"Child. No, no, you can't leave. Not when they are such a dangerous creature!" Toriel said sharply. "Please, I will destroy the door. Just, go to bed my child."
Toriel stood weakly, eyes wet and fur slightly stained. Jay looked up and felt her lip quiver. Toriel looked like she was in so much pain, how could Jay say no?
"Goat Mom, but think of the others that are going to get hurt!" Jay whispered urgently. "We can save them..."
"Maybe one day, but not now. Please."
"But-"
"I won't lose another child! Go to your room!" Toriel shrieked. Jay couldn't hold back the tears she held. She held Toriel's hand for just a moment before turning to go back up stairs. Jay walked up slowly, sniffing and wiping her face. She upset Toriel, and now she would send her back. That's what the last family did.
Jay decided to not make the situation worse. She opened the door to her room. Her clothes were dirty. Jay thought about sleeping in them, but that would mean she would be yelled at for doing so. The air felt warm, but it wasn't a calming warm. It was a desperate heat, like the whole house had a fever. Jay held her arms and sat in the corner. That was the proper punishment for disobeying orders. The heat made her feel sick. Jay let her head fall onto her knees and closed her eyes.
Jay had listened carefully. There was a loud crash and the sound of heavy items falling on one another. There was a period of silence. After a few moments, Jay saw light enter the room. Toriel's shadow filled the lit space.
"Child. I'm sorry." Toriel said, her voice broken. Jay stood and darted to the goat monster. Her tear filled apologies were hard to understand. Both woman and child were in a heart healing nirvana for what felt like forever. It felt good to cry, it truly did.
"I was g-gonna go to bed, but my clothes are dirty." Jay sniffed up her last bit of sadness and let her eyes fall on Toriel's.
"Yes, yes they are." She gave a soft chuckle. "Come, I have to make you clothes, but you can borrow an outfit of mine."
Toriel led Jay to her room. After struggling to get Jay to undress in front of her, Toriel slid one of her robes on Jay. With magic and a swipe of her claws, the dress robe was cut so Jay's ankles were showing. Toriel did the same with the sleeves. Toriel then managed to drag Jay to the last room.
"The room here was turned to a 'restroom' as you humans call it. It takes a while for your bodies to adjust to our food I suppose." Toriel huffed. "Come on, lets get you properly cleaned up."
Jay swallowed her pride and allowed Toriel to assist her. Although Jay had stated she did in fact know how to wash herself, Toriel retorted that she was much too dirty, and it would be this one time. Unless she fail to wash properly. Then Toriel would butt in and fix the issue. The soap that Toriel had smelled like the baby stuff that prevented small children from crying when they put it in their eyes. The towels were soft, not like Toriel, but it was close. After Jay was dry enough, she lead her back into her room. Jay liked Toriel's room. It was big and very neat. Something to be proud of; and if the rest of the house didn't convince you, her room would have.
Toriel was brushing Jay's hair, murmuring kind words and compliments about her hair and eyes. But Jay's mind kept creeping to what Toriel had said before.
"Goat Mom, what do you mean by 'another one'?" The words fell from Jay's lips with out much thought. Toriel froze for a moment.
"More humans have come down here, and most do not come back. That is all." Toriel said, her voice flat.
"Okay." Jay spoke softly.
"Well, after a day like this, do you know what I like?" Toriel asked, a small grin slowly spreading on her face.
"What?" Jay asked, eyes wide.
"I have cinnamon and butterscotch pie!" She said, eyes twinkling.
"Wow! I've never had pie before!" Jay seemed over joyed. Pie was apparently one of the best things the world had to offer. Toriel quickly blinked. The monster shook off her shock and led Jay to the dining room. Toriel was gone for just a few seconds. She came back with two plates of pie. The serving was large, and it smelled wonderfully. Jay pulled a piece of crust off and carefully put it in her mouth. She moved on to carefully taking a small forkful of the warm pie.
"T-this is amazing!" Jay exclaimed, her grin wide.
"Is it I-" Toriel stopped suddenly. "Huh, I thought I heard something..."
"Is some one at the door?" Jay scooted off the chair and trotted to the main room. When she opened the door, no one was there. There was a soft call coming from somewhere. Toriel had crept by the stairs. Jay followed, straining to listen.
"Hello? Lady you in there?" The voice was faint. There was the sound of soft shuffling as well.
Toriel lifted the bottom of her robes and quickly ran down stairs. Jay retreated to the kitchen to grab her pie. One the treat was in her hands, she waddled down the stairs as well.
"H-hello?" Toriel called.
"You're there!" A deep voice called. "Hey, what happened?"
"I destroyed the door." Toriel said. "Child!" Toriel couldn't suppress her laugh. "Child, you should have left your pie upstairs."
