The fireplace served as the tiny sun for the evening, casting long shadows over the rug. The flames curled and swayed, crackling as they burn the the dry wood. It felt good to the feet, or at least that was what Frisk was thinking as he allowed his bare feet soak as much warmth as possible. He was hypnotized in joy, extending his hand to get a little more of the gentle heat. Although it was peculiar for him to gather warmth for the Ruins were quite warm at this time of year. But, it was the comfort of being under familiar ground that made the young Frisk happy.

He sat back on the rug, staring at the ceiling that he has been accustomed to for quite awhile. By now, he should know how many support beams kept the lovely, quaint home afloat; how many spider webs that made the ceiling their temporary residence, and the like. It got to the point if he was really in the spirit to the home of his former life. He contemplated long and hard. He even with the spirit guides for his guidance. Was he certain that he was able to leave from a world of deadly adventures, misguided monsters, and the options of routes that challenged himself and those around him?

"Child, dessert is ready," said the loving voice that made Frisk's heart melt with every time she speaks.

When he had thoughts of returning to his former life, hearing the heavenly woman's voice gave him great doubts of his departure.

"Here I come," answered Frisk as he got up and headed into the kitchen.

He ran to the kitchen with great enthusiasm as if he was coming there for the first time. No longer was he shy when entering the quaint abode, but knowing that the heavenly woman was there. Knowing he was going to hear her voice, serenading him with love, care, and the bad puns. Of course, she was not opposed to curse every now and again, that was an imperfection he delightfully accepted as well.

The motherly, white-furred goat, known to many as Toriel, closed to fridge with a glass of milk. She placed it on the table. She asked Frisk to retrieve two glasses and two plates from the cabinet. She retrieved the forks from the drawer.

After getting their utensils for dessert, Frisk waited at his seat as she went into the oven to retrieve her pies. Tonight, she decided to make butterscotch-cinnamon pie and her favorite, snail pie. Frisk didn't really care for the latter; gagged every time that she took strong bites. Nevertheless, seeing her loving face anytime she ate it made his heart melted. In fact, he loved whatever she cooked because he knew it was going to be made with love.

"Wait a minute," protested Toriel while placing her hands on her hips. "Did you wash your hands?"

"No, mother," replied Frisk with a slight frown.

"Right now, young man," replied Toriel with a stern tone.

Frisk excused himself from his seat and was heading to the bathroom. Before he left the kitchen, Toriel put her hand on his forehead. "You know I love you. I always want you to do your best and to obey me. Okay?"

He didn't respond, but he shook his head in compliance. He left the kitchen and was heading into the bathroom. As he entered, he began washing his hands. As he was counting to 20 before turning off the water, he heard a shout coming from the kitchen.

"Frisk," she screamed. "Help!"

Instinctively and instantly, the human child ran from the bathroom and into the kitchen. As he entered, he saw Toriel in the corner of the kitchen, hovering her hands as if she was defending herself from something. He looked around, but he didn't see anything.

"Mom, is everything okay," asked Frisk. "What was it that you were…"

"Behind you, Frisk," she cried.

He turned as he saw a black and red bat circling the kitchen. He remained calm. The first thing he eyed was the knife on the kitchen table. He took a breath as he carefully stepped backward to the table to retrieve the weapon.

"What are you doing, Frisk," cried Toriel.

"I am okay, mom," replied Frisk. "Just...going...to...try...another...method."

As the bat hovered around the kitchen, Frisk carefully, but successfully made it to the table. He slid his hands where he reached for the knife. He slowly gripped his hands around the plastic handle. As soon as he made his move, he swayed it in the air and into the bat's direction.

"Back away," cried Frisk. "Back the heck out of here." He was swaying the knife. At the same time, he shielded Toriel as she lied on the ground behind him. His pain was to keep the bat distracted and to get him out of the kitchen window. Frisk turned to the scared motherly goat.

"I am going to reach the window so he can get out," said Frisk.

"Be careful, child," she cried. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"Don't worry about me, mom," he said. "You are my main concern. Myself is second before you."

He was honestly scared, but he wasn't going to display it in front of Toriel. He was for certain not going to display it in front of the flying stranger. Like a Mexican standoff, both competitors looked at each other, waiting on the next move. Frisk was slowly edging his way to the window. He kept the knife in his hand, ensuring that he wasn't going to get hurt. And at the same time, he kept his eye on his mother. He had three factors that he was dealing with and he was certain that he was going to accomplish all three.

"Okay, Mr. Bat," said Frisk. "I don't want to hurt you. We are both in a situation where we are feeling uncomfortable." The window was a couple of inches away. He was reaching with his each other to the opening of the window. "You see, we can work together. You can leave peacefully and you can leave Mom and me in peace. How does that sound?"

He reached the window successfully. Trying to keep his eyes on all three subjects, he lifted the handle to open the window. Opportunity successful.

"Here, Mr. Bat," replied Frisk. "Freedom is right at your wingspan." The bat kept it eyes as well on Frisk while hovering in front of him. "I am going to make a deal with you. I will put the knife down. So, you won't think this is a trick." The bat continued to look, but he could tell that the bat was getting relaxed. "Once I put the knife down, then you can leave peacefully. Out of sight, out of mind. What do you say?"

Frisk slowly put the knife on the mantle. He extended his hands, showing the bat that he was weaponless. "You see, I did my part as promised. Now, can you leave us in peace."

The bat continued waving around until it tilted its head toward Toriel's direction.

"No," said the bat.

"I am sorry," questioned Frisk.

The bat left Frisk's direction and was heading for Toriel. Frisk flipped the table to protect his mother until the bat stopped in front of Frisk's direction. Frisk noticed the bat's red eyes were becoming bright. Frisk stared until he started feeling dizzy. He began stammering.

"Frisk," cried Toriel. "Frisk."

Frisk tried covering his hands to protect him, but the control was already in effect. Frisk was taken aback as he was losing consciousness.

"Leave me be," said the bat. "Leave me be, so I can feed."

"Yes, sir," replied Frisk. Toriel watched as Frisk was getting caught into the bat's spell.

"As soon as I feed, you will awake," said the bat. "You will know when hearing the window snapped. Do you hear, boy?"

"Yes, sir," replied Frisk.

The bat continued his spell until he knew that Frisk was under his control. "Now sleep, child."

Frisk dropped to his knees as he was heading for the floor. His final image as seeing his Toriel under the hands of the bat. However, it was turning into a human. He heard his mother screamed for his name until he went into an induced slumber.

What did you do to him?

Don't touch me! Please, stop!

Leave me alone!

Frisk!

Frisk!

Frisk!