The little Moldsmal casually allowed all of its tentacle-like limbs to sweep down into your face. They were currently nuzzled into your hair and acting as a makeshift wig of sorts. Giggling, you decided to humor the mop-like Monster and sweep a few tentacles behind your ear as if tucking away hair strands. Moldsmal seemed to be pleased by your simple actions and released a happy gurgle noise.
You were lazing around the Ruins with a few of the Monster friends you had made there. Froggit cuddled peacefully at your side, humming a quiet tune and a timid Whimsun hid itself into the striped sweater Toriel had knitted just for you, ever so often peeking out to look at you in silent reassurance that it really was okay for them to be with you, in which you would gently smile at the sweet heart and nod. The four of you were resting quietly behind a pillar in one of the puzzle rooms you had beaten before. It took some time before you found a pillar without a switch hidden behind it… you didn't want to lean on the switch and accidentally set it off and risk harming someone. You would forever be swamped with guilt.
Sighing peacefully, you stretched out your legs in front of you, trying not to look at them in disgust. Though it seemed as if Toriel and your Monster friends didn't mind you being, well… "chubby", you minded very much so. In your eyes, you were nothing less than an abomination. You despised your wide hips and thighs, and the way they would get caught on counters if you tried squeezing around a room. You hated your extra pouch of fat layered onto your stomach, always getting in your way and weighing you down lower than you already were. You were angered at your breasts for always hurting your back for their extra, unneeded weight, and your ass which would constantly knock over things and send you in an embarrassed blushing frenzy.
You hated yourself with a fiery passion.
Which was the biggest reason why you were down here in the first place.
At the time, your life had been nothing but depressed. As hard as you would try to get a job to work off school loans and house necessities, you were rejected because of your looks and disgustingness. You hated yourself and feared the mirror whenever you went to bathrooms. You feared the public and everyone's staring eyes and whispers. You hated how much your stomach would growl when you tried starving yourself to lose the weight.
One day, you had enough and decided to leave the earth for good with a nice plummet down the Mt. Ebott hole, which was said to make anyone who enters disappear.
Your life turned from complete depression to a new fresh start.
You loved the Ruins. You loved Toriel, the mother you always wanted. You loved Nabstablook, your best friend you had met in the Ruins, pretending to be sleeping. You loved Froggit, Loox, Whimsun, Moldsmal, Migosp, Vegetoid, the little mouse trying its hardest to receive a single block of cheese… heck, even the talking and moving boulder and the very educated and polite little spiders that crawled down and exchanged your gold for sweets!
Life in the Ruins was the sweetest gift anyone could have ever given to you. Though you still didn't think so highly of yourself, you were much happier to be with creatures whom never judged you and even willingly decided to be your friend.
Oh, and Toriel! What an absolute angel. You had been near death when a rather villainous yet beautiful flower animated itself and decided to kill you with strange flying seeds, when she had stepped forward and sent the flower away. Her calming aura… her delicate smile… her luscious snow white fur… her towering, protective height… her loving brown eyes… her large, caring paws… her flowing violet gown… her demeanor screamed the perfect mother. A nurturing creature.
A caring Soul.
And Toriel lived up to her appearance. She had dubbed you as her own child (which completely weakened your heart and you cried like an infant) and showed you around the Ruins, your new world. She had given you a home, and even clothing and food and a warm bed.
She had given you a fresh start of life.
You have never been so happy.
You snapped out of your trance when a ringing sound erupted from your pocket. Whimsun screeched and flew out of your sweater in fear. Moldsmal wiggled its body ontop of your head. Froggit lazily glanced up at you. "Ribbit, ribbit. (What does Toriel want, I wonder.)"
You shrugged as a response and pulled the rather plain phone out, smiling. Clicking the answering button you pressed the device to you waiting ear. "Hello? Mom?"
"Oh, my sweet _!" Toriel's darling voice caressed the air around you. Was it illegal to feel this cared about? Probably. "When should I be expecting you home, my child? I plan to make a cinnamon and butterscotch pie and wish to eat it with you!"
Giggling, you patted the top of Froggit's head, rubbing your fingers on the ever so slightly scaly surface. "Very soon, I promise. It is about time I start heading back, anyways. See you soon."
"I shall keep you up on that promise! Goodbye, _. I love you!" The conversation ended with a soft click. Smiling, you gently hugged the rather large frog and placed Moldsmal onto the ground. "Bye guys, see you tomorrow?"
