Soooo… I'm not going to give a valid excuse, because I don't have one. I was just…unmotivated to work on this story. I didn't have any idea what I wanted to do with this story (and I still don't really 0_0) but hey, here this is! I going to just call the gap from the fanfic a hiatus, but I'm not going to update regularly. Also, thank you so much everyone who commented that they wanted this fic to continue! Again, I'm so sorry that I left this alone for almost five months now, and hopefully I'll be able to continue this. Byyeeeee!

After confirming that the taller skeleton was gone (he seemed nice, but he also seemed to want to capture them and possibly kill them, so Frisk was conflicted) they crept out from behind the lamp. Sans was still there, standing in the snow, looking like he was about to fall asleep/already asleep. Frisk was about to shake him awake when the hollow sockets lit up, pinpricks of light looking down at the child. "you oughta get going. he might come back. and if he does…" He winked at them "…you'll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes" Frisk let out a giggle and started to head towards the next clearing, when they heard the deep voice once more. "actually, hey…hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favour?" Frisk silently nodded. "i've been thinking.. my brothers been kind of down lately…he's never seen a human before. and seeing you might just make his day. don't worry, he's not dangerous. even if he tries to be" Frisk nodded again, happy that they weren't in any actual danger. "thanks a million. i'll be up ahead" And with that he walked in the opposite direction.

Chara really didn't like that skeleton.

The next 10 minutes or so consisted of puzzles, spaghetti, puzzles, dogs and more puzzles. Most of them could be solved by a five-year-old, but Frisk still got some enjoyment out of it. Chara was bored out of her mind from the simple puzzles, and she was thinking of ways to kill a skeleton. At one oint in their snow-filled journey, the pair came across a clearing filled with piles of snow and a single, tiny dog house. Frisk skipped over to one of the snow piles, and looked up at Chara inquisitively. "It's a snow puff." The child smiled, and walked over to another pile, pointing at it and looking at Chara again. "And that…is a snow puff. Frisk giggled and walked over to another one. The cycle repeated.

"Still a snow puff."

"Oh! It's a snow puff."

This was getting old. As they reached the final puff, she answered Frisk before they could even point to it. "It's just a snow pu – wait, there's 30g in here!" Frisk smiled smugly, picking up the money as Chara floated in place, bewildered. They continued on their way, and after a kind of dangerous bridge trap involving fire, spikes and dogs, they found themselves on the edge of Snowdin Town.

They wandered around it for a bit, visiting the sweet-smelling shops, interacting with the townsfolk (interacting by smiling and waving at them, with Chara trying to resist waving as well), who somehow didn't notice that Frisk was human). 'I wonder,' Chara thought to herself, 'Do most monsters not even what humans look like?' For what was definitely not the first time, Chara wondered about how long she'd been dead. How much had the world changed? And why was her soul still desperately clinging to the determination Frisk was 'lending' her.

Chara was yanked out of another existential crisis ('Wow, I need to stop doing that.') as she realised Frisk was on the edge of town. Mist covered the land bridge in front of them, and they could just make out the outline of the tall skeleton (Chara tried to remember his name. 'Papyrus, maybe?'). He said something about wanting to be friends with Frisk, but Chara wasn't really listening. She pretty much knew what the outcome of this fight would be. They'd fight, Frisk would refuse to attack, and they'd end up becoming friends. And as the battle progressed that was pretty much what was happening, until Papyrus stopped attacking. Frisk stood silently in the snow until the skeleton offered to spare them.

Chara noticed a strange glint in Frisk's dark eyes.

Their hand tightened around the toy knife Chara forgot Frisk had.

…

The knife slashed through the air.

Frisk walked forward, dust sticking to their sweater.

'Frisk?'