Frisk yawned, and snuggled back into the covers, smelling a warm butterscotch-cinnamon scent close by. They opened their eyes, and looked over, seeing a plate placed on the plush carpet containing a single slice of pie. They smiled, and stretched, breathing in the scent once more before slowly sitting up, and swinging their legs over the side. They heard a crackling of a fire in the distance, though it seemed far away.
Quickly they pulled on some clothes, a pink and blue striped shirt, and blue pants with brown shoes. This was their favorite, and they appeared to be freshly laundered after...after what?
They blinked in confusion as they leaned down, and picked up the pie, and went back to the bed to sit upon it. This room looked very familiar to their own. It was almost a direct replica. They manuveured the fork to cut into the fragrant pie, and began to eat, the amniotic quality of sleep beginning to leave them quickly the more they ate.
They had been on a hike with their family...
"Hurry up, Frisk! Monsters get children that lag behind!"
"Yeah, right, Dad." Frisk said, as they stepped over an exposed root on the path, pulling the dog with them. They didn't much believe in the old tales of monsters and wizards and such. That had happened many generations ago. All that was left of the history was tales of 'monsters in the mountains' and other such bogey-man stories to keep children in line.
They hadn't much believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, or any of the other such things, either.
They ran to catch up, the dog panting and trotting with them. The morning sunlight was filtering through the trees beautifully, as they walked along the steepening path. Their Mother and Father were somewhat weekend warrior types, huffing and puffing a little, but not too worse for wear from the hiking. The trail was dirt, clearly marked with red ribbons tied every so often on trees near the path. The trail also became thinner, and harder to make out the higher up on Mt. Ebbot that they traveled.
Before long it was just a footpath. It wound it's way up steeply, and then came to a flat area. The flat area was unique in that it had golden flowers all around. It was like a field of flowers.
"Well, would you look at that." Mom said as she found a rock to sit on. The flowers had a nice, mild scent, and glistened in the sunlight, almost as though they still had dew on them. "I haven't seen these kind of flowers since I was a child." She smiled, and picked one, holding it to her nose, and taking a big wiff.
Frisk smirked a bit, and nodded. "They are nice..."
The dog sniffed around the edge of the flowers before bolting off the trail, dragging Frisk with him. Frisk let out a yelp as they were dragged, trying to dig in their feet. They almost succeeded before the dog took a sharp turn to the right, as if it was chasing something. This felt like it almost pulled their arm out of their socket as they were dragged in the new direction for a little ways, before losing their footing, and falling down, the leash being yanked from their hand.
The last thing they heard was an "awwooo!" from the dog, followed by a pained yelp, and a scream, before they hit bottom and blacked out, dimly aware of more fragrant yellow blooms cushioning their fall.
They had went through a place called..."The Ruins" by a large 'person,' or 'monster' that had led them through part of it. They wondered if the person was in costume, or if they really did look like a goat. A large goat that talked...
They shook their head, and took the last bite of the pie. It was good. Frisk wondered what the 'snail pie' that Toriel had mentioned would taste like...but figured that it might be a good idea to get going before then. She had called them 'my child' throughout the entire thing...
They had their own parents to get to.
Carrying the plate with them into the living room, they spied Toriel sitting on the big chair in front of the...somewhat tepid fire that was crackling away. Toriel looked up from her book with the cover of "Interesting Snails and Their Uses", and smiled.
"Why, hello, my child. You can put the dish in the kitchen, if you like." She said kindly, as she went back to her book.
Frisk nodded, and went into the kitchen, placing the plate gingerly into the fuzzy-drained sink. They sighed, and went back into the living room.
"Yes, my child? Is there anything that you need?"
"I need to get back to the surface."
Toriel paused, and sighed, "This is your home now. I've already prepared your curriculum, set up your room, and made plans so that I can show you my favorite bug hunting spot..." She frowned.
Frisk looked away. She seemed so nice. "I...have family on the surface, Toriel. I can't stay here." They looked up at her. "They'll miss me."
Toriel put the book away, and looked at the child, before standing. "Stay here, there's something that I must do."
She left the room, Frisk close on her tail.
Up on the surface there was the sound of bones breaking, as a vine slythered down the hole in which Frisk had fell, a few golden petals falling behind it.