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Frisk is sleeping, all peaceful and stuff, on her twin sized bed because she's petite and all that. Shes in her nice snug PJ, the kinds that come with some PJ pants and a button up PJ shirt, you know the kind. She's having nice dreams about the color blue and stuff.

In the room too. Are 2 other beds, with her Best Friends™, Chara and Clover Undertale Yellow(thats his full legal name). They're alive and have physical forms and stuff. Chara is having trouble sleeping because angst and all that.

It's been about a week since Frisk TRUE RESET her passifist run to do a perfect run, bringing everyone back to life with the help of Asriel when he had the 6 human SOULs and every other Monster SOUL(it was a whole thing), and like, it's hard to hate her when she hasn't done anything bad

"Well Partner, I haven't slept in the last few decades, I would find it a bit, difficult to suddenly start now, wouldn't it?" Chara ask stoicly, using that calm tone of hers. It's true, she has been dead for about 23 years, tho ghost don't age so as a human living being she's the same age she was before dying. Shes wearing the same outfits as her day clothes, some brown shorts, some black tights, a green shirt with a yellow stripe, tho she did take her shoes off, Exposing her plain black socks. Her red pupils slightly glowing in the room, the moonlight shining through the window glinting off her Eyeballs or something.

"C'mon Pardner, I'm sure you can try sleeping again, you're gonna have to do it eventually" Clover says, with that western accent he totally isn't putting on to seem cool infront of his crush(Chara does not feel the same(mostly cause she hasn't felt anything since she died(being SOULless and all))). He hanged up his Cowboy hat up for now on the shelf, he's sleeping in own pare of western PJs, with small pictures of guns and rope on them, because cowboy(or robbery, he didn't check the tag).

"If sleeping is so easy then why don't you, for an example, make me sleep?" Headtilt. "She's so cute, damn it!" Clover thought to himself.

"Like how Pardner, you expect me to hit ya' with one of 'em cooking pans" Clover says trying to find the right western words to say frying pan. Chara wanted to insinuate Hypnosis(She really wants to try it but she's to pussy to just straight up ask them to), but sure, that'll do.

"Yeah, whatever, I really can't care." Chara says blankly. Clover lifts up his wild revolver and kinda just smacks the top of her dead with it.

"ow." She says blankly before immediately passing out, saying the letter Z outloud annoyingly. Clover tucks her into bed and kinda just, stares. So peaceful and stuff. Clover eventually brings himself to go to his own bed and hit the hay or whatever western folks say.

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Chara is sleeping like the Dead mumbling the word Z over and over again. The Sun creeks up from the east, the clock hits 7. Chara rises like a vampire waking from their coffin. They have the skin complexion to pass as one. She turns out of bed, standing up a bit shakily, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She hasn't slept in a long time so its weird. 

She decides to just go downstares to get some breakfast, she opens the door and exits the bedroom. Being silent to not wake the others. The soft pitter-patter of her sock-clad feet is the only audible noise heard as she walks down the stairs into the living the room.

The kitchen is quite spacious, the only light comming through the window, a nice blue-ish purple. For some reason Chara taste a bit of peanut butter after waking up, probably doesn't mean anything.

She opens the fridge door, the bright fridge light casting a contrast to the blues and darkness of early morning. There's a variety of different foods and edible stuff in there, like a pineapple, or alcohol. She grabs a jug of Milk and takes out the fridge and closes it, she drags the milk over to the bowl she got earlier, and pours some milk in it and dumps the Cereal afterwords. Stirring it with her spoon softly, the cereal circling around te middle like a tornado.

She takes a bite, 

"Nom. Taste like ass." She says dully before dumping the rest in the trash. She didn't bother throwing the milk in the sink, it all went in the trash can, she could not be bothered because she didn't care enough. She gets up and decides to take a morning stroll, to the store to buy herself some Chocolate. She puts her shoes on that were left next to the door and goes outside. The cool fall Breeze hits her, her shoulder length hair flowing in the breeze, but just for a moment.

She went out the house, the sounds of her shoes being a noise, or something. The streets are empty and the street lamps are on, it's still very early in the day so it makes sense. She feels a bit chilly tho, doing that thing where they bend their elbows so their hand grabs their forearm thing, y'know the body movement. After what feels like a while, she makes it to the store and self checkouts herself a bar of Dark chocolate, nothing the thing down as she left the store.

The taste was undesirable, so I won't describe it, but it was really good, and For a moment, she felt that everything was alright in the world. Then that feeling quickly drained as she finished the bar and as she remembered that politics and nuclear war exist. Damn.

She goes back to walk home, her hands now in her pockets that she has, gripping her knife for no reason, maybe because it makes her feel cool or something. As she's making her way back home she passes a bar, a saloon if you will. It's still quite early in the day, but she has some time to check up on an old friend of hers. Integrity.

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Frisk woke up, the cool breeze of the wind coming through their half opened window. They tossed a bit in their sleep until they eventually get out of bed, in their soft blue pajamas. They stretch one arm up in the air, their bones make cracking noises as they wipe the sleep from their eyes.

"Morning Pardner." said Clover who was sitting on his bed with a cup of drink (man that drink probably so good).

"MoooOoo0orning Clo0over~!" said Frisk, stretching the vowels in their words to try to seem cutesy and stuff. They exit the room, they make soft padding sounds as their sock-clad feet walk down the stairs.

Frisk digs one hand into a cookie jar and pulls out a chocolate chip cookie, they slump on the couch and kick up their feet on the coffee table to watch some TV. I guess you could say that–

I'S TV TIME

Or something along those lines.

Frisk turns the television on to Cooking With A Killer Robot. (Little known fact, she was actually on that show once). Clover walks down the stairs in their slippers and looks at Frisk. She's like, so bloody cute oh my gosh.

MEANWHILE, AT THE GENERIC BAR

Chara walks into the bar, and sees Sans the Skeleton Undertale at the bar, drinking ketchup. Classic.

"Heya Kiddo." Sans the Skeleton glanced over at Chara.

Okay so remember when I said Frisk made the Perfect Ending well she never RESET and did a No Mercy route. So Frisk actually still owns her SOUL and so which is kinda why Chara is so chill brooo0o0o.

Chara takes a seat next to Sans and between someone else (we'll talk about them later). Chara orders herself a drink. Trying to ignore the one next to them, who are they? Well they are–

"Integrity right in my ear" Chara said annoyed, but keeping her voice steady and firm.

Okay okay so like, remember when Frisk made the Perfect Ending, well they inserted the Human SOULs in the coffins, the humans came back to life, all of them. So Clover (Justice), you know him don't cha, but what about Mel (Integrity), she's LV 4 (even Chara doesn't have any EXP in any timeline in this story). They got scared being in Snowdin and attacked other Monsters with their ballet shoes (you know the rest).

Mel is drinking her problems away while drunkenly rambling to anyone that would listen about how she's a horrible person and how she doesn't deserve to be forgiven, blah blah blah.

"Iiishh knoooow.. .hic I'm shooo, sorry!" Mel softly cries to herself, her eyes are red from how much she cries nowadays.

Chara pats her on the back while she chit-chats with Sans, taking light sips of their drink. Chara finds Mel a bit, whiny, like she gets being sad about the fact she murdered Monsters out of fear and panic, but she's doing too much.

"Alright Integrity, there there, stop your crying. Why don't you come over to my place and drink water for once? Your liver is probably in pain." Chara offers Mel to her home, because living in a bar is probably bad for your health (and Chara sorta cares). Mel looks up at Chara since her head was down resting on her arms on the bar table. She thinks for a moment, before nodding her head.