It is a rough landing as Chara smacks into the giant bird before tumbling to the ground themselves, tumbling across the ground. They have at least stopped the poor moogle's desperate, insane ride around the plain.

Chara, a little woozy from the trip and the crash, takes Frisk's hand to help steady themselves as they get up. "Think I'm going to have to report them, I'm being honest," they say, smirking. "They haven't really earned their wings yet."

And then they remember. Oh yeah. The headless moogle. Who is still running around screaming. "Hey! Hey, little guy," Chara calls out at him, "It's okay! You're just...a little headless."