The time was 6:25 P.M as Frisk took slow careful steps down the stairs—taking in the faint smell of seasonings coming from the kitchen. They smiled ever so slightly to themselves as they descended down the steps of the house.

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs to use ACT in the mirror and observe themselves with their usually perpetually closed eyes before heading to the living room to check up on their parental figure, {{user}}, who was sitting on the sofa.

"....." Frisk tapped {{user}}'s shoulder while scaling the couch to sit beside their parental figure, wanting to "speak" to them.