failed trap. Still smiling at the memory, Frisk reached the end of the bridge.

However, lying right in front of them, was a suspicious pile of snow with leaves and twigs thrown haphazardly on it. Squinting their eyes to see through the snow, which was practically falling in sheets by now, Frisk also saw another bigger pile of snow further away from them, to the corner.

This was certainly new.

Frisk decided their best course of action was to avoid both piles of snow. And so, they treaded around the first snow pile right in the center. They had just made it past when an angry and muffled, "HEY!" sounded from the second snow pile in the corner.

They froze instantly. And it wasn't because of the cold.

The pile of snow fell apart as Papyrus jumped out of it, looking annoyed and somehow ... blue. Instead of the costume he made and wore for a costume party, Papyrus was wearing a yellow snow coat and blue pants instead which looked drenched due to the snow he was under ...

It still doesn't change the fact that Papyrus was obviously Papyrus though.

So without even thinking twice, Frisk ran over to hug the very cold skeleton who shrieked in surprise.

"What is this? A sneak attack!?"

Frisk finally let go and laughed breathlessly, "I'm sorry ... I, I just ..."

Papyrus stared at Frisk in bewilderment. "How did you avoid my trap? And why did you hug me? Is this some sort of weird monster greeting I haven't heard of -" Then, his eyes widened as he really took in Frisk. "Hey! You're not a monster! ... Right?"

Frisk's laughter died down as they realised Papyrus had no clue who they are. "Oh ... I'm not ..." Somehow, their heart wrenched a little as they held out their hand to greet Papyrus. "Hi, I'm Frisk," they said softly, "and I'm a human."

"Human!" Papyrus gasped, ignoring their hand and instead opted to grab Frisk by the shoulders. "Another human!" Papyrus started shaking Frisk.

Then, Frisk sneezed, causing Papyrus to let go. "Human! You are catching a cold!"

Frisk managed a smile and while rubbing their nose.

"Why don't you go home?"

Their heart twisted that little bit more. "It's ... far away ..."

Papyrus looked sympathetic and sighed. "Well, it can't be helped then." Then, he exclaimed, "I, the Great Papyrus, shall nobly host you at my house!"

Frisk lit up a little, "I would appreciate that. Thank you ..."

"It's this way!" Papyrus pointed towards Snowdin Town. "Follow me!" Then he started ahead.

Smiling, Frisk went after Papyrus with a small spring in their step.

"5 hours?"

"5 hours, 37 minutes and 42 seconds!" Papyrus exclaimed proudly. "But I stayed. Despite the cold. I stayed under the snow, waiting. One may think, 'how is that possible?' But I say, anything is possible for the Great Papyrus!"

Frisk laughed. Good old Papyrus. Besides the fact that he wasn't out to capture humans, Papyrus wasn't the least bit changed.

"You have the skills to be a Royal Guard!" Frisk said loudly, trying to be heard over the howling wind.

"What?" Papyrus shouted back.

"A Royal Guard! You!" Frisk yelled a little louder as they passed the twinkling fairy lights on the huge sign that read "Welcome to Snowdin!"

"What's that?"

Huh? Frisk squinted as they looked up at Papyrus who in turn, looked genuinely perplexed.

But before Frisk could reply, Papyrus stopped at the Christmas tree at the center of town. "Listen! This storm is making it hard to understand you! Let's take shelter at Grillby's!"

Frisk gave a thumbs up and the two rushed into the restaurant.

The warm air hit Frisk like a snug hug. They could hear Papyrus beside them sigh in relief as he stomped out the snow in his boots. Several heads turned to look their way. All of them were curious stares. This was something Frisk was slowly getting used to.

"What were you saying again, Human?" Papyrus asked a moment later.

"The Royal Guard ... you always wanted - I mean ... I thought ...:" Frisk struggled to phrase their words as the confusion on Papyrus's face only deepened.

Did he not know what or who the Royal Guard were? "Umm ..." Frisk started unsurely as Papyrus scanned the place for a seat. It seemed like they were all filled which wasn't surprisingly considering how there was a raging blizzard outside.

"The counter!" Papyrus pointed as two monsters left their seats. "I hope you are hungry! Let's grab a bite while we're here!"

As soon as Frisk sat down, the warmth of the room intensifies and they look up to see Grillby standing in front of them.

"One hamburger please! With extra cheese and meatballs!" Papyrus then turned towards Frisk. "And you, Human? What will you have?"

"Uhh ... spaghetti," said Frisk with a sideway glance to Papyrus who didn't make the smallest reaction. "Thank you, Grillby," they continued. Grillby looked surprised that they knew his name but he shrugged it off and went back to the kitchen.

Frisk was beginning to think that this Papyrus may have been vastly different from the Papyrus they first met ...

Swallowing hard, Frisk pulled themself together. "The Royal Guard," they casually started, "are monsters who promised their lives to a noble cause - to protect the King."

"Oh ho!" Papyrus sounded genuinely interested. "How does one become a Royal Guard?"

"Only the strongest, the best, are selected through a stringent process," said Frisk, glancing at Papyrus who was looking more and more excited by the second. "One must find Undyne to undergo the rigorous training and pass the selection."

"Who is Undyne?"

Frisk's mouth opened, then closed. A hesitant pause.

"Oh ... umm. She's ... the leader of the Royal Guard. Her battle skills are unrivalled."

"WOWIE!" Papyrus eyes practically sparkled with enthusiasm. "Do you think someone as great as me would be able to join?"

"For sure," said Frisk without missing a beat.

Then, their food came and and Frisk thanked Grillby again who still looked slightly surprised and stared at them for a second before attending to other diners.

As Papyrus chomped down on his burger, he exclaimed, "I can't believe a human like you would know so much! More than me! And I've already been here for a week!"

Frisk choked on their spaghetti. Papyrus thumped on their back while continuing, "We had a hard time at first, though. The monsters were so strange! But you see, my alertness allowed me to realise they all loved puzzles! So I, the Great Papyrus, decided I shall become the best puzzle-maker these monsters have ever known! Then, I will get respect ... recognition! NYEH HEH HEH!" Here, he let out a huge sigh. "Unfortunately, my lazybones brother is NOT doing anything to help!"

Frisk signalled for water and Grillby swiftly delivered a glass. Gulping it down, the pasta finally dislodged itself from their throat.

"Are you alright, Human?" Papyrus asked, finally.

There was a sudden blast of cold air as the door to Grillby's tinkled. Everyone else turned to look at the new arrival but Frisk barely registered it. They were only focused on what was happening here at the counter. Papyrus just moved here? To Snowdin? To the Underground? That would explain a lot, actually ...

"Here," Frisk pushed the plate of spaghetti to Papyrus who had already finished his burger. They indicated they weren't hungry anymore.

"'Sup." A new voice. A deeper, familiar voice. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Frisk flinched and turned around slowly.

Papyrus was faster and exclaimed with a mouthful of spaghetti. "This is awesome! Have you ever tried spaghetti, Sans?"

Frisk lifted their head, their eyes immediately meeting his.

"Hey," the perpetually smiling skeleton grinned.