AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey guys. Just going to let you know to tell me about YOU think are plot holes in the story. I will read your reviews and if I think I've skipped it when it should be there, I'll add an explanation in! Please don't make these plot holes about Sans and fan theories about Sans! There might be a few mistakes in this chapter, I noticed a lot when going through it (which are still present in the original over on DeviantArt I think. Again, if you want to see that one, which is a self/character insert, search up "Perfection is Always A Soul Away Undertale" with the mature filter OFF. Since this fan fiction does contain violence and all). Note, the self insert one ALSO takes a lot of time since I am going through the effort of making it text-based so that I can alter it easily. This does mean, however, I have to slowly embolden and italicise and re-font everything I want different. While this takes a lot of time, it makes me happy to see Sans actually get his Comic Sans MS font back like I have in my original documents! This story IS slow going to start but I hope it's enjoyed anyway.

CHAPTER 1: Sweet-Snatcher

"Welcome to your new home, innocent one." Toriel welcomes Frisk. "Allow me to educate you in the operation of the Ruins." Frisk accepts Toriel's offer with a nod, who then steps on four pressure plates on the floor, after which they pull a yellow switch. Toriel looks over at her. "The Ruins are full of puzzles, ancient fusions between diversions and door keys. One must solve them to move from room to room." She explains, "Please adjust yourself to the sight of them." With that, Toriel traverses deeper into the Ruins. Frisk trots along behind her, though she stops for a second, wondering if she needed to click the buttons too. The door was already open though... regardless, Frisk stepped back and walk over the same four buttons as Toriel, then followed them to the next room.

In the next room, various switches line the walls. Frisk waits for Toriel to give her explanation of the puzzle.

"To make progress here, you will need to trigger several switches. Do not worry, I have labelled the ones that you need to flip." Toriel crosses a brick bridge, and Frisk follows behind her like a young duckling. Frisk quickly notices two switches with a number of yellow arrows pointing at them. It was hard to miss which switches to choose. Frisk chuckled slightly. She looks over at Toriel, and discovers the monster is smiling. Was the sound of her amusement making Toriel happy? Frisk looked back at the switches, considering the thought. She eventually shrugged to herself and flips both switches. A grinding sound filled her ears. She looks at Toriel, searching for approval.

"Splendid! I am proud of you, little one. You have managed to open the door! Let us move to the next room." Toriel turns away again, moving on. Frisk felt her face warm up. She was praising you!

Wow, She thinks, chuffed. Praise.. approval. They're being so nice even though these are just simple tasks...

Frisk proceeds. The first thing she notices is a training dummy, and on the command of Toriel, she stood before it. Toriel informs her that she should talk to the dummy. The motherly figure had already warned Frisk that monsters may attack her, but that it would be okay because all she needed to do was talk to them and her new guardian would come to her aid. Frisk clears her throat, and stares at the dummy. Frisk didn't want to disappoint Toriel so she forced herself to be brave. She needed to speak now!

"... Good... dummy." Frisk mumbles. That's all she says. When Frisk looks to Toriel for her approval, she saw them giving her a funny look. She can't quite read it. It wasn't an explicitly happy look like before. Perhaps she was expecting Frisk to say more? Frisk let your face fall. She must have failed to live up to her expectations of her already...

"Ah... very good! You are very good." Toriel praises the child, though her tone wobbles. She seemed to be saying it just to make Frisk feel better. "Do not worry, we shall practise talking more later, my child." Toriel smiles and nods at her, obviously trying their hardest to keep Frisk's spirits up. The child tightens her face to furrow her brows, but then relaxed. She smiles shyly and glances away.

"... Yes..." Frisk mutter, agreeing to Toriel's plan.

Frisk continued to follow Toriel through the Ruins. Somehow, while she have never seen the Ruins before, they looked familiar. Frisk was are hit again with the feeling that she wasn't quite herself. Have I forgotten something? She asked herself as she walked through the maze-like corridors of the Ruins. Eventually, Toriel left Frsik alone. They asked the child to wait, and gave her a phone to keep in contact. For a few minutes Frisk obeyed, but she quickly grew bored and left the room. Immediately, Toriel called her.

"You have not left the room have you?" She questions Frisk, her tone sounding worried.
"Uh-Mmm." The child sounded in response. Frisk could say yes, or no, but she chose to just make a sound and left Toriel to decipher the answer.

