Frisk woke up on a bed of golden flowers, as they did every time they reset. However, everything felt different this time. They felt different. It was a strange sensation they hadn't felt for a while. What was the word for it? That's it. They felt lonely. But that was odd, since they were always alone at this part of he journey. What had changed? Why did they feel lonely?

Maybe they could try and recall what happened last timeline. It usually was a bit fuzzy for a few minutes after the reset. Frisk sat up.

"Ouch!" They said loudly. Quickly, they out a hand to their head. Pain. It was always so dull before. Why did it seem worse now? Well, they were sometimes sore after a genocide timeline. Maybe a genocide timeline happened. Frisk sat in the flowers for a few minutes, massaging their head and trying to recall their past timeline. Why was it so fuzzy? Maybe if they walked to Flowey and Toriel, they would remember.

Without any further hesitation, the young human child picked up their stick and walked to the other end of the cavern. Frisk went down the corridor, readying themself to meet Flowey. However, when they reached the patch of grass where Flowey usually was, he was nowhere to be seen. There was only a sign.

Frisk looked around, puzzled. Maybe Flowey was trying to trick them. They stayed there for a while. They didn't dare read the sign, lest Flowey come out and kill them. When nothing happened, they tried taunting him. "I guess there's no one around here to teach me how things work around here," they hinted. Then, they sighed. "Alright. Where are you, Mr. Kill-Or-Be-Killed?! Aren't you going to teach an idiot?"

"You idiot!"

"You idiot!"

"You IDIOT!"

Frisk cried out and held their head. The words echoed as familiar images flashed through their head as clear as daylight. Omega Flowey, bearing down on them. Frisk reaching out to the souls to save them. The souls answering. Flowey being defeated. The last image was of Frisk, looking down at the injured Flowey with a knife in their hand.

Then, the images ended. The last timeline was a neutral timeline, Frisk realized. But why did they reset after that? Usually, Frisk would return and do a Pacifist timeline. Why would they reset to the very beginning?

Puzzled, but now sure it was safe, Frisk approached the sign. The sign had beautiful, purple, cursive writing. They read it out loud.

"'Welcome to Phinalhaven.' That's some weird spelling..." Frisk mused with a smile. However, their smile disappeared as they heard a frog's croak. Frisk looked around the sign until they saw where it came from. There was a tiny Froggit underneath the sign. It waved with a friendly expression (which looked the same as any other expression a Froggit made).

"Ribbit! (Welcome, human!)" the tiny Froggit greeted, which Frisk successfully translated. "Ribbit! (Follow me to Phinalhaven!)"

"Alright. Lead the way," Frisk replied. The tiny Froggit hopped along, occasionally looking back to make sure Frisk was following. However, Frisk already knew this path. They had walked it many times. But this time, it felt different. There was something about it that felt different. Then, the changes became apparent once they reached the first puzzle, or rather the lack of reaching the first puzzle.

All the puzzles Frisk had known were gone. Some of the stone walls were broken down to make more room. Now, they knew why this place was named Phinalhaven, rather than the Ruins. This place was no longer the ruins of Home. This was a bustling town! The usual inhabitants of the Ruins weren't hiding like they did before. Froggits hopped along the main road, going into houses and shops. Grocery stores were run by Vegetoids. Whimsums flew above the bustling crowds into their nests.

However, as they got closer to the courtyard where Toriel's house usually was, the usual inhabitants of the Ruins were interspersed with new monsters. There were some familiar bunny monsters, a couple of snake monsters, a tiger monster or two, and seven duck monsters, who walked through the streets in an arrow shape. At the end of purple courtyard around the tree that only ever grew leaves to drop them was not Toriel's house, but a small castle made out of the old house.

The tiny Froggit jumped up the tree in the middle and stood atop it. Before Frisk could ask what he was doing, the Froggit croaked the loudest croak they had ever heard. "RIIIBBIIIT! (ATTENTION!)" The every monster in the courtyard paused as they stared at the Froggit. "Ribbit! Ribbit! (A human child has fallen down! Celebrate for our queen!)"

The courtyard was deadly silent as all eyes turned to Frisk. Feeling awkward, they waved slowly. "Uhmmm... hi?"

The entire courtyard erupted in cheers and applause. Monsters flocked around Frisk, shaking hands with them as if they were the chosen one. One of the tiger monsters picked them up and put them on their shoulders. Everyone cheered for them. Maybe Frisk could get used to this.

"What is happening?" A booming voice rang out suddenly, causing the celebration to pause. Frisk looked above their head to see a figure on a balcony connected to the castle. It was a commanding feminine voice which came from the stranger, who was clothed in purple from head to toe. Her form wasn't visible, however, from Frisk's vantage point, but they had an idea of who it was.

"A human, my queen!" The tiger monster answered joyfully, referring to Frisk. "A human child, at that!"

There was silence. Then, as suddenly as she appeared, the figure disappeared from the balcony. Within a minute or two, the door of the castles were opened by two Migosps. Out of the door came a familiar face. Frisk smiled lovingly from their vantage point. It was Toriel. However, Toriel was different in appearance. She wore purple robes with the Delta Rune that were much to long for her, and yet it draped regally around her form. On her head was a crown. What was off putting was how her right cheek was scarred and somewhat misshapen. It looked as though something had cut off part of it. However, she was still beautiful.

Her hands were to her mouth when she saw Frisk, tears welling up in her eyes. The crowd parted to make a path to the fallen human, bowing in reverence to their queen. The queen paid no attention to formalities and slowly walked towards Frisk. When she finally reached Frisk, the tiger monster let Frisk off of her shoulders and bowed. Toriel kneeled down to see eye-to-eye with Frisk, tears spilling from her eyes as she smiled.

