New Home

There were many things that Frisk loved about their new home. It was much different from the one that they had prior to meeting the monsters and coming to the surface. Their old home didn't have the smell of cinnamon-butterscotch pie in the afternoon or eggs and bacon courtesy of King Fluffybuns in the morning. It didn't have a female boss monster who kissed bruised knees and held them close when they had nightmares. It especially didn't have a ferocious furry goat king who enjoyed piggy-back rides and telling bed time stories.

No, their old home couldn't compare with their new one. Because their old home didn't have an Asgore and Toriel Dreemur. Even though their relationship had started off rocky in the beginning, the pair banded together as parental figures for Frisk. The human child dispelled the tension between the two with their presence and even though Asgore and Toriel weren't as lovey-dovey as many of the former Underground dwellers remembered, they were still happy. But there were moments where Frisk noticed differences in their parent's demeanors. When Asgore would accidentally burn a piece of toast and Toriel would pat his shoulder for a moment or when Toriel would come home infuriated from a parent-teacher's conference and find a piping hot cup of tea waiting for her.

Those shy little moments where they did kind things for one another soon becoming outright acts of affection and apology. Frisk noticed it but they didn't say a single word. Literally. It was one evening where the child had gone to bed rather early feeling sluggish from a day of learning and play. But upon awaking from having to use the bathroom, they noticed something. Soft whispers back and forth from two different voices; one was deep and warm while the other was soft and nurturing. Shadows that would have scared any other child in the dark belonging to the two who called themselves the small human child's parents were cast by the dim glow of a candle.

Frisk could see the tears welling up in Toriel's eyes and the unmistakable sorrow marring Asgore's features. In that moment, the human child couldn't tell what the pair had been feeling. But it had all come to light. Asgore apologizing, truly apologizing, for all that had occurred and holding back the tears that threatened to fall. Frisk couldn't help but assume that this wasn't the first night that the caprine had apologized to his former wife. Though Toriel's reaction was one that surprised Frisk. In the beginning, she had shown so many signs of anger and distrust along with distaste for her former husband. But also a sense of longing. Frisk knew that Toriel belonged next to Asgore and vice versa, that the two of them needed one another and the only reason that they fell apart was because of the weight on their shoulders.

*YOU MADE YOUR PRESENCE KNOWN TO TORIEL AND ASGORE*

Both boss monsters nearly jumped out of their skin at the sight of Frisk. The child's bed hair and rumpled pajamas making them quite a sight to see. However, their worries actually lied with whether or not their conversation had gone heard of by the child.

"Frisk, is there something wrong? Did you have another bad dream?"

*YOU TELL MOM THAT YOU ONLY HAD TO USE THE BATHROOM*

"Well, it is right down the hall. Is there something else that was bothering you?" Asgore piped up.

*YOU ASK DAD AND MOM WHETHER OR NOT THEY ARE OK*

Toriel bit her lip and cast a backwards glance to Asgore who seemed at a loss for what to say. He tried to summon the words but nothing would come out.

"Child. Your mother and I are only having a conversation to decide what is best for you," he reasoned. "We only have your best interests at heart."

Frisk's DETERMINATION seemed to grow as the child decided that being meek wasn't the way. As much as they loved the simple moments between their parents and enjoyed the simplicity of their life; Toriel and Asgore couldn't move on in the future unless they were given a push.

"Can we stay a family," Frisk spoke in a voice that had not come from a command prompt.

Asgore and Toriel shared a wide-eyed expression at hearing the human child's voice. Toriel hadn't moved as she tried to find the words to say. So many emotions were piling within her chest that were hushed out as she felt an arm wrap around her. Asgore held her close the two close to him kneeling on the floor so that he was somewhat leveled with Frisk. His embrace was one that allowed movement but it was tight enough to show that he wasn't going to let go. Her eyes traveled to look at her husband's face and she felt her heart nearly stop. The DETERMINATION in his eyes mirrored Frisk's as he stared down at the mop of brown hair that was pressed against his chest. The child's arms feebly trying to wrap around his middle in an attempt for a full-body embrace.

Their eyes met and Toriel knew that even if she couldn't forgive Asgore now and even if he couldn't do the same for her, they would forgive each other in time and perhaps grow to love once again.

Because this was the Dreemur family's new home consisting of Asgore, Toriel, and Frisk.