"It is dangerous beyond that room, and there are puzzles I have yet to explain... I hope you have stayed put." Toriel hangs up. Frisk shuffles, feeling guilty for leaving the long room. Then, she looks around. She was outside the room now, so she might as well keep going. Entering a room to her left she found a bowl of sweets. There was a sign plastered to the bowl:

MONSTER CANDY. TAKE ONE.

Frisk hesitates, but then reaches in and pick out a colourfully wrapped, round object. Frisk peels the wrapping off and pops the sweet into her mouth. she scrunches up her face and spit it out. She feels her eyes become watery, and coughs. Disgusting! The sweet had some sort of slimy flavour, mixed with some degree of sweetness, and sourness. At least nothing strange had happened to her because she tried to eat it. Now Frisk knew monster food is probably safe for her to eat.

She left the room feeling somewhat disappointed. Frisk was hoping for a nice tasting sweet to set her mind off of her current situation. Any flavour She knew would've been good: chocolate, strawberry, toffee, raspberry... the list could go on forever. But, alas, she have no idea what the sweet was supposed to taste like. Perhaps monsters had different taste preferences to humans.

"You! What are you doing! Get away from that room, those are mine!" A voice squeals at Frisk. The child looked up to see a frog-like creature. She remained silent. "I said step away, bloody child!" Frisk slowly shuffles away from the room. "That's more like it. The sign may say you can take one... but you can't! Toriel keeps putting that blasted sign on my sweet jar even though I keep taking it off." The frog huffs. Frisk wasn't so shocked to see a monster this time, though she'd upset it. The child stayed still, thinking of what to do to cheer the frog up. Then, she walks back into the sweet room. "Hey, not in there! H-hey!" The frog calls. "Stop! I don't have much..." Frisk comes back out the room, holding one unwrapped sweet and offers it to the frog, hoping it'd feel better at the taste of monster sweets. "Hm. Thank you. I guess." It grumbles, though it blushes anyway. The frog takes the sweet from Frisk's hand, using a long tongue to reel the food to it's mouth, then it begins sucking on it. "I actually find it hard to unwrap the blasted things... no hands." Frisk smiles, and nods, happy to help. "I haven't seen you before around the ruins, actually." The frog observes. "Are you new? Newcomers are a rare occurrence here, since the door is locked shut..." Frisk just nods. This frog seemed to think Frisk was a monster too, so the child decided it may be best it doesn't know she's human. "Do you know your way around?" Frisk shakes her head. "Do you know where you're going?" Frisk shakes her head again. The frog falls silent for a minute or so. "Come on, I'll take you to Toriel. She'll take care of you until you're more confident here." Frisk's expression brightens up. The frog must have noted the change, because it blushed more. "Alright, this way you little sweet-snatcher." The frog hops off, and Frisk follows it.

The two of them make their way through the puzzles of the Ruins, until they come to a ghostly figue laid on the floor. ZzZzZzZzZz... "Are they gone yet?" It whispers, before continuing with it's 'Z's. ZzZzZz...

"Move you blas-" The frog begins, but Frisk steps in front of it and shakes her head. The frog quiets down and huffs. Frisk smile and approaches the ghost, trying to shake it, but her hand phases right through it. Frisk considers walking through it, but that seems rather rude, so she'd just have to make them move. Frisk pulls an angry expression and gestures for the ghost to get up. Though, her supposed anger is just some simple, puffed-out cheeks. The ghost looks at her and floats up to what seemed to be it's standing position. Once it got to that though, it started crying. Frisk gasped, she didn't mean to make it cry. She waves her hands at them with an apologetic look, but it does nothing to calm the ghost. Suddenly, Frisk feels herself flying to the side as the frog rams her out the way and a tear hits it. "ow, ow, OW!" It yells as more tears hit it. "Watch what you're doing! You're going to hurt someone doing that."

"Oh... I'm sorry." Mumbled the ghost, though tears still kept falling. "Oh... I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Oh... … ..."

Frisk felt a bit sorry for the ghost and smile at it.

"Okay." Frisk say,s causing the ghost to look at her. It seems confused, so she repeats: "Okay." The child clapped her hands gently, trying to look as happy as she could for the ghost. The ghost stops crying. Frisk continues to be cheerful for it, until the ghost gives a somewhat thoughtful look.

