Toriel carried the child through the Ruins. Michael didn't seem to want to be put down at the moment. So however her home looked at the time would certainly have to do. That was alright, though. It wasn't like she'd had anything to hide from them.

On the way, she calmly told them about how the Ruins operated. About solving the puzzles. He looked from her arms at the scenes. They were...Honestly, they were plain. But at the very least they were peaceful. Much better a contrast then what he'd seen before coming here...

"Tell me, what is your preference? Cinnamon or butterscotch?"

He looked up at the woman carrying him. She stared at him with a happy look in her eyes-But why would she need to know that?

"I like 'em both." he said quietly. Toriel seemed more than pleased with the answer given to her. He bit his lip a bit. Continuing to wonder why she needed to know..

Eventually, they came to a cute-looking house. He saw a tree in the front yard and sniffled once more, fighting back the tears. He'd never get to climb trees with his friends again..

Michael was carried in. Looking inside the house, he noted that it was a cozy place to be. There was a small bookshelf nearby a set of stairs. Which he guessed led to either a basement or a lower floor. He peeked left of himself to see a glimpse of a chair-But Toriel pulled him to the right of the house...He whimpered at the sight of the hallway, pushing back a small bit in memories of following him down the cheerful hallways with his friends.

Toriel tried to assure him that things were alright, and thankfully she stopped before they were too far in. She opened a door, pausing so as to let him see before bringing him in. He was thankful that he could, as the last thing he'd want to be forced into was a room with, say-The parts of the robots. Blood everywhere...

...Inside here though, was...

...A bedroom, thankfully.

When he relaxed, Toriel slowly brought him in. Not bothering to close the door. He was also glad for that. A clear path of escape...If...If...

Gently, he got placed on the bed. Toriel didn't waste time in checking his being over for injury. Thankfully, he was mostly alright. Whatever scratches that lingered from...Before, she bandaged quickly. Some she used magic to heal them completely.

The woman smiled softly at him, "Pardon, but there is something I must tend to. If you could please wait here and make yourself comfortable. I will return in but a short while."

Michael didn't look too comfortable about the idea of being alone-Did the monster know about this place? Would he come and kill them both?

"I will keep you safe, there is no need for worry." she smiled, as though sensing his thoughts. He visibly relaxed at those words. Allowing himself to sink into the bed a bit more as she left the room. Being in her house, he could definitely handle being alone for a little while.


...No, no he couldn't handle it.

His fears got the better of him.

Although he tried to sleep, all that he had were nightmares. Demanding he get up. Telling him about the death that surely awaited him when he returned to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..

He walked-No, he ran to the part of the house that he heard Toriel humming from. She was in the kitchen, cooking something that he couldn't make out.

"M-Miss Toriel?" he said softly. The furry lady froze suddenly at his voice. Turning so expertly so that her body hid what she was doing, "Ah-Michael!" she laughed a bit, "What is the matter?"

"I-I tried to sleep a bit...B-But I had a bad dream..."

He didn't really know what to expect from telling her. Back at home he'd always tell his brother about his bad dreams. He'd always reply for him to 'Stop being such a wimp!' in return, though.

But in this case, he found soft, fluffy hands pulling him into a hug. Picking him up once again, "I am sorry to hear that." Their voice was sweet and soft, "Please, if you could-Will you tell me what has happened in your nightmares?"

He shook his head. No, he didn't want to talk about them. He couldn't talk about them.

But the woman seemed to understand, and for the longest time just-Held him there. Until he admitted he was ready to be put down once more.

This time, she sat him at the dining table. Where she could see him and he could see her. He watched her, twitching in his spot wondering what she was making. It smelled really really good-He wanted some of it..

Thankfully for the child, Toriel wasted no time in serving the dish in front of him the moment she could, "I baked you a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I hope you enjoy it." she said softly to him.

His eyes went large-The slice was so big! Back home, this was an actual pie-Not just a slice!

As any child given large quantities of sweets, he dug in. Not even asking for a fork, opting to eat it with his bare hands instead. Which caused Toriel to giggle at him. He looked at her and smiled widely. It was a nice change, she would admit. Instead of the lingering tears-For once, there was a smile. His cheeks were expanded adorably from the pie.

She prayed that this one could be saved. That they would never gather more than the five souls they already had.