CHAPTER TWO! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Toriel pushed open the door to the house and stepped inside.
''Hello? Anybody home?'' she called out, brushing the last traces of crumbled brick off her sleeve.
A slight pattering of feet could be heard and Frisk bobbed into view. A smile stretched across Toriel's face as she pulled the child into a tender embrace. Frisk looked up and pointed to some drawing supplies covered in thick dust on a shelf, then tilted their head as they hugged back.
''Why of course you can draw! I hardly remembered I even still had those things,'' said Toriel handing them over, brushing the dust off with her sleeve.
Frisk clapped their hands in delight and ran off to a table to start drawing. Toriel laughed softly and walked to the kitchen. She put the bag of groceries on the table and began stocking the shelves. It was only some butterscotch candies and jars of cinnamon but she had bought a lot of it.
''Who's upset now Asgore?'' she muttered to herself, ''I've saved a human and I'm going to keep it that way.''
Toriel gave a small smile as she finished packing things away and brought out a cinnamon and butterscotch pie she had made earlier on. Cutting a slice off and placing it on a plate, she walked back to Frisk and placed it in front of them.
They were still engrossed in their drawing but their nose twitched slightly and they finally looked up. They gave a small gasp and took a bite,closing their eyes at the bliss of it. Toriel gave a laugh at their expression and sat next to the fireplace, putting on her pair of reading glasses and getting out a book, 250 EASY SNAIL DISHES.
It was a calm and peaceful atmosphere and it was easy for Toriel to get lost in the many snail related recipes until she felt a sharp tug at her dress. Toriel looked up to see Frisk looking very proud of themselves and holding up a piece of paper.
On it there was child wearing a blue and purple striped shirt with a brown bob and a smile so big it literally went off their face, with a wire thin arm they were holding hands with a lady who had been left white like the paper apart from their grey had two red dots for eyes, long drooping ears and two lines coming out of their head. They were wearing a bright purple dress with some triangles on it.
''Aw, is that us?'' Toriel asked.
Frisk gave a nod and Toriel hugged him again, taking the picture.
''We shall have to put this somewhere everyone can see your wonderful drawing,'' she said, beginning to look around to see where she could pin it up. ''Ah-hah!'' Toriel said walking over to the fridge and putting a magnet over the drawing.
Frisk seemed happy with this and opened the fridge before closing again. They made a fake gasping noise when they saw the drawing.
Toriel gave a laugh. ''Exactly.''
Frisk seemed happy and brushed their hand over their mouth, a few crumbs of the pie were on it. Toriel got a cloth and began to mop up the squirming child, smiling a little. As soon as she was finished Frisk grabbed the reading glasses she was still wearing and put them on experimentally.
''You want to try on my glasses, my child? Well I guess if you want to that's OK, but I do warn you they might give you a headache,'' Toriel said.
Frisk gave a shrug and began to mime reading a book, making Toriel raise an eyebrow slightly, but she couldn't help beam.
''Well then,'' she said, chuckling slightly, ''it seems you've made quite a spectacle of yourself haven't you?''
Frisk pulled a face at the terrible pun making Toriel laugh harder. Then she brought out her phone and put the glasses on it.
''Hey Frisk, why does the phone need glasses?'' she asked.
Frisk looked at her blankly.
''Because it lost its contacts,'' said Toriel, clutching her sides with laughter now.
''...''
Frisk put their hand over Toriel's mouth.
''Wait, wait, just one more,'' begged Toriel, pulling the child's hand off, ''OK... when is a lens really not a lens?''
Frisk shrugged.
''When it's an a-fake-ic.''
Frisk walked out the room.
''Wait that was the last one, I swear!'' called out Toriel after them.
The next day
Frisk was walking through the Ruins, humming a soft tune to themself. Toriel was out buying something she refused to tell them and apparently would be back home in an hour or two, so Frisk took the chance and went out for a walk.
The Ruins loomed above them, shadows dancing on the walls and specks of light playing here or there. Frisk stifled a yawn and took a turn. There was spiders scuttling everywhere and a sign read 'SPIDER BAKE SALE' in bold letters. Frisk shrugged and walked over to investigate.
There were two large webs in two of the corners and spiders were watching Frisk eagerly to see what they'd do next. Frisk walked over and searched through their pockets to realize they were out of gold. They shook their head sadly at the spiders as an apology and walked out the room.
''Golly, I always knew you were an idiot but this was unexpected, even for me.''
Frisk shivered slightly and turned around to face the golden flower otherwise known as Flowey behind them.
''Here you are, on a mission to get back to the surface and what do you do? Give up at the first real challenge you get, how pathetic,'' Flowey snarled. His face contorted into the perfect impression of Toriel. ''Just because you can't bring yourself to harm the old hag.''
Frisk crossed their arms, trying to look angry but wasn't really succeeding.
Flowey gave an almost sympathetic sigh. ''You can't hurt a single soul, so answer me this. What are you to do if someone stronger comes along? Someone who you can't defeat with unicorns and hugs? What will you do then? If you can't hurt them you'll die and you'll die and you'll die.''
His face began to rip every time he said die until it suddenly pushed itself together again.
''So, where do you go from now? Just hide in a house for the rest of your life or go out into the open and be killed just because you won't fight?'' the flower inquired. Frisk didn't do anything.
Flowey gave a cruel laugh. ''You really are an idiot, aren't you? Remember kid, iT's kiLLeD oR bE kiLlED.''
With that, they popped back underneath the ground. Frisk stood there, dithering, for a moment.
'You're wrong,' they thought to themselves. 'Everyone has a bit good of them, even if not much, you just need to look hard enough.'
They looked at the spot where Flowey had previously been.
'And that includes you.'
Well, that concludes chapter 2! I wanted there to be a section about life for Frisk and Toriel as well as Flowey's...bit. And the whole spider bake sale thing wasn't all for nothing either, after all, somebody's got to alert that the monster's key to freedom is the Ruins after all...