"What a poor innocent youth," she said softly, before taking Frisk's hand. "Are you okay, my child?"

"I am fine, thank you," Frisk replied, somewhat surprised to find it relieving to know someone cared to ask how they felt.

Toriel's smile grew bigger. "What a polite child, too. What is your name?"

"My name is Frisk."

"Frisk... What a wonderful name. My name is Toriel. I am the caretaker of the Ruins, and queen of Phinalhaven," Toriel introduced herself. "Why don't I take you inside, where it's warmer. Then, I can make you some nice hot chocolate and some butterscotch-cinnamon pie. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great, Toriel," Frisk replied. Toriel gave a motherly smile before standing up to her full height. Then, she took Frisk's hand and led them towards the entrance into the castle. The crowd started to cheer as she finally ordered the Migosps to close the door.

"Sorry if those monsters intimidated you, Frisk. Sometimes we forget that humans don't see monsters anymore," she apologized once she was in the castle and walked Frisk to the living room.

"It's okay. They seemed more friendly than threatening," they admitted with a smirk.

"Well, we do pride ourselves on being welcoming of all who fall down here," Toriel answered with a happy smile. They were now in the kitchen, where a table awaited them. She motioned towards one of the chairs. "Please, sit down. You must be walking too much. You must rest."

Frisk grinned as they sat down in the chair. They watched as Toriel went into the kitchen to fix up the hot chocolate and make butterscotch-cinnamon pie. Her voice was still able to be heard from the table.

"Yes. Those monsters are just excited is all. We haven't had a human fall down in a long while."

Promptly, she brought in the hot chocolate, along with a cult of tea for herself. They then sat across from each other. Frisk drank the hot chocolate and found it was the best they ever had. It was as if Toriel had melted a chocolate bar and made the drink that way. Toriel smiled brightly. Clearly, meeting Frisk had made her day.

"I would've thought this cave would be bigger," Frisk said, hinting at the idea that there might be a bigger Underground than what they were seeing. Toriel's face seemed to dim a bit as her smile became a bit sadder.

"There were many more of us, my child. More monsters, more space. Then, most of the cave collapsed. We are those who survived," Toriel answered. However, Frisk sensed an uneasiness. They could tell when Toriel lied. Her eyes would get all shifty. However, Frisk didn't want to press the matter. It only lead to heartache. They would press on if they grew restless. Right now, they felt content. Toriel's bright smile returned and there was a flicker of recognition in her gaze as well.

"What's up, Toriel?" Frisk asked.

"I don't know, my child. It just feels like... I've known you for a long long time. It's like looking into the eyes of a friend," she replied, before letting out a tiny laugh. "Strange, isn't it?! I've barely known you and you already fit right in."

"That's good, isn't it? It's good for a mother to be comfortable with their child."

Her expression changed to one of pleasant surprised. "You want me... to be your mother?"

Frisk blushed a bit. "I've never really had one in the past. If you don't want to be my mother, I understand and-"

"No no! That's not what I meant, Frisk! I just... It's just..." Toriel paused for a second as she collected her thoughts. Then, with a deep breath, she finally spoke with a more calm but happy tone. "I haven't been a mother for so long. Phinalhaven is supposed to be a safe haven for humans and monsters alike. I guess it makes sense for the queen to be a mother to a human. Are you sure it isn't just because I am a queen?"

They grinned. "Even if you weren't, I would still be your child."

Toriel wiped her eyes, for fear of shedding a tear. "You're too sweet, my child. I'm afraid my soul would explode if you say anything like that again."

"Well, I guess I'll stop saying anything then, because you're the best mom I've ever had!" The two of them smiled at each other for a while. Then, Toriel seemed to remember something. She got out of her seat and went beside Frisk.

"I've got to show you something," she simply said. Without hesitation, Frisk followed Toriel as she walked through the castle. The castle was actually a fairly nice sized castle. Migosps and Froggits occasionally passed them in the few foyers and corridors there were. Then, Toriel climbed up a spiral staircase, leading up to a second floor. This floor was barren, with only a single corridor and many room connected to it. She stopped before holding her hand out for Frisk to take. When they accepted, the two of them sauntered down the hall before reaching a door.

"Ta-da! A bedroom just for you," Toriel cheered happily.

"All for me?" Frisk replied, knowing that this was true already. "You shouldn't have."

"My child, as your mother, I think the least I can do is give you hot chocolate, butterscotch-cinnamon pie, and a warm room with a comfy bed in it," Toriel reasoned. She gave Frisk a bear hug before allowing them to go into their room, watching from behind.

Frisk was genuinely surprised by what they saw. The room was huge. Toys scattered the ground, as if some kid would come at anytime and play with them. A giant wardrobe sat right beside a red full-sized bed. Curtains were able to be pulled around it to give Frisk privacy while sleeping. There was no balcony, but there was a giant window that almost went from floor to ceiling and showed the courtyard. Laid on the bed was a purple pajama set, as if it were waiting for Frisk to come.

Toriel wrapped her arm around Frisk. "Well, my child? What do you think?"

"It's... amazing..." Frisk replied in hushed amazement.

"I thought you might like it," she responded excitedly. "I'll let you settle into your room while I get out the pie from the oven."

Toriel left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving Frisk alone with their thoughts. They stood their for a while, pondering what all of these changes meant. Why was Toriel a queen of many subjects? Where was Flowey? Where was Asgore? Why did she lie about the cave collapse? Oh, how Frisk wished they remembered their past timeline. Only flashes went by. Somehow, they knew this was all their fault. It seemed to be ingrained in their very body that these changes were because of them. But it didn't seem bad. They were very willing to take RESPONSIBILITY for their actions. They flopped onto their bed and stared at the ceiling.

*You are content in this new timeline you have created.

*You are filled with RESPONSIBILITY!

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