"You can't catch me!" Asriel ducks under a small tree.
"I think I can." Frisk scans the backyard for Asriel. She quickly spots a white ear near a small tree.
"Found you!" Frisk rushes to Asriel and tugs on his ear.
"Ow! Don't do that!" He rubs his ear.
"Sorry!" Frisk smiles.
"Frisk! Please come over to the kitchen!" A voice comes from inside.
"I need to go inside for a sec." Frisk tells Asriel as she hurries into the kitchen. Burning fills the air. Her face scrunches up. "What's wrong, Mom? She asks as she holds her nose.
"Can you cook an omelette?" Toriel asks.
"Yes." Frisk says.
"Well, I have no idea how do you stop the egg from rising and exploding. I read the cookbook but I keep failing."
"Um... okay." Frisk walks to the counter and starts cracking an egg. "How many, Mom?"
"Uh... four, please." Toriel nervously looks away. She begins flipping through the cookbook. Frisk reaches for the stove. Toriel's hand stops Frisk's.
"Huh?" Frisk looked up at her, confused.
"Child, do not worry about cooking the eggs. I have fire magic." Toriel's hand suddenly had many little flames jumping. "You can go now, my child."
"Uh... okay, Mom." Frisk walks out of the kitchen to meet Asriel. "I'm back, Azzy!"
"Oh! Frisk! I have a surprise!" Asriel turns around and puts his hands behind his back. "You have to close your eyes first."
"Okay!" Frisk closes her eyes. She hears rustling. "Azzy? What's going on?" She feels something slide on her wrist. "Azzy?"
"Done! You can open your eyes now."
Frisk's eyes open in surprise at the small golden flower bracelet that Asriel had made for her. "A bracelet? Azzy" She looks at hm, confused.
"Well, I just wanted to thank you for saving me." Asriel smiles and he blushes a little.
"Children! Come! Lunch is ready!" Toriel's voice spreads across the backyard. With her voice, a heavenly aroma wafts to Frisk and Asriel's noses.
"Coming, Mom!" They both yelled in unison. They both bolt to the meal as Asgore walks down.
"My! You two seem hungry." Asgore chuckles at his children as he sits down.
"Yes, what made you so hungry?" Toriel giggles at their eagerness.
"It's that smell. It makes me soo hungry." Asriel says.
"Yeah! What did you cook, Mom?" Frisk almost bounces off her chair.
"Well, it's omelette sandwich with some other little surprises." Toriel said, sitting down herself.
"Huh? Really? Wasn't that Frisk's recipe?" Asriel looks up, in the middle of a bite.
"Huh?! You know that I created that recipe?!" Frisk looks at Asriel in surprise.
"Yeah-Hey! Mom!" Asriel says while biting into the omelette.
"Yes, Asriel?" Toriel looks up from her sandwich.
"Since when did your omelettes get so soft?!" Asriel demands.
"Frisk cooked the omelettes." Toriel looks away nervously.
"Well, Frisk." Asgore starts. "Your cooking skills are very good. Maybe better than Tori."
"Asgore! I heard that!" Toriel scolds him. Asgore apologizes to Toriel as Asriel continues to talk with Frisk.
"Frisk!" Asriel calls.
"Yeah?" Frisk asks.
"I really like your cooking skills!" Asriel says.
"Huh?!" Frisk goes red.
"Yeah!" Asriel smiles.
"Uh...thanks?" Frisk replies.
The family finishes the sandwiches.
"Thank you for the meal, Frisk and Tori." Asgore thanks formally.
"Oh, Gorey. No need to thank us." Toriel smiles at her husband. Frisk blushes a little and looks away.
"Thanks Mom and Frisk. Now I really need to lie down a bit."Asriel begins to get out of his chair.
"Young man! Go back to your chair." Toriel says sternly to Asriel. He zips back to his chair. "We still need to have dessert."
"Dessert?! Alright, I'm staying here." Asriel says, leaning forward. "What are we having?"
"It's a surprise, Asriel." Toriel says, walking to the kitchen. "Come, my child." Frisk follows Toriel.
"Mom?" Frisk asks.
"Yes, my child?" Toriel says.
"Um... Why do you keep on calling me, 'My child'? You can call me Frisk, you know." Frisk looks up at Toriel.
"Well... I-" Toriel begins. A timer sets off. "Oh my! The tarts! The pie!" She flings the oven door open. A sweet aroma fills the room. Frisk sniffs.