"Ribbit, ribbit. (We will be looking forward to it.)" Froggit bobbed its head graciously at you as Moldsmal rolled off your head and plopped onto the ground, giving you a rather sexy wiggle as a goodbye.
You trekked your way back to your home, admiring the many puzzles and crimson leaf piles you could never get tired of loving. You had been careful as to not step on the leaves as one of the tiles of the wall had politely asked of you.
You eventually reached a room of the omniscient Ruins that had been littered with the beautiful leaves and deep green vines. Stepping over the vines and leaves, you entered the leading room up north. A tar-black tree greeted you, a skirt of more red leaves caressing its roots. You loved that tree. It was comforting to read a book under and the leaves soften you from the hard ground. You entered the cute, tidy house that settled behind the tree. Your nose was instantly attacked with the most delicious and comforting smell of, well…. Home.
"Ah, now where is the teaspoon I just sat down.." You could hear soft clattering and mumbles coming from the kitchen. Smiling, you entered the little kitchen and found the missing teaspoon that seemed to be filled with a sticky substance. You carefully took the item and brought it up in front of the searching brown eyes of your newfound mother. "I don't suppose this is what you are searching for?"
A joyous laugh rung out as a large white paw clasped onto your shoulder. "Oh, yes my child! Thank you!"
You resumed helping Toriel mix together her legendary cinnamon and butterscotch pie that you together had put into the oven run purely on fire magic. You had let her wash her paws before you, and once you scrubbed off the flour and cinnamon off your fingers you took humor in noticing tuffs of snow white fur stuck in the sink drain. You decided later you would take the liberty on cleaning it out for her as of show of thanks for her hospitality.
"Hey, Mom? I'm going to go explore while the pie cooks, if that's okay with you," you straightened your sweater from any wrinkles and tucked some stray hair strands behind an ear.
"Of course, my child! I will call you when the pie is finished," Toriel smiled gently at you as she placed her reading glasses on the bridge of her snout, taking a seat in her arm chair and opened a novel labeled "72 Uses for Snails." You were so happy that you began planning to soon bring home a bucket of bugs found in her favorite bug-hunting spots for her. You bid her adieu and trekked to the living room and placed a hand on the doorknob before stopping yourself. Glancing over your shoulder, you looked longingly at the staircase leading to unknown territory of your knowledge.
You always pondered about exploring the stairs. Maybe it led to a basement filled with snails and friendly spiders and old knickknacks of Monster history! Or maybe another bug-hunting spot with so many unknown bugs that you could share with Froggit! Perhaps there are a few hidden record disks that you could borrow and show Nabstablook! You began tiptoeing towards the stairs and took a single step. Aw, geez. Shouldn't you ask Toriel first? I mean, this is her house. Wouldn't it be rather rude to look down the stairs when she herself hadn't even shown you? Maybe there was a reason she hadn't shown you.
But she did say that this was your home, too. Maybe she was just being nice?
"Please forgive me, Tori," you whispered under your breath as you quietly continued down each step. Your feet eventually touched the bottom and your eyes widened.
This wasn't a basement… this was a tunnel! You stared in awe at the lovely purple walls that seemed to stretch forever and ever. As if your feet had little minds of their own, they began leading you down the tunnel without a second thought. Toriel was such a mysterious woman, indeed! Even though she was always so willing to tell you about everything and anything about her and her cultural history, you always found something more to learn about her nearly every day.
Be as that may, you never expected her to hold such an amazing secret such as this! It was an understatement to say that you were speechless. You resumed walking down the tunnel, turning ever so often with each unsuspected corner you reached. You nearly gasped aloud when you saw a towering, gracious door fit for royalty. It was crowned with the crests of history, the same ones Tori displayed on her lovely gown. Slowly, you stepped towards the beautiful door. You suddenly felt like Whimsun, extremely imitated by the door's size. You were torn from between wanting to run away from it and opening it in curiosity. You placed your hand on the large handle and gave it a push.
Nothing happened.
You tried again, giving a rather rough shove.
Not even a sway.
It seemed that the colossal royal door was locked. Figures.
You sighed. Well, even though you couldn't explore past this gorgeous door, you at least found it in the first place. The aura down here in the tunnel was quiet and soothing, as if a nice safe space for one to get lost in their own thoughts. You pressed your back to the cold door and slid to the ground, relishing in the welcoming silence. How could you have not found this earlier? This was absolutely amaz –
"knock, knock."