You are Kris. Yesterday, your mother Toriel invited Noelle over. You went to sleep after that; when you woke up, you assumed your mother hadn't bothered to wake you before leaving for church. "At least there'll be pie," you thought. You got up and heard the deafening doorbell—you knew who it was: Noelle. You didn't want to, but you had to open the door. [[AHHH MY FIRST TALKIE]]