I won't be long. Just a look. Not like that Frisk kid.
Jay was on a hike. This wasn't any thing new, hiking was a daily thing. She would constantly waltz out of the orphanage and walk out into the woods near by. Jay's purpose was different today; she was pretty much chased out. The lady that ran the place was screeching over the lost Frisk, whom was up for adoption. The family was paying a lot of cash for the gender-less child. Jay was aware you had to pay, adoption was not free, but what she didn't comprehend was why Frisk was super expensive. Jay was cheap, cheaper than almost all of the children there. There was Reagan, who was less than her, but he couldn't read like she could. Although, that wasn't much. But Reagan was also 15.
Maybe that was why Frisk was expensive. They could read, even with their hands. They talked to the two deaf kids who never spoke a word. Frisk could read with the one blind child who touched dots to read. Brazil, it was called. Or was it Frail?
Jay would scowl and go outside when ever this happened. She knew about plants, animals, but her actual education was low. Jay had issues reading and writing, she didn't quite care for grammar, and she hated putting two and two together to create four. Frisk was only a year older. They were eight, she was seven.
With a huff, Jay stretched and hooked her hand on a rock, preparing to haul her self up. Rumor had it that Frisk told the deaf kids they would go to Mount Ebott. The deaf kids told Jay through poor handwriting and struggling. Jay was more than ready to visit Mount Ebott, but if Frisk went, it would be a great excuse to leave.
Jay had her make-shift hiking bag and a bunch of stolen fruit. In her eyes, she was ready. She would get Frisk, and they would love her. A family would want her and would be more than ready to buy her.
Why buy kids if you can make them though..? Jay thought. Why sell kids? Her eyes fell on a cave entrance, the half-dried mud reveling old tracks. Frisk was hiding in the cave!
Jay set her tattered bag down and dug inside. Inside was a flash light. Although it was chunky and had a crack in the glass, it did what is was supposed to do. Her gripped it tightly, trotting inside. The light shined through well, illuminating the cave and the giant gaping hole that sat in the surface.
There was no way that-oh wait, yes they did. The tracks led to a vine, with then led to some scuff marks, than to the edge of the hole. Frisk had fallen down. Jay felt her stomach tighten. She crept closer, peering over the edge. There was no body. So, Frisk was alive! They had crawled somewhere.
Jay grabbed a worn-out hair tie she kept on her wrist. She bunched up her strawberry-blonde hair into a loose ponytail and nodded. Jay was determined to show everyone she was cool and wonderful too. Unlike Frisk, she did not jump or fall. Jay had a large chunk of broken glass in a side pocket of her bag. Using a good amount of force and wearing down a thick gardening glove she had, she managed to cut and unravel the vine. Jay dragged it to the edge and let it slowly fall. She fed the vine to the gap, looking over every now and then.
It wouldn't hit the bottom, but it looked better than jumping down from the very top. Jay sighed at the vine and its inability to grow suddenly. Any farther and it would snap off. It was only unraveled, still connected to where ever it started.
She tossed down an apple. There was a thud, but it didn't explode. There would be no death. Jay took off her shoes and put them in her bag. Using her toes and gripping hard with her hands, she crawled down the vine. She felt the moist end of the vine, and took in a gulp of air. When she looked down, she was about five feet from the floor of the cave. Jay pushed off the wall, closing her eyes as she fell. With a grunt, she fell into a bed of golden flowers.
"Buttercups?" Jay sniffed one, but let the flower go. "I hope Frisk didn't eat any." Jay slipped on her shoes once more.
Jay got up to leave, but was halted by a flower.
"Hey there, I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower, you're... new. What's your name?" The golden flower asked, its grin wide.
"I'm Jay. But, uh, why are you talking?"
"What do you mean?" Flowey asked. "Why wouldn't I? I'm a really special flower. I'm actually here to help you. You must be so scared and alone."
"I'm not too scared. You're just a flower. You're cute though." Jay smiled slightly.
"Not all of us are as cute and nice as me!" Flowey exclaimed. "Some are mean and evil. They might try to hurt you."
"O-oh." Jay gulped slightly. Would she have to kill monsters? That would be rude.
"Here, I'll show you what to do!" Flowey laughed a bit. They were facing each other, a small heart appearing before them. "See that? That's your soul- it's... brown? A-anyway!"
"What is wrong with brown? It looks like really pretty, like springtime oak trees." Jay puffed out her cheeks.
"It does, it does. I have never seen a brown soul before, that is all. Monster souls are white." Flowey's grin seemed to falter a bit. Frisk didn't ask questions. "Anyway, in a fight, your soul appears. But fights aren't real fights. In a fight, you have to gather LV. LV is LOVE! You want LOVE right?" Flowey asked, eyes narrowing.
"Y-yeah! That's why I'm down here!" Jay said excitedly. Flowey felt a part of him cringe.
"Well, love is shared through, little white... friendliness pellets." Flowey blinked and some appeared. Jay let her eyes grow wide. Right before he could launch them, a ball of fire was launched in his direction. Flowey was flung away.
"Such a bully!" A woman who resembled a goat walked out of the shadows. "Another? Are you okay, my child?"
"You hurt that flower! He was gonna give me friendliness pellets!" Jay stomped her foot and puffed out her chest.
"Those are not friendliness pellets. He was going to attack you. Those are bullets..." She said, stretching out a hand. "Ah, why don't you come with me, my child?"
"What is your name?" Jay asked, grasping her hand.
"I am Toriel." She said. Her hand was soft, like fancy carpets. Jay couldn't help but let her thumb rub against the back of Toriel's hand. The goat lady was still walking slowly, but her head was turned and her eyes on Jay.
