The gramophone continues its annoying music as their mom, Toriel, and some stranger continue their intoxicated dancing. Laughter and teases make their way up the stairs and bang against the closed door that leads to Kris' dark bedroom as they toss and turn in their bed.

Earlier, Kris had thrown you in the cage again for the night, wanting some form of their life back. It's quite a depressing sight to watch. Them, having covered their head with their pillow, while downstairs, their family turns more and more dysfunctional. They don't blame their best friend, Susie, for leaving them to their own depression. Kris would have done the same, after all.

The red, eerie, and pulsing glow of your SOUL only seems to frustrate them more. Kris thinks about locking you in the bathroom, but quickly decides against it. They can't afford to let anyone find out some otherworldy force controls them at times.