"No! It's too good!" Jay protested. "What's your name?" Jay called.
"I'm Sans." The voice replied. "Well, it seems we can't do knock knock jokes anymore."
"I apologize. But, I won't let another child leave if the out come will be like the last ones." Toriel said, letting her hand fall on Jay's head.
"No, I get it. I really do. Just don't start to crumble on me here!" Sans said.
Toriel laughed. Jay didn't quite catch the joke, but snorted anyway. Jay was half way through her pie by now. Unfortunately, a sharp call of Sans's name startled her and she dropped the plate. Toriel laughed even harder.
"SANS! Once again, you abandoned your post. I'm sure I saw a human out in the woods. How am I supposed to catch them it you are talking to a pile of broken door parts?" Jay imagined a big purple dragon with pink spots. That would defiantly match the voice.
"Sorry Papyrus. But this door pile is special. There are people behind it." Sans explained.
"As expected of doors! Well then! Hello people behind the door pile! I am the Great Papyrus! Soon to be member of the royal guard!" Yes, the dragon was so fitting it would kill Jay if it wasn't a dragon.
"Isn't that your brother Sans?" Toriel asked.
"Yeah. The coolest brother you will ever see!" Sans laughed. Sans would be a red and green dragon. He would have stripes, and he would wear a hat and old grandpa sweaters.
"But I can't see him!" Jay said loudly.
"Don't worry kiddo. I know a... shortcut." Sans said. He told Papyrus to follow him. There was a loud knock from upstairs. Toriel waved her hand at Jay's pie dismissively. The two went to the main room, but Jay was the first to make it to the door.
When she opened it, she couldn't help but frown.
"You aren't dragons!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Nope. Were my jokes fire?" Sans asked with a wink.
"No, they were jokes. Jokes are silly and dragons are silly. Skeletons are supposed to be scary." Jay said matter-of-factually.
"I, the Great Papyrus, am scary! Scary strong!" Papyrus seemed proud of himself. Toriel allowed the two to come in. During this, Jay poked her head out. There were no shortcut holes or anything.
She came back to the rest of the group, who were already engaged in a chat. Jay yawned, and peered around. She left her watch somewhere. Jay trotted to the kitchen, unaware of the eyes that had began to follow her. When she came up with no result, she darted to the dinning room. Next to the center piece was the small watch. Jay looked at the watch and almost dropped it. It was 10:02!
Jay reported the time to Toriel, who blushed at the mistake.
"Excuse me for a moment!" Toriel bowed her head a bit. She hauled Jay into her arms and walked to the cozy room. Once Jay was tucked in and Toriel left, her mind began to fog with sleep.
How many have they killed? How many wrongs do I have to fix? Will they kill Toriel again? Will they target Sans or Papyrus? Will I have to kill Frisk? No, I won't have to. I'll fix it, so they will all love me...
Jay woke with a yawn. The skeletons had left last night, not long after she had fell asleep. Jay made sure to dress in her semi-clean clothes. Her bag was full and now on her back once more. Toriel was up, reading a book about snails.
"Goat Mom, I have to talk to you." Jay said, twiddling her thumbs.
"You did not, uh, 'wet the bed', have you? I won't be mad, you are still young." Toriel said sympathetically.
"N-no! No! I just... I need to find Frisk." Jay said, turning her head to avoid Toriel's gaze. "I don't want to. But, they aren't, they are-"
"They are what child?" Toriel asked in monotone. "Angry? Scared?"
"Evil. They pushed me, they know me very well! They tried to kill you! What if they do it again? What if they kill more monsters?" Jay asked quickly.
"The Royal Gaurd-"
"They will kill them. You can easily use magic, you are good at it. But, if they can hurt you like that, then they can really hurt the weak monsters." Jay pointed out, taking a step back.
"Jay. Why do you wish to find Frisk?" Toriel asked sharply.
"So you will love me!" Jay said loudly. Toriel froze, eyes wide and mouth open. "So you will love me like I want you to! I'm stupid. I'm stupid and cheap! I know! This way, you can be proud. I can be worth something! You will love me so much you won't give me back!"
"Jay..." Toriel had began to cry once more. Jay wanted to do nothing more but to run into her arms and hold onto her soft fur. Instead, she ran down the stairs. There was a small gap on top the pile. The small, lucky snow flakes made it inside the hall. Jay swallowed and began to climb. It was easy physically, but emotionally, it felt like her heart would burst.
"Jay! Please, come down!" Toriel called from the bottom of the pile.
"I have to! I'll come back, and you will love me so much! I promise!" Jay pushed her bag through, and then wedged her body through the crack. Toriel's calls seemed to be eaten by the wind and Jay's frozen sobs and sniffs.