"I like how your fur. It's soft, I haven't felt much like it." Jay said. A frown crept across her face. "It's too dark to see..."
"You are wearing burnt orange glasses. The color might be making it hard to see." Toriel pointed out, gripping Jay's hand tighter.
"I have ugly eyes. They aren't the same color. No one likes them." Jay said with a sniff. "So I put these on. I'm too scared to get rid of them properly."
"Get rid of?" Toriel seemed appalled at the thought. "Let me see your eyes. I will not hate them."
Jay thought for a moment. Toriel was nice, and really soft. Nice, soft things are good. Pointy ones (and flowers) are not. Jay huffed and pulled off the glasses. Toriel was kneeling, and cupped Jay's face in her hands. Her right eye was a deep, rich brown; the other was a lively green.
"They are wonderful!" Toriel smiled, and returned her hands to Jay's. Jay pulled at the bandage on her nose too. The cut was healed, but it was puffy. Toriel liked her anyway. Jay felt like the cut wouldn't chase her off.
The two were led to a room with double staircases. In between these were a pile of bright red leaves. Jay jogged over and grabbed one, eyes lighting up. Jay made sure to grab many more. Toriel laughed and shook her head. The child was stuffing them in a small pocket in the front of their bag. Jay grabbed Toriel's hand once more.
They went through several puzzles that Jay didn't actually do. She pulled a few switches and talked to a dummy. If Toriel wanted her to do something, she would. The goat monster would love her then. Right?
Jay now stood in front of Toriel. The woman's eyes seemed nervous.
"My child, I need you to do one thing with out me. I need to you walk to the end of this room by yourself okay?" Toriel swiftly turned Jay around for a moment. Jay flipped once the pattering of feet had stopped. Jay pulled her white shirt down and straightened her brown vest. She took off the teal bandanna that rested on her neck. Why did she feel so... helpless?
Jay tied the bandanna on her neck once more and took a step. Then another. She just watched her feet move, until she walked right into Toriel's belly. Jay gave an 'oof' and took a moment to understand where she was.
"I did not actually leave you. I was behind that pillar all along." Jay looked to the pillar and then back to Toriel. "I have some- oh!"
Toriel's phone had rung. She listened carefully, her happy aura quickly dissipating. Toriel hung up and halfheartedly grinned at Jay.
"What's wrong?" Jay asked.
"I have some business to attend to. Wait here okay? I don't have another cell phone, so, just, hide behind the pillar and wait okay?" Toriel spat out the instructions quickly and trotted away.
Jay huffed and walked behind the pillar. She pulled out the leaves she collected and began to weave them together. After a while, she had made a crown of the crisp red leaves. Jay put the crown on. A box appeared. +1 def. Jay called for Toriel, who did not come back. Jay sighed and stood. She would find Toriel herself.
Jay walked down a path, carefully looking for monsters. With a simple left turn, she noted the half crumbled dirt. She let her fingers grip onto the bricks in the wall and edged across. She pushed a rock and marched on.
Puzzles are stupid...
Jay huffed when she came across a large amount of crumbled dirt. Jay dropped to her hands and knees and crawled. If she pushed on the wrong patch of dirt, it easily fell. This took about ten minutes. Once across that, she dug in her bag again. A watch without a band was retrieved. 5:32 pm. It was past dinner time.
It took another twenty to push two more rocks, and convince a third one to sit on a panel. When Jay entered the next room, she came across a ghost who said 'z' repeatedly. She almost cried when she was tossed into the fight.
A ghost was sadly floating before her. Instead of bullets like Flowey, it had tears to attack with. Jay watched him cry for a moment, before crying herself. With a wail, Jay sat down and cried next to Napstablook.
"W-why are you crying?" Napstablook asked.
"Because you are!" Jay wailed. Napstablook stopped crying and hovered over to Jay. Jay looked up at the ghost and wiped her eyes.
"I guess it would be wrong to fight you again..." It murmured.
Jay nodded, sniffed, and extended her arms. Napstablook made no movement. She then stood and hugged the ghost the best she could. She let her arms stay in the circle shape until the monster completely disappeared. Somehow, this gave her money. She had ten coins in her palm.
Jay seemed to just mindlessly walk after that. Peering at the watch again, Jay read the time to herself. 7:23 pm. It was past bedtime. She also had a web covered doughnut. Gross.
She came to reality when Toriel rushed over and pulled the child into her arms.
"I was told by Napstablook you had been crying. I'm so sorry my child!" Toriel held into Jay quietly. After a moment, she pulled them onward. Jay was greeted with a house.
Inside this cozy house was Frisk.
Frisk was aggressively eyeing Toriel. The goat woman huffed and told Frisk to show Jay their room. Frisk did as told, but seemed displeased.
"Frisk, I am here to take you back. I have a vine set up we can-"
"I don't care. You aren't supposed to be down here. At all. This here, this is my world. Not yours." Frisk growled.
"Don't be so mean! I want to help!" Jay huffed. Frisk shoved her down and left the room. Jay held back her tears and followed. Toriel and Frisk had marched down stairs. How the two quickly got into a fight was beyond Jay. Jay watched carefully from behind a corner. Frisk was dodging the attacks like they knew what would happen. After a moment, Frisk had pulled out a knife.
Jay gasped when Frisk slashed at Toriel. The goat woman fell, and Frisk marched out of large double doors, fuming. Jay ran to Toriel, stuffing the doughnut in her mouth. Jay took her bandanna and held it on Toriel's muzzle. The woman was starting to feel dusty. But after a moment, a small box said +12 hp appeared and faded in a moment's notice. Toriel hiccuped and sobbed.
"Goat Mom, I'll fix them." Jay vowed, hugging onto Toriel. "I'll follow them and fix them. I promise."