He stared as the child fell from the surface. At first they were a different shade of black with a cave ceiling as a backdrop. But as they got closer their details were more pronounced. He could see the striped long sleeved shirt be billowed by the passing air, and the bowl like haircut pushed back revealing a terrified face. He wasn't sure which gender the child was, it was always random with each timeline. He felt . . . something stir within his mind as he took note of the child's wide eyes with wet edges.
Yes, yes this will work. Or at least it will be his best chance for it to work. Suddenly the child's body hit the ground with a cracking SMACK. The kind of smack that would have killed a normal child if it weren't for their DETERMINATION. The child cried out a shriek and grabbed their arm. Again, something stirred. It was there, he could tell but he couldn't quite get it. Like an obscured light in the fog. Yes, this will do. Well, might as well get started.
Frisk never felt pain like this before. They once fell over on their bike, well, a bike, and skinned their knee. They once fell over and knocked one of their teeth out. Neither of those things could even compare to the constant shooting pain coursing through their right arm. They cried and yelled at the top of their lungs just trying to do something. Whether it was to alleviate the pain or get help they didn't know, but they did it anyway. Frisk was barely aware of a voice nearby.
"Hey kid. Is your arm hurting you?" it asked. Through the crying and screeching Frisk nodded. "Listen kid, we can't talk if you keep on screaming. So I'll help you if you promise to help me. Got it?" Frisk nodded. "Good." Frisk felt their arm forcibly moved from their body. They flinched in response but the voice stopped them. "Don't move," it said. "It'll only make it worse."
Frisk felt force their arm back into place and two long objects were pressed to the sides. They felt them getting tighter and press their arm on both sides.
"This feels right," Frisk thought to themself. The pain was still there but it wasn't as horrible and wasn't getting worse. After a couple of moments they opened their eyes and blinked away the tears blurring their vision. Looking around they saw that they were lying on a bed of flowers. Frisk was faintly aware of a smell, like a small grassy field. They looked at their arm and found two sticks were tied on both sides by a lot of small vines. Or were they roots? Frisk couldn't tell.
"You can oogle at it later. We need to talk," the voice said. Frisk turned to see a strange creature in front of them. It was a flower like the many ones she was laying on, but it had a simple face in the middle of the petals. "Can you pay attention cryb- kid?" it asked.
Frisk nodded, holding back a sniffle. They knew if they tried to talk the previous crying would make that harder. "Okay, normally this is the part where I introduce myself and I teach you how cruel the world can be. Since she's about to show up any minute let's just say that the fall will count as my lesson." Frisk decided the flower was a boy. The pitch sounded like one a bit younger than them, but the tone and facial expression reminded them of some adults. The flower continued. "So about the favor you owe me? For now just get out of the Ruins as soon as you can. Do it when you're ready though. When Toriel is asleep and trusts you. Got it? I'll explain more later. Oh and don't mention me to anyone." And with that last part the flower dove his head into the ground and suddenly it was gone. The only evidence of his existence were the two sticks tied to Frisk's arm.
Pushing off on their left arm, Frisk shakingly got up. They looked up to where they fell. Judging by how little the hole looks and how big it actually was when they fell, they were like, a mile down. Right? That sounded right.
While Frisk was looking up they heard a gasp. Looking back down Frisk saw a tall furred creature-person with long floppy horns and a snout. They reminded Frisk of a goat, or a cow. A goat-cow-person. They were wearing a simple dress with a weird symbol in purple on the front. The person's paws were covering their mouth and their eyes were wide. The person's eyes blinked after awhile and shook their head. They pushed off from the doorway and approached .
"Oh my goodness, my child," she said. "Are you alright? Let me look at your arm." Making long and quick strides the woman crossed the distance to Frisk. Wow she was much taller than Frisk thought. She knelt down to Frisk's height and gently lifted Frisk's arm. The woman looked up and down Frisk's arm with a very intense look in her eyes. "Now then," she said while looking at their arm. "Let me know if anything I do hurts." Frisk nodded. The woman began poking up and down Frisk's arm. When she got closer to the middle of Frisk's lower arm did Frisk feel a shooting pain. They let out a whine and the woman made sure her pokes around that area were much more gentle.
After a couple of moments the woman stopped around the area and held her paw above it. The woman's eyes closed and her eyebrows scrunched together. The paw above Frisk's arm began to glow. Frisk gasped.
"Magic," Frisk thought, their eyes fixed on the glow. And suddenly their arm began to feel very warm and comfy. Like how they felt wrapped up in blankets during winter, but only their arm. After a moment the glow died out and the pain was gone. There was an ache, but the pain was gone.
"There, does your arm feel better?" When Frisk nodded the woman stood up and exhaled a long breath. "Thank goodness. Hello my child, my name is Toriel. I'm the caretaker of the Ruins. I'm truly glad I heard your cries for help, or you may have had to deal with your broken arm much longer than you should. Now come, let me guide you through your new home." And with that Toriel turned around and gestured for Frisk to follow. Frisk ran up to Toriel's right side and grabbed her hand. Frisk wasn't going to let this magic lady out of their sight.
Toriel's head snapped down in surprise to Frisk. Her open maw hanging uselessly until it slowly morphed into a smile. The two walked past the bed of flowers and towards the old door entrance that Toriel came out of.
In the new room Frisk's eyes scanned the old stone stairs and walls. It felt like Frisk was in an ancient alien castle. Their eyes followed the trail of leaves that formed a square in the middle of the room. But right before Frisk could focus on the pile of leaves their eyes stopped at the glow at the back of the room, right before the pile of leaves. Frisk felt this tugging in the core of their being to approach it. Frisk pulled Toriel's hand towards the shiny thing. As soon as they wrapped their hand around they felt the lingering ache in their arm completely disappear. A weird artificial noise alerted Frisk to something and they looked up. Suddenly the ruins themselves took a whole new meaning. The shadows were so big, suggesting and implying they came from something even bigger. The bigness of the Ruins were suddenly more than size but . . . something else to Frisk. These thoughts filled them with DETERMINATION.
A black box appeared in Frisk's vision. It was rather large and floated right above the second floor landing. SAVE? It asked.
So. This story. The basic premise of what you can expect from it is that it's going to be about a longer Undertale journey. Everything isn't as fast or linear of a journey as it is in the game, and Frisk will have more time to bond with everyone else. I will most likely write a collection of fluff scenes that I will make into another story that will run parallel to this one. Or possibly just keep them here. Or skip them entirely. And as you can probably tell there are going to be big changes in this "run." The characters will be different, either intentionally or due to my own interpretation of them. And of course there will be revelations to things that happened in the past that isn't canon but I think help explain character's actions. I will try my best to make the story as plausible as possible.
Something about this story I'm unsure on and would like to hear your thoughts on. I really like the relationship (or the idea of) Sans and Toriel. But I'm not entirely sure on whether to make it romantic or platonic. Please let me know what you think. Might make a poll, might just ask you to say that in your review.