Find Toriel and apolagise. Apolagise that she had insulted Toriel's alturism and kindness with such an ungrateful and snide insult.
She had searched every other room in the little house to no avail, and calling Toriel's name did not seem to work.
Slowly, Frisk took a deep breath and crept down the stairs at a pace even a snail would not envy.
She needed to say she was sorry.
"You wish to return home do you not, my child?" asked a hurt and strained whisper, barely loud enough to hear, as Frisk made her way closer and closer to the goat woman whose back was turned to Frisk.
Frisk did not need to see Toriel's worried face to know the horrible pain her rash decision had caused to her savior.
"Ahead of us lies the exit to the ruins" explained Toriel patiently, before Frisk could think of anything to say.
"A one way exit to the rest of the underground." A long painful sigh followed.
"You naive child. If you leave, then they, will kill you. Do you understand? I am only trying to protect you." A pang of guilt choked Toriel's words, saying more than needed to be said.
Frisk nodded ashamed, and managed to stutter regretfully "I know you want to protect me. I trust you. More than anyone else at least."
For a second Frisk thought that Toriel had not heard her, or if she did, that Toriel didn't believe her.
It hurt the young girl greatly to see Toriel in such a mood, almost like someone had stuck a knife in her wrist.
Long seconds passed as Toriel slowly nodded as she turned to face Frisk. The relief in her weak smile, and the trail of tear she was wiping at with her sleeve made Frisk almost want to smile again herself.
"I want to stay here with you as long as you let me." requested Frisk, now relieved that Toriel was no longer angry at her.
"You've been so nice to me, and given me so much. If it would make you happier, of course I'll stay here. I'm sorry I wanted to leave so badly. It was a silly thing to say."
Toriel put a hand to her mouth, clearly still in some disbelief.
"I just thought, maybe I don't belong here. Maybe it would be better if I left you in peace while I went back to my own world where I belonged. I'm sorry."
Toriel shivered, and seemed close to tears once again. But she regained her composure and looked Frisk level in the eye.
"You don't need to stay if you don't want to." explained Toriel gently, clearly upset with herself now, "I understand why you would want to leave. You'd just be unhappy trapped down here. The ruins are very small after all and it would not be right for me to keep you here when you want to leave so badly. I won't stop you if you really want to go, my child."
Frisk shook her head happily. "I'd really rather be here than anywhere else right now. Really I would".
"No. No I was wrong to try and force you to stay here against your will. It was selfish of me. It's just, it's just that. well you see I just didn't want to be all alone again.", a uncontrolled sob escaped Toriel as she finished her sentence.
"What do you mean?" asked Frisk, all of a sudden feeling more cruel and wrong than ever before. She was about to leave a lonely woman alone and bereft of human company once more, and all with so little hesitation too. Toriel deserved better than that.
She had to know more. This was inhumane and Frisk need desperately to reassure Toriel that she wouldn't have to be lonely again.
Toriel needed her more than ever, and by extension, the rather lonesome Frisk needed her.
Toriel closed her eyes, clearly reminiscing over some painful memory that should have long faded but never did.
She shuddered, and clasped her head with her palm, the first symptoms of a severe migraine, or rather a stroke.
Frisk opened her mouth once more to apolgoise for asking so rude a question once more, but the fit was only momentary and though Toriel looked down at the ground as she spoke, her words were clear and unbroken almost void of emotion.
"I've been here for a long time. Alone. Isolated from the rest of the underground, here in this little home I prepared for myself.
And in that time, I've seen several innocent young children end up in this dangerous place, much like yourself. All innocent young lives that had come here without a decision. All good little children who did not deserve a cruel and barbaric death at the hands of... them. I took them in and offered to let them stay, none of them did.
They came, they left. They, died." Toriel quietly but angrily exclaimed.
"I begged them not to go. I warned them how dangerous it would be. But none of them listened and now all of them are dead, because of me."
"What happened to them" Frisk was tempted to know, but she quickly pushed that thought out of her mind and vowed never to think on it again. Did it really matter when Toriel's grief over their dissapearance had left her this broken?
Instead, Frisk simply nodded. "I understand Toriel, but it's not your fault. You did what you could and no one can blame you for trying."
"Pathetic is it not." sighed Toriel wearily. "I cannot save even a single child."
"You can." protested Frisk angrily. Toriel needed to realise that her efforts had not been wasted. "YOU CAN AND YOU HAVE!, you saved me when I thought for sure it was all over for me. That meant a lot to me. And if you say the rest of the underground is really as bad as that, then I believe you. Who knows after all what other horrible people are out there waiting for me besides that flower".
"So you really want to stay here my child? You'll stay and keep me company so I won't have to be alone once more?" asked Toriel, almost pleadingly.
Frisk looked at the mad hope and desperation in Toriel's until now sullen and weary clenched her fists, she could not let poor Toriel down now.
"For as long as I'm welcome here." promised Frisk "Unless you tell me to leave, I will stay with you until the day I die. How could I refuse. I know we'll have a good life here."
Almost on an impulse, Toriel rushed forward and before Frisk could react, embraced Frisk in a gentle hug which warmed Frisk's heart to the core. Frisk could not help but sob gently herself as Toriel slowly released her, sad that the loving embrace had ended so soon.
"I promise I will take good care of you" vowed Toriel earnestly as they headed back up the stairs, hand in hand.
"For as long as you stay here I will do the best I can to make you feel comfortable. We can sit by the fireplace, reading stories and eating butterscotch pie, so many things I have planned for us to do. But most of all, I promise I will let nothing happen to you."
Frisk only nodded happily, stifling a slight yawn as she had not slept in days save that short and uncomfortable nap.
This place really did have a lot more to offer her than her own world ever could and she was wrong, she really did belong here now. This was her home now.
Flowey let out a sickened groan as he saw Frisk sat comfortably by the fireplace being read a story by the oh so great goat mommy, whatever her name was, he didn't care. He was certain that silly girl would have wanted to leave for outside, rather than perishing down here in this miserable dump but no, she seemed to have grown an attachment to this place somehow.
"Drat" he mumbled furiously, at seeing his plan crumble so early. Now he would never accomplish the perfect plan he had spent years, no decades carefully conjuring up in his calculating mind, and now it was all ruined.
What was worse was that idiot human seemed to believe and trust that bothersome goat's stupid tales.
That, he grumbled to himself, would greatly set back his attempts to manipulate and coerce.
He pulled himself back together as he took breath after breath, knowing that if he let the sorrow of his failure get to his head,
his chance of ever getting what was rightfully his would be ruined even more.
"A minor setback" he insisted to himself over and over as the warm smile on the girl's face made him more disgusted than ever.
"A minor, tiny setback. Don't you worry little girl. No need to be scared. I'll be there for you in your time of need."