"You made butterscotch-cinnamon pie and... chocolate tarts?!" Frisk asks in surprise.
"Yes, my-I mean Frisk." Toriel turns off the oven and puts on a oven mitt. She then grabs the pie and puts it on the cooling rack. "Frisk, can you get the tarts?"
"Okay, Mom." Frisk grabs another oven mitt and pulls out a silver tray. Beautiful tarts sits on the tray. Frisk puts it on the cooling rack.
"Frisk, I'll be in the dining room." Toriel takes off her apron. "Take care of the pastries for me, will you?"
"Yes, I will, Mom." Frisk says.
"Thank you, Frisk." Toriel walks out of the kitchen. Frisk hears a distant voice. "The desserts are almost ready."
"Desserts?" Another voice joins in, most likely Asriel's.
"Ah-I-um-I'll go check on the desserts-I mean dessert." Toriel walks back to the kitchen. "How is the pastries, Frisk?"
"Warm." Frisk says, grabbing a plate.
"Now we just need to put them on plates and bring them to the others." Toriel grabs a extra big plate from the cupboard and moves the butterscotch-cinnamon pie to the plate.
"Right." Frisk arranges the tarts in a neat order. "They're ready to go!"
"I will carry the pie as it is far too heavy for you." Toriel says as she walks out of the kitchen.
"Okay." Frisk says.
"Like I said, Dad, I-Woah!" Asriel's jaw drops.
"My, Tori. You've outdone yourself!" Asgore admires the pastries.
"Oh, Gorey. I-" Toriel starts. Crying fills the room. "Oh, my! Astell!" She runs upstairs. Asgore follows with Frisk and Asriel. They reach a room. Toriel stands inside of the room, cradling a small baby. "Shhh. Mother is here."
"Mur-mur." Astell's eyes begins to close.
"Oh my! She almost said 'Mother'!" Toriel smiles at Astell. "She is probably very hungry. Frisk and Asriel, you children bring Astell down to the living room while I prepare a meal for her."
"What about me, Tori?" Asgore asks.
"Well... you could go get the high chair." Toriel suggests. The family does their assigned jobs. "Astell, I have a bowl of your favourite foods!" Toriel places the bowl on the highchair tray. Astell giggles in delight. "Now, let us eat!"
After meal...
"Children, go in the yard and play. I need to wash the dishes and your father is putting Astell back to her crib." Toriel explains.
"Ok, Mom!" Frisk and Asriel runs out.
"Hey! Let's use the camera!" Asriel runs to the shed to get the camera. "But I'm using first!"
"Fine." Frisk watches Asriel turn the camera on and he starts filming a butterfly.
After 30 minutes...
"Azzy." Frisk pokes Asriel.
"Oww. Frisk, why did you do that?" Asriel turns around.
"Because you've been filming for 30 minutes." Frisk explains. "It's my turn."
"But I'm still filming!" Asriel argues.
"Yeah, but it's my turn now!" Frisk argues back. The two keep arguing.
"Children! You are siblings! Siblings do not argue!" Toriel rushes into the yard.
"Azzy won't let me use the camera." Frisk points at Asriel.
"But it was my turn!" Asriel talks back. They keep arguing.
"My children!" Toriel attempts to resolve the problem.
"I hate you!" Asriel suddenly shoots a fireball at Frisk's direction. It hits her. She drops. Asriel covers his mouth, shocked at what he just done.
"My child! Are you all right?! Asgore! Please! Come!" Toriel checks Frisk. She doesn't respond. "Asriel! What have you done?!" Toriel marches to him.
"I-im so s-sorry." Asriel rubs his eyes.
"What is going on-Frisk!" Asgore rushes to her side. "We need to get her to the hospital."
At the hospital...
"Alright, we'll come and get you later. Bye!" Asgore walks out of the room. Asriel sits near Frisk.
"I'm so sorry, Frisk. I wasn't thinking and... I'm the worst friend ever." Asriel looks up at the pristine ceiling."You've done so many things for me. You went through hell to save me and you even gave me part of your soul. And how did I repay you? I hurt you, Frisk." Arsriel stands up. "Frisk, why did you give me part of your soul?" He questions her. "I was Flowey. I was the one who tried to take your soul." He faces her. "Why?! Why did you save me?! Answer me, Frisk!" She says nothing. Asriel stands. "Sorry, Frisk. I'll just let you rest." He walks away. He looks back. "See you." He closes the room's door.