"Let me try..." It muses to itself, and suddenly the tears stop falling down and rise up instead, creating a top hat on its head. "I call it... "Dapper Blook"." The ghost says, gazing at Frisk for her response. When she doesn't react to the joke, rather, stares in amazement at the sudden change in physics, it begins to clarify it's joke, remembering it hasn't actually told her its name. "Dapper Blook... because... I am Napstablook." Frisk looks back at the ghost, and snorts trying to hold in a giggle. Then, she just lets herself laugh at Blook's joke.

"You've got to be kidding me..." The frog murmurs. Blook looks thoughtful as Frisk laughs, but better. It didn't look as upset now.

"I usually come to the Ruins... because there's nobody around, But today... I met somebody nice. I'll get out of your way." Blook says. He sounds upset, but perhaps that's just how ghosts sound all the time. Then, without another word, he fades away.

"It fun." Frisk comments, some air of confidence to speak around monsters growing. She felt comfortable here.

"It? Napstablook, Sweet-snatcher. Can you not refer to people by names?" The frog groans. Frisk looked at it quizzically, as if to say, 'what's your name then'? The frog pauses and stares at Frisk. "You think I'd share that information with you?" It laughs. "Either way, just call me Froggit. That my monster sub-species."

"Froggit." Frisk repeats. "Froggit." She smiles.

"Yes, yes, you can shut up now." Froggit looks away, and keep hopping through the Ruins. Frisk follows behind, quietly humming the word "froggit" the whole way.

On the way back, Frisk encounters a few more monsters. Froggit, really, was the one who dealt with them by shooing them away. She learnt the names of a few more monsters. Loox, Whimsun... Vegetoid. There were so many different monsters it made her head spin. Eventually, though, Froggit came up to a large, dead-looking tree.

"Here." He says. Frisk had found out 'it' was actually a 'he'. That made her wonder... what was Toriel? Frisk looks at Froggit, confused. It groans at Frisk's inability to connect the dots. "Toriel's home. Look over there." The child looks past the tree to see a cute, tidy house. It fills her with determination. Frisk giggles at it. "Go on, she'll be home." Froggit hurried her to the door.

"She", well, that answers what Toriel is. Once Frisk is at the door, Froggit begins hopping away. The child turns to him. "Um..." She mumbles quietly. He pauses and looks back at her. "... Thank... you." Frisk smiles gratefully at him.

"Ah, whatever." He glances away, blushing. "Gets sweet-snatchers like you out my way." Froggit continued hopping away. Frisk turns to the door and knocks. After a few seconds Toriel opens the door. She looks around, before looking down.

"How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?" Toriel fusses over Frisk, checking for injuries. The child shakes her head.

"Froggit." Frisk hums. "Froggit okay." Toriel pulls a bewildered expression. She obviously had no idea what Frisk meant. The child tries a bit harder. "Froggit...look after me." Frisk smiles, proud of her utterance. Toriel would understand that for sure.

"Oh!" Toriel's bewilderment turns into shock. "Which one...?" Frisk shrugs. "I suppose it does not matter. As long as you are safe, little one, that is what matters." Toriel pulls the girl inside, and the strong scent of cinnamon fills her nose. Toriel laughs at Frisk's expression. Frisk felt like drooling she was so hungry. "I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try and surprise you like this. You are obviously hungry and I am glad you have not been harmed. Err... Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer since your nose has found my secret. Come, small one!" Toriel takes Frisk's hand and leads her to the kitchen. "Surprise!" She gestures with her hand to a pie sat on top of a kitchen counter. "It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here, so I will hold off on snail pie for tonight. Here, I have another surprise for you. You can have some pie later, it must cool down first. Toriel leads Frisk to the other side of her home, to a corridor with three doors. She stops in front of the first door. "This is it... A room of your own. I hope you like it!" Toriel rubs the girl's head lovingly. I will leave you to explore while I get the rest of our dinner ready." Toriel heads back towards the kitchen. Frisk watches her go, then steps into her room. Frisk sniffs, taking in the smell of the room, and, for the matter, the whole house. It smelt a little like wet dog, with a hint of cinnamon, but she didn't mind. She could get used to it. Frisk looks around the room a tentatively, taking a fancy to the toys. Frisk sits, and plays with them for a few minutes before inspecting the lamp, the drawings and the wardrobe. After browsing the room She removes her shoes and immediately goes to bed, picking up a teddy from the bedside. Frisk snuggles into it, finding it a comfort, and falls asleep.

