#v:pre-game

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Fireside Chat

Being alive after you tried to be dead was hard. It was hard and no one understood. Chara knew it had to be fate that they had been found and taken in so generously, but they still weren’t convinced it was because fate was on their side. They knew about the Fair Folke as much as anyone else, and though for some reason these three had shown nothing short of abundant kindness, the human still felt as though they were simply waiting for an excuse to kill them again (or worse, keep them alive). It had been a good number of days, though, and their generosity had not yet faltered. It was beginning to feel like they were, in fact, here to stay.

Not many memories had been formed during the child’s recovery except for snippets of conversation and the sensation of what they’d discovered was healing magic. They had no reason to not believe it was magic indeed; after all, they hadn’t expected to be able to walk again, yet in the past few days they’d been walking around the house without so much as a crutch. In fact,not much was wrong with them anymore at all, which they were not used to. Their hosts (they were not going to call them parents) seemed pleased by their easy recovery and had begun integrating them in their daily lives. Despite their recent wellness, they hadn’t yet been introduced to the rest of the Underground. Something about it being too soon, or too much of a shock, or some other excuse that just meant it wasn’t the right time. Fine with them.

It was currently nighttime in the Underground, a conclusion which would have been impossible to reach had not both Toriel and Asriel gone to bed. Asriel had tried to force Chara into bed as well, but they’d muttered something about already having slept enough and eventually the goat boy left them alone. Though that had been some time ago, Chara had remained in the arm chair, becoming engrossed in thoughtless inspection of the apparently always-burning fire among the bricks in front of them. They were thinking about everything and nothing all at once, tired enough to feel weary but not tired enough in the mind to need sleep. They were just there, a fixture in the room, unaware of the increasingly familiar odd world around them. They hadn’t even remembered someone else was awake until they were reminded. 

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Warm Welcome

If there was one thing Chara never thought they would miss, it was seasons. The ability for one place to not have the exact same weather year-round. The natural order of the planet.  Unfortunately, nothing about the Underground could be considered part of the natural order. Thus, alas, the Hotlands would always, impeccably, be hot.

A small pouch of gold jingled quietly in their pocket as they made their way to the home of one of Hotland’s more unfortunate residence, one Bo Peep. Bo, a sheep monster made almost entirely out of regenerating wool, was the last monster one would expect to reside in the lava-based area, yet there she was. It was not much of a secret that she was raising money to set up a shop (probably in Snowdin or Waterfall, where it was a little more bearable). Thus, in her ever-extending charity, Queen Toriel had told Chara to go out and request four festive sweaters from the kind monster, in celebration of the passing of their first year Underground. 

(Toriel had, in fact, brought up the idea, but had commanded no such thing of the young noble. No one had to know that, though.)

After what felt like too long of being in the heat, they came upon the house, wasting no time in knocking on the door.