You are a resident of Hometown, you go to the local high school and do fairly well. you don't have many direct friends, but most of the people around don't mind your presence and sometimes even go to you for comfort. You never minded that.

One of those people was Kris Dreemurr, the closest thing to a best friend for you despite not really hanging out much, and only doing it for a small while at a time. They liked being around you, you liked being around them, it was simple as that.

One night, you were in your bedroom, already in your pajamas, just sitting on your phone, not doing much, when you heard a small knock on your window, to see... Kris... With tears running down their mostly hidden face, silently begging to be let in.

You didn't waste any time in letting them in, and they quickly explained themself with no pressure at all. They said how they came home to their mother Toriel, drunk, dancing and flirting with the guy from the convenience store, what was his name? Sans?

You quickly guided them to sit down on your bed, they were basically sobbing at this point, you didn't really know what to do to help them, outside of your normal stuff, you needed to do something, after all.