Scientists can be cruel, and unfathomed on true emotion of humans. Though the monsters had ideas of what true human life is like, they will truly never know how it really is. Each human that had fell down the hole on had met their fate with the scientists, though some were able to hide out for a while, with the help of some monsters, each one met their fate with the cursed technology stuck to their neck. What the scientists did exactly was try out the things they had found in the dump. TV's, computers, large phones, cameras, anything NEW. What they did, was steal the human, remove their head and brain and wired it into their soul, to make their body a moving puppet with technology as their only way of sight. Humans never loved this way, pain surges seeped into their body as their soul takes it all in, basking in it's own misery, so, they did what scientists love to call "Pulled The Plug" They found a way to rip their soul out and break it, ending their life. The monsters who had tried to save these humans, ended up devastated to find them a bloody mess in their rooms, but the monster who truly tried to save them, were in hopes of never seeing a human fall in again, she was horribly wrong.
A bask of light shown on the laying body of a girl who had just fallen from the very hole many others fell victim of. The girl eventually sat up in pain, as they had just fell prier. She lifted her head to see an entrance, with a small symbol of what looked to be a ball with wings. She had gotten up and walked to the other side, finding a patch of grass with a small depressing looking flower on it. The flower lifted its head to the human girl, not changing the expression on its face. She walked up to the flower in confusion as it had not spoken, and she bent down to speak to it, but she was soon interrupted by it.
"Don't go further, please. You will just end up like all the others did." The girl looked confused and signed, asking what exactly what he meant. The flower only sighed and shook his small flower head. "Just listen to me, no matter how sweet the goat may look, as yummy as her pie may be, as pleading and sweet as the skeleton may be, please, turn back. Climb if you will, take my soul. I do not wish to see another go like this." The girl only sat there in utter confusion, trying to be understanding of what they spoke of, but they refused to take the flowers soul. She shook her head and made a rather worrisome expression. The flower then disappeared into the dirt before them and they jumped back a bit in surprise. She hadn't a clue what this flower spoke of, so forward she went, but before she could she was stopped. She looked up at the figure, which was the goat the flower had talked about. No matter how sweet, no matter how yummy her pie was? It was like complete gibberish to her. The goat gasped and with a horrified look as she bent down and looked at the girl.
"Did...did you fall here child?" The girl nodded and the goat bit her furry lip a bit. "I feared as much; please do follow me my child, for you shall be safe in the hands of mine." She took the hand of the girl and they began their way through the purple like ruins. She observed the things before her, small monster frogs hid in the shadows, other creatures chirped and hid even more. She looked in utter confusion at what exactly was going on, did the monsters fear her? Or was it the goat? She had no idea, and she hoped she would find it in the safest way possible. After getting through puzzles, the goat had led her to a comfortable looking home. The goat quickly opened the door and softly shoved her into the house and closed the door after her. "Would you like pie? I have some butterscotch pie, or cinnamon, or both? I can make both, whatever makes you happy child." She said with a nervous voice, almost too nervous. The girl then asked for her name, as it should be proper. The goat jumped and then chuckled lightly. "Oh! Oh yes, I'm Toriel my child, and you are?" She said with a sweet voice. The girl said her name was Frisk. Toriel smiled and nodded at her response. "I must go make pie, go to your room, first room on the left okay?" She shoved Frisk forward and ran off to the kitchen. Frisk looked back and then walked to the her room. She opened the door and a soft hint of flowery perfume hit her nose. She walked in and observed the room itself. Everything was neatly stacked; a thing of shoes next to a trashcan lay with dust. A wardrobe with the dusty imprint of what looked like a TV was on the left. Then, a big comfy bed was on the very right. No electronics were in the room, in fact everything thing look pretty old fashioned. She climbed into the bed and decided to rest awhile.
A dream, of a lonely child with what looked like a tv on their head sobbed on the black floor. Frisk tried calling out but choked on her own words. She tried breathing even, nothing. A mirror dropped in front of her, and her head was gone and replaced with a tv. She put a shaky hand on the screen, seeing the hand imprint appear in her view, she screamed.
Frisk shot up in her bed, gasping for air and feeling her head. She sighed heavily in relief to find that in fact, her head was still there, and not a tv. What was up with that dream? She hadn't had anything like that before. Whatever it was, it was just a dream and it had no effect on her whatsoever. She jumped off her bed to find a slice of pie in front of her. She smiled and picked it up and ate it. It was very good, and baked perfectly. She had one thing to do though, and that was to find a way out of here, she needed out, so she could go home. She got out of the room and walked to the living part of the home, finding Toriel by the fire, reading something about Snails. She walked up to her and Toriel smiled sweetly. "Oh! I see you are awake, did you like your pie?" Frisk nodded with a slight smile. "Oh, I'm so glad. You know, it is so nice to have someone in the house again. It had been so long." She said with a slight smile. Frisk sighed and hated to break her happy moment. "When can I go home?"
Frisk spoke. Toriel froze with a frown and began to sweat nervously. "Um, this book I'm reading is very interesting! Would you like to read it with me?" Frisk gave a sad look but spoke up anyway, "How do I get out of the RUINS?" Toriel choked a bit then got up. "I...I have to go do something..." She ran off and down the stairs. Frisk chased after her until she found her down the hallway. Toriel didn't look at Frisk. "Child, you don't understand what you are getting yourself into. Go to your room." She walked off more, Frisk only followed and found her more into the hall. Toriel looked at her, a bit of a glare in fact. "Frisk, go to your room. Up ahead is beyond my control." She went more forward to the door, and of course Frisk followed closely. Toriel gave a heaving sigh before turning around and looking at Frisk. She looked upset, and hurt but angry as well. "Child, I will destory this door so you may never leave this and go forward, you will get hurt...they will get to you..I know they will..." She said with a heavy sigh. Frisk then stood straight and spoke back to her. "Toriel...I must go back to where I came from...my foster parents will miss me.." She said, a lie. Toriel did not change her expression nor move. "So be it, prove to me you are able to fight." A click sound went off, and soon fire appeared in the very palms that had held Frisks hand. Frisk did not want to fight, so she will continue to dodge and talk to her if that is what must be done. Fire soon came at her, and she dodged the best she could. She yelled at Toriel, trying to get to her when she realized what must be done. She stopped in place and held her arms out. "Spare." Toriel stopped in surprise. "W-what... what are you doing child? Fight me!" She said as she shot fire at Frisk, in which she dodged. "Spare." Toriel grew a bit weak, her attacks purposely avoiding Frisk. "Stop it..." Frisk stood in place. "I spare you." Toriel sighed and stopped. "Who...who am I kidding, you would not be happy here...and...I bet...you could get through the scientists..." Toriel smiled and pulled Frisk into a hug. "Be careful my child, and please...don't come back..." She then let go and ran back to the house. Frisk watched her go, then looked to the door before her. Out there was something dangerous, something that seemed to frighten all of those who lived here, and whether she found out or not, she will make it through, and she will get back.
Frisk...was determined.