Undertale: Tales from the Dreemurr Family

Wingdings

(Aria's POV)

We had just finished up lunch for the day, which consisted of hot dogs, Popato Chisps, fresh watermelon, and (to Asriel's obvious delight) Snail Pie. Our beverage was chocolate milk, which Chara enjoyed.

Asriel leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. "Golly, that was a lot of food," he sighed, letting out a small burp. "I couldn't stomach another bite!" He laughed at his own pun. Toriel, Frisk, and I chuckled along with him, while Chara just let out an exasperated groan.

"In terms of pun making, Asriel," they said, "I liked it better when you hated bad puns."

Asriel turned to face his best friend. "That was also the time when I was a soulless flower, so the hating jokes thing was completely pun-intentional."

Chara looked like they wanted to kick Asriel.

I hopped out of my chair. "Come on, Azzy," I said. "Let's go upstairs and, I dunno, play a game of Trash?"

My brother nodded, said "Okay," and got out of his chair. I'll admit one thing, he's recovered nicely since we helped him move on from his past. I still remember him sobbing, saying that he was a cheap imitation of the real thing, according to Flowey. He hadn't been eating much that week, even going so far as not eating Toriel's Snail Pie, and looked it, but ever since we defeated that weed, he'd learned to love and forgive himself. Plenty of food during meals, each morsel made with tender love, helped him regain the weight he'd lost.

We headed upstairs, and we're about to enter our room when something caught my eye.

"Azzy," I said, "come over this way."

We went over to what I saw: A door. But I was certain it wasn't here yesterday—heck, it wasn't even there this morning! On it were some symbols I couldn't decipher: ♦📬︎👎📬︎ ☝♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎☼

"What is this?" I asked.

Asriel shrugged. "I think there was a monster who spoke in this language," he said, "but I can't be sure. Besides, I never learned this symbol language."

My curiosity was piqued. I reached for the doorknob, but Asriel caught my hand.

"What gives?" I asked.

"We don't know what—or who—is behind this door," he said. "We should just leave it alone."

"But this may be our only chance to explore!" I countered. I broke free of Asriel's grip, opened the door, and ran into the room before Asriel could stop me.

"Aria!" He called, and dashed in behind me.

(Chara's POV)

I was playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate on the Nintendo Switch with Frisk—and losing badly. So much for Frisk being a pacifist in everything they do.

"After this, be sure to check how many Execution Points you've earned," I said after I lost my fifth match in a row.

Frisk glared at me. "Very funny," they said dryly. "Weren't you the one who was once a misanthrope?"

I glared back at them. "That's not the case anymore—at least, not with most of today's humans."

Toriel and Asgore came in to the living room. "Asgore and I need to go shopping," said Goatmom. "Be sure to be good while we're gone, okay?"

Frisk and I nodded, and Toriel and Asgore left us to our match. Hopefully my luck would take a turn for the better.

"Ready to lose again?" Asked Frisk.