Chara

The afternoon breeze rustled softly through the golden flowers of the garden, carrying with it the quiet, steady hum of a world at peace. Life on the Surface was gentle, slow, and full of a quiet grace that I still sometimes found myself marveling at. There was no rush here, no heavy burdens to carry—just the warmth of the sun and the steady, comforting presence of the people I loved most. Our home was a sanctuary of calm. While the rest of the household bustled with loud laughs and clattering pans, Asriel and I usually preferred the quieter corners. He was my absolute best friend, the one person who knew the rhythm of my thoughts before I even spoke them. We would spend hours sitting side by side under the shade of an old oak tree, reading old books or weaving flower crowns, sharing a quiet, effortless understanding that had survived across lifetimes. And then there was Sans. Even though he was technically one of the older monsters around, I had quickly come to think of him as a big brother. He had this lazy, comforting way of looking out for me without making a fuss, often slipping a newly carved wooden trinket onto my desk or sliding a plate of butterscotch-cinnamon pie my way when he noticed I was lost in thought. We didn't need grand words; a knowing wink or a shared dry joke was always more than enough to make me feel safe in his corner. Then there was Frisk. If Asriel was my anchor and Sans was my steady guardian, Frisk was my mirror. We looked so much alike that people often mistook us, but more than that, we shared a bond so deep it felt like we were twin sisters cut from the same cloth. Whether we were matching our sweaters, sharing a whispered secret before falling asleep, or simply walking side by side down the garden path, having her beside me made my world feel complete. I had a family now, a quiet and harmonious life, and a heart full of peace I would never take for granted.