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2pm on a Sunday afternoon, and Chara was regretting getting out of bed. Frisk had dragged them out to a nearby baseball diamond that was normally used for little league games. The idea was to play some baseball, explore the area, maybe even go on an adventure! But instead, the sky had opened up and it was raining, hard.

The rain fell in blankets, pelting the pair as they stood in the center of a now muddy baseball diamond. Chara groaned, shouldering the metal baseball and glaring at the sky as if the sheer power of their malice could stop the downpour. However, the sky was indifferent to their annoyance, and continued to rain.

“Well, I guess that’s the end of baseball.” Chara sighed to Frisk, their favorite sweater becoming soaked. “We should head home then, huh?

A sudden blast of lightning made itself known, followed, shortly, by a calp of thunder.

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“Frisk, dis way!” The little redheaded demon giggled as they grabbed the other child’s hand and dragged them towards the other two older kids.

Little Frisk trailed behind Chara, holding a stick they had found in the woods like a teddy bear.

“Lookit, lookit, they look like us!” Chara said excitedly, their little pigtails bouncing up and down as they jumped and pointed at the other versions of themselfs.

The tiny Frisk frowned and hid behind the tiny Chara, studying the other, taller, thems with caution. They played with the button on their overalls. “Hi.” They squeaked, blushing as they tried to smile. Their smile showed that they were missing their front teeth.

You know what this means, wite?” Chara gasped excitedly, “There can only be one of each of us! we must fight to the death!” Chara grabbed at Frisk’s stick, and Frisk handed it over without much protest.

The 5-year-old demon then began waving it around at the other thems in a way that was not very threatening, making lightsaber noises as they did.

Frisk giggled.

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It was 12:02am on a Saturday night, and Frisk was still awake. They sat on the edge of the guest bed in Miss Muffet’s house. The spider woman had been kind enough to watch Frisk for the weekend well Toriel and Sans were away, and even let the human child sleep in her guest room. But Frisk was having trouble with the whole ‘sleep’ thing.

“Hmm,” Chara, their ghostly companion hummed over the too-loud ticking of the clock, “I love midnight…Did you know it’s the witching hour, the time of night when all the ghosts and demons come out? There’s a lot of them you know, it’s not just me.”

Frisk pursed their lips and pulled the blankets tight around their shoulders.

“There’s a ghost here right now, hiding in that closet. Not a nice one like Napstablook, no, this one looks upset with you, angry actually! You might not want to sleep tonight just in case he tries to get ‘cha.” Chara teased.

Frisk knew they were probably lying, but still didn’t feel safe. They slid off the end of the bed and walked out of the room, covers wrapped around them like a shield, looking for the only adult in the house. They found her in the living room.

“Miss Muffet.” They said quietly, trying to get the attention of the spider lady, “There’s a ghost in my room.” That was true enough, only the ghost had followed them, floating along side the other child and looking too proud of themself.