You had only recently met Kit. She was kind of rude and a b*tch but you somehow knew she wanted your company. She was in fact one of the few humans stuck in the UnderGround. She was forced to stay with Asgore for a while in the Ruins before running away. Currently, you're both walking through Snowdin when Sans stops you, "humans, you're coming with me to the castle or face my awesome power!" Sans says cutely and points a gloved hand at Kit. Kit snarls and flicks ash from her cigarette  (I do not support smoking I just feel the smoking adds to Kit's polar opposite) near Sans. "If you don't back up, brat, next time it'll be on your face." Kit snarls and continues walking. Sans tears up and starts crying, running off to find Papyrus. "You didn't have to been so rude, Kit.." You say queitly as you walk next to her. "He was in my way." Kit says simply, putting out her cigarette in the snow and leaving it as she continues walking. She was just a normal human teen in the wrong situation. She always hated Asgore and as a child would try and run away from home.
Asgore was already sad about his dead son Temmie, and then the rejection of his daughter, Princess Tasgore? It was awful for the poor old goat and yet Kit seemed to have no sympathy for anyone except you. "Kit, why are you always so mean to people!?" You step in front of her, which she simply walks around you. "Why!?" You ask, once again stepping in front of her. Her scoffs and looks up at you with her dark brown eyes. "Look, I've been trapped down here for God knows long and I'm tired of every pathetic monster down here!! I just want to leave!" Kit yells causing you to fall back into the snow. She sniffs and sprints away from you leaving you in the snow. You knew where she was going, to her only place of comfort the rain zone of Waterfall.
Soft cries are heard despite the rain sounds all around you. "Kit?" Kit's breath hitches as she hears your call. "Where are you?" You say queitly. A dark figure approaches and holds an umbrella over your head. "I'm sorry.." Kit days keeping her head low. She was soaking wet because she didn't bother to get an umbrella. "It's okay," You mumble and look  at her. She reluctantly looks at you her eyes full of tears as she hugs onto you tightly, dropping the umbrella with a soft clang noise against the wet stone ground.