Frisk walked into the house and looked around "Do you smell that? Surprise! It's butterscotch cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here. So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight. Here. I have another surprise for you."

Toriel led Frisk to her room. "This is it... a room of your own. Hope you like it!" They both quietly marveled at the room. Suddenly, Toriel lifted her nose and sniffed the air.

"Is something burning? Make yourself at home."

Toriel hurried off and left Frisk all alone. She could hear no voice in her head. It had gone quiet. The only thing she could hear were quiet sniffles in her head as Frisk entered the room. She didn't know why.

There was one bed. That one seemed to be hers and there seemed like there used to be another bed there. The room felt bare without it. His bed... the voice softly said.

Frisk, slightly startled at the voice, moved on. She looked in a tiny box filled with shoes. They were all about Frisks size, some bigger, some smaller. She continued to small dresser and opened it. Inside were striped green shirts hung neatly in the closet. Our clothes...

Frisk moved to the last thing in the room: a toy bin. She bent down and picked up a real knife from the box. It gleamed in the light as if it were a weapon of death, not a defense from something. It oddly seemed like it had seen so much. The only other object in the box was a heart locket, and she decided to leave both behind.

Frisk saw her bed, and she stood over it. You need to explore. You have to find out what happened to her. What happened to sis. She could be alive! Please... stay. Life is so much better here. Promise me you'll never leave? Frisk was battling between the voices in her head. Eventually, because of the stress, she slowly passed asleep.

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Frisk awoke to the scent of cinnamon butterscotch pie filling the air. She took the peice of cake off the floor and decided to keep it. Suddenly, it vanished. Where did it go!?! Up here dummy. Frisk looked above her head and the pie was floating in mid air. This is your inventory. You keep your things here so you can use your arms. Well, only till Alphie comes. Who's Alphie? Never mind.

Frisk slowly walked out of the room staring at the pie floating in the air. She looked at it with disbelief. She walked down to the other end of the hallway and found Toriels room. Frisk walked inside and in it she found a diary that was open on today's entry. It read: "Why was the skelton sad? Because they were feeling BONLEY."

The rest of the book was filled with more cheesy jokes. Frisk smiled.

Hey, I have a good one. What's a turtles favorite food? Frisk paused. A turtle? I don't know. What? Ham.

Frisk eyes widened and she coughed up a laugh. Oh my god! How do you even know that joke? I though you were down here for a while. Hamilton JUST got famous...

Kid, that's been out for, like, a hundred years. No way! Just came out in 2015. I know. About... a hundred years. Give or take. 2015 was just last year!There was sudden silence.

No. Oh no. Please, dear god! Shit!

What's wrong? Your sis is down here? Your sister? Well, since I survived I thought it might be possible she did too. Why did she come down here?! The voice was getting anxious. I don't really want to talk abou- She was about to kill herself, right? Yeah, how did you know that?

The voice started to panic in her head. She wasn't sure if it was exited, sad, surprised, relived, or what. The voice softly whispered What is your name? My name? It's Frisk.

...

The voice stopped. Hello? No reposnse.

Frisk waited for several minutes, but the voice never spoke. I'm...sorry. Frisk left Toriels room, confused, and looked at the mirror in the hallway. It's me! Frisk. Frisk smiled. It had been a while since she saw her own reflection.

She moved away from the mirror and headed towards the living room.

Toriel was sitting in tiny chair, just right for Toriels size. Frisk walked up to Toriel. "Up already, I see? I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hinting spot. I've also prepared a curriculum for your education. This may come as a surprise to you, but I have always wanted to be a teacher...actually, perhaps that isn't very surprising. STILL, I am glad to have you living here. Oh, did you want something? What is it?"

Frisk paused. Nothing. When can we go home? Toriel patiently waited. NOTHING. WHEN CAN WE GO HOME? Frisk clenched her fist, their screaming was getting louder.

"I was wondering when I could go home."

"What? This is your home now. Um... would you like to hear about this book I am reading? Its called '72 used for snails'. How bout it?"

Sure! How to exit the RUINS. Frisk didn't know what to do. She didn't want to leave, but she had too. She couldn't live not knowing where SHE was.

"How do I exit the RUINS?" Frisk said sternly.

Toriel looked worried. "I have to do something. Stay here." She got up out of her chair and hurried off. Frisk followed.

She exited the living room and all the sudden, Toriel had disappeared. Frisk assumed she went downstairs, but she wanted to explore just a bit more. Frisk wandered over to a tiny desk side table. She opened a drawer and in it was a calendar. Frisk froze.

"She...she.... she survived! She could have survived!"

Frisks mind was racing. Why else would she have the date she came here circled? Why would she have circled the date sis came? I'll finally get to see
Chara again! Don't get your hopes up, kid. Chances are she's long gone...

A/N- hope you like the cliffhanger! Before you say anything, keep reading. I know Frisk would have been dead because of the 100 year gap, but it will all be explained in good time!