Chrisk gently stirred out of sleep, his vision blurry as he tried to blink away the grogginess of his recent slumber, he didn't move from his spot on the bed as he looked around, just his eyes glancing instead of his body moving. He realized he was in the same room from before. . .In the haunted house. So it wasn't all a dream. . .pity. He heard a light snore behind him, snapping him from his thoughts, he slowly turned, Michael was fast asleep. He was resting against the head rest of the bed, his arms folded in front of him and his head tilted downward, his hair falling before his face and occasionally swaying due to his breath through his slightly parted lips. He did not know when his hair became undone but he thought his current appearance suited him.  Chrisk thought he looked so peaceful. He gently rolled off the bed so he wouldn't wake him and stretched when he stood to his feet, he looked around, everything was the same as when he fell asleep. All except the grinning red petalled black bud flower on the table.

"It's about time you woke up worm, I thought for sure someone was gonna kill you in your sleep." He grinned.

Chrisk calmly walked to the table, his breathing slow and steady as he looked to the flower.

"What? Cat got your tongue? Or do you want to die now?" His eye twitched.

Chrisk said nothing.

"Answer me you pest," the flower was becoming impatient, "say something right now!" He raised his voice.

Chrisk took up the art pad and marker again, writing something on the white paper before turning it around.

-Hi, I'm Chrisk- it said.

The flower's eye twitched again, more so in annoyance, "what're you? Defective? A defective soul is a useless one so why don't you just save us the trouble and kill yourself?" He smiled maliciously.

Chrisk ignored him and wrote on the pad again.

-What's your name?-

Flowey growled.

"Stop playing games! And put that damn pad down. Talk dammit!" He fumed.

But Chrisk refused.

-Why do the monsters want our souls?- He wrote.

Flowey growled once more, becoming more annoyed with Chrisk but eventually calming just enough to talk again.

"You're special aren't you?" He said in a dull tone.

Chrisk put the pad in his lap and just stared at the flower, he was being rude and not answering his questions so he didn't want to talk, though he seemed like a talkative one. Flowey stared back at the white clad male, wondering why he was so quiet and studying him like he was to the other.

"So you're just going to stare at me? Don't you have anything better to do, like escaping perhaps?" But he didn't answer.

This staring contest went on for a while before what appeared to be a knocking sounding from the closed door, making Chrisk turn to it in surprise but when he returned his gaze to his 'companion' the flower was gone, a small cloud of dust in its wake. A rude arrival and a rude departure, how fitting for the hell flower. Chrisk sighed before standing up and walking to the door, slowly opening it just a crack to see who was outside, it was the goat woman again.

"Hello my child," she said sweetly, "have you rested well? I've brought soup, you must be hungry after your nap."

She was holding a tray with two large bowls of red soup using the magic hands again. Chrisk invited her inside with a soft smile, she faltered ever so slightly before coming in. She saw Michael was still sleeping and smiled to herself.

"Have I come at a bad time? Your brother is still sleeping." She whispered as she set the tray down on the table.

Chrisk looked to the Bluenette and shrugged.

"Well I'll return later, it wouldn't be polite of me to impede any longer if both parties don't give me your consent to stay. I'll leave the tray here for-!"

She was turning to leave as Chrisk held her arm gently, making her flinch in surprise, she looked to the shorter boy in shock. Chrisk quickly retracted his hand seeing her face, she didn't look comfortable with him touching her, he motioned for her to wait as he walked to the table for a notepad this time and a pen. Scribbling something on the paper before returning to her.

-I'm sorry- He wrote.

Her eye twitched, "it's fine my dear, you just caught me off guard. What is the matter?"

-I would like to know more of Sans and his brother, if you don't mind- He wrote.

"I'm sorry my child but I have prior arrangements that I need to attend to." She said quickly, as if she didn't want to stay there.

-Please?- His face in a sad expression.

She stared at him with wide eyes, her smile stretched and twitched at the corners and her arms trembled ever so slightly. But she smiled at him nevertheless.

"Well I supposed I can share my knowledge on the skeleton brothers, but I still have arrangements I need to take care of. . .would you like to walk with me as I explain? I implore you that you must return to this room right after if you wish to stay alive."

Chrisk nodded with the ghost of a smile on his face, maybe it wasn't a smile but a twitch in his lips instead.

"Very well, follow me please."

Chrisk followed the goat woman with confidence, well as much as he normally carried, they quietly left as Michael still slept. Why he was so trusting of the very thing that wanted him dead was unbeknownst to even him, but as of yet nothing bad has happened to him or Michael so maybe some trust was in order. At least for the moment.

"So what is it that you would like to know about them?" She asked, her hands-. . .arms in front of her.

Something about the way she walked mesmerised him, she walked with her back straight and her head held high, dignity and poise radiating in a powerful aura around her, like she was of royalty.

"I'm afraid I can't help you if you don't answer me." She giggled softly.

Chrisk snapped out of his thoughts and turned away, writing on the notepad in a hurry.

