The pale man had returned. That evening, your conversation with him had revolved around the fact that you didn't accept his gifts. Food. Rifle Bullets. Flowers. Books. Toothpaste. Severed heads. Teeth. Ect. He argued with you for a long time - about fifteen minutes - before you decided to finally cut short the chat. Harsh knocking echoed for a few seconds. Then silence again. Before you head to your room, you listened to every sound. Every noise made by your guests ; The Sun Guy. The Coat Guy. The Surgeon. The Big Momma. The Granny. The Bearded Huntsman. The Seductive Woman. You sighed. So many strangers in your house. You never would have thought it possible. You were used to it by now.

Just as you were about to go to bed, The Coat Guy, whom you nicknamed Frisk, came out of the living room, gently closing the door behind him. A awkward smile played on his lips when he saw you. He seemed to be feigning surprise. He approached slowly, not daring to look you in the eye. 'I...the cat got off my lap.' He paused. 'Could you turn on the heater? Just for an hour or two...' You accepted. Frisk's smile faded. He grabbed your sleeve to stop you from going into the living room to turn on the radiator. Because in truth, what he wanted... was you. 'Huh. I was wondering... is your room nice and warm?' You say it's up to him to know if the temperature is more comfortable for him in your room. You then agree to let him have the bed, which he will have to share with the Seductive Woman, whom you call 'Angel'. Frisk shifted nervously. 'I'd be more comfortable if it was just the two of us sleeping in the bed.' He declared, tugging on your sleeve.