Frisk wakes to see nothing. The room was dark but she got up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn't holding the teddy anymore. She stands, and begins making her way around the room, trying to find a light switch or lamp. This reminded Frisk of stumbling around in the cavern, and made her feel uneasy. Frisk wasn't sure she was comfortable with the dark anymore. She traces her hand along the walls and finds the light switch. Ah ha! Frisk flicks the light on, moving her foot back as she adjusts her eyes to the light. Squelch. Frisk's foot, it seemed, had also found something. Frisk looks down and lifts her foot. Crumbs fall from the fabric of her sock onto a little plate below, atop of which were the remains of some sort of pie. Frisk assumed it was the cinnamon-butterscotch pie Toriel had mentioned. Uh... oops... Frisk bends down and scoop up the plate. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart. Toriel had cooked that just for her, and she'd walked all over it. Literally. Frisk begins making her way out the room, hopping to prevent dirtying the pristine carpet.

Frisk hops into the living room where she spies Toriel reading a book. Hopping closer, Frisk inspects the cover of the book. It read: 72 uses for Snails. Interesting... "T-..." Frisk stutters, "Toriel...?" The goat monster tears her intense gaze from the book, and moves it to the girl. Frisk holds out the plate with the crushed pie.

"Oh dear!" Toriel stands, setting her book down with the pages open so that she doesn't lose her place. "What happened?" Frisk glances away, then reaches down and peels off her sock, handing it over to Toriel as a clue. "Oh... I see." She sighs. "Nevermind, my child. There is more pie. This is not your fault, it is mine! I should not have put it so close to the light switch. Perhaps then, you would not have stepped on it and ruined your sock." Frisk looked at the crushed pie. She looks up at Toriel and rubs her own belly, grinning from ear to ear. She really wanted that pie. Toriel lets out a snigger. "Okay, I understand, my child. Please, sit yourself down." Toriel steps over to the table and pulls out a chair for Frisk. The girl waddles over and scrambles up onto it. Frisk does not manage to get on the chair herself. Frisk felt hands wrap around her waist and lift her onto the chair. She looks up at Toriel, who simply smiles and heads into the kitchen, then returns with a slice of pie for each of them. She sets Frisk's plate down in front of her. The child looks at the pie. It's oozing with butterscotch goodness, and lightly powdered with cinnamon wholesomeness. Frisk doesn't waste a second in starting to chow down on the pie. "Careful, my child!" Toriel spouts, and Frisk pauses looking at her quizzically."If you eat too fast you may choke. You will not enjoy your food. Slow down." The girl heeds her warning, and begins taking smaller bites. Frisk cannot help but smile as the taste of the pie dances around on her tongue. The taste melts her heart. No, her soul.

Frisk finishes her pie and sits back, satiated. Frisk grins and pats her belly. Toriel looks at her with a smile, "I see you have enjoyed your pie. I am glad." Frisk nods, and slide off the chair. She waddles over to Toriel, and pulls her arm down to herself, hugging it. Toriel reaches down to Frisk with her other hand, stroking her head. She picks the child up, setting the girl on her lap. "My child, there are so many things I wish to do and share with you. I have already prepared a curriculum for your education! Though, I believe adjustments are called for. For example, we need to work on your speech." Toriel clears her throat, hoping her statement wouldn't offend Frisk. The girl looks up at her and just smiles, not particularly minding her suggestion. Frisk knew she needed help with it, though she avoided the topic most of the time. The girl snuggles into Toriel.

"Mummy." She muses. Toriel looks down at her, with wide eyes.

"Pardon, my child?" Her voice shakes slightly, though it didn't sound like it was in a sad way.

"Mummy." Frisk buries her face into Toriel's fur. She was so kind to Frisk. She desperately wanted Toriel to be her mother. Toriel shuffles under Frisk, wrapping both her arms firmly around her. All her thick fur is soft, and she herself is warm. Frisk feels comfortable in her embrace.

"Mummy..." She repeats after Frisk, quietly. "If that is what you wish, my child, I will be your 'mummy'." Toriel gently pushes the girl away from her torso and leans down, nuzzling her nose affectionately. Frisk giggles, flinging her arms around Toriel's neck. Toriel was her family now.