-Everything you know about them-

"Well that's rather vague. . ," she raises a brow of amusement but from his height it looked more of judgement, she continued anyway, "if that is what you want then I shall provide. Sans and Papyrus were members of our Soul Knights or 'Royal Guard' so to speak, Sans had the higher rank despite his laid back demeanor, and he always smiled. Papyrus always worked hard and was energetic but somehow his efforts always made him come up short. I'm not even sure how the ranking goes in the Soul Knights but I think he's as good as his brother. . .just a bit naive sometimes."

-Naive?-

"Yes, although his smile brightened most rooms, he's an excellent knight in my opinion but often hesitated when it came to certain orders."

-Then how did he join the Soul Knights?-

"He showed promise so I've heard."

Promise?

-What of his brother?-

"Sans was a kind soul, even with his. . .reputation, everyone loved him. He was the best at what he did and followed orders effortlessly, just in his own way."

-It sounds more like Sans was meant to join the Soul Knights than Papyrus-

"I thought so as well but, as I said, Papyrus showed promise, and Sans refused to enroll if his brother wasn't there at his side. What a kind fellow!"

When he and Michael met Sans he certainly didn't appear to be someone of that role, he didn't even look like he worked. He wondered if this Papyrus person was as she says.

"If I may ask, why do you use the notepad to communicate? Is something wrong with you?" She glanced at him.

Chrisk's attitude suddenly dampened and what little smile he had reverted to its usual sullen position, he knew it was only a matter of time before someone asked but each time, though he knew most had good intentions for asking, his heart felt like it was sinking into an abyss that he could only escape if he called for help. But knew he couldn't. The goat woman saw this and her smile disappeared as well.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to upset you, my curiosity got the better of me." She frowned.

The rest of the way was filled with awkward silence.

"Ah, here we are," they had arrived at a pair of stone doors with the outlines of seven hearts carved in a circle on their surface, "I'm afraid I have to leave you here. If I could I would have someone walk with you back to your room but I can't, do you remember the way?"

Chrisk nodded.

"Very well my child, I wish you safe travels. Goodbye my dear." She smiled apologetically before entering the room.

Chrisk only caught a glimpse of the inside before the doors closed, it was dark but he could see something shining in the distance and movement as well. Chrisk stood in solitary silence as he stared at the closed doors, sighing in relief, he didn't want to be in that solemn state, he really didn't, but when people asked about why he couldn't speak it always made him feel. . .He couldn't really describe it but he hated it. And he didn't want to be that way around the people that were comfortable around him either, like Michael, for because of his inability to answer it might seem like he's pushing them away. He's not, but it just hurts him. Chrisk sighed once more as he looked up the hall to a window, seeing dark grey in the frosted glass, he thought it'd be nice to take a walk, despite the woman's advice and Michael's worry for him. A nice walk always cleared his mind and eased him out of the rut of gloominess that had been dug for him long before he was even born, plus he wished not for Michael to see him like this for his fears might come true. And he was not about to lose the only friend he's gotten.

So he walked. But while he walked he remembered the woman talked of the brothers in the past tense, why would she if they were here, as stated and proved by Sans himself? Did something happen to them that their common demeanor in the past changed so drastically that they showed no signs of how they were then?

Halls and doors. Doors and halls. Windows and walls. Walls and windows. That's all he ever saw, beside the decrepit wallpaper, peeling paint and the unshakable cursed dread that lingered in the halls. Like a fog that stayed at the roof. He wasn't one to complain but he thought he was actually lost now, his trip became blurry after the last two left turns. Or were they two right turns? A right then then a left? Or the other way around? He huffed as he tried a door, he was definitely lost now, trying doors should help him out even by a little right? He still needed to figure out how to get out of the mansion, with everyone. He pushed with more effort as it was blocked with something on the other side, he slipped in when the space was large enough and searched for a light switch and turned it on.

"GAAAHH!! TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF! TOO BRIGHT TOO BRIGHT!" Someone hissed sharply.

Chrisk jumped at the sound and quickly turned off the light, and out of sheer fright he went back outside and slammed the door, his reflexes taking more so the flight response rather than the fight response. He breathed hard as he backed away from the door, he didn't know who was in there but he could hear mumbling from the other side. He still stared at the door, his heart beating fast in his chest, but his small window of calm was soon disrupted by a low guttural growl. He looked to his left and saw humanoid figures passing in the distance, barely visible as that side was darker than where he was, he instantly thought these were more monsters but unlike Sans and the goat woman he felt scared. Frightened. Terrified even. Before the figures saw him, before their beady eyes casted their gaze upon him, he returned to the room and quickly closed the door behind him.

"Ah, so he returns, the light giver." The same voice from before. . .

Chrisk felt a chill run up his back, his hands trembling on the wooden panel of the doors and he swallowed dryly, the figure cackled as he slowly turned around, barely able to see the sitting figure by the wall.

"Why hello Clarice, so nice of you to drop by."