Justice stepped out on to her front porch with a large grin on her face. The red haired girl was ready to face whatever was thrown at her, even if it wasn't nice. She took her front steps two at a time and quickly came to a seat on her lawn. She carefully sat down the large sketch book and drawing pencils that were in her hands and took in the early morning breeze.

Frisk awoke in their bed with a yawn. They groggily sat up, rubbing away sleep from their tired eyes. Letting their hands fall to their side their gaze traveled over to the windowsill where Flowey sat in his flower pot, still asleep.They gave a slight smile as they swung their legs over the edge of the bed.