Frisk sat there in the hallway for a few minutes. But that was boring.
She fiddled around on the cell phone to see if there was something to do on it, but all it could do was send and receive calls. It seemed pretty old, too.
The child let out a long, gentle sigh of boredom.
She glanced over at the entrance to the next room of the ruins. She considered going through it and exploring the ruins a little more. Hopefully, Toriel wouldn't mind too much.
But for a moment, the child hesitated.
What if she encountered more monsters? What if… Toriel wouldn't be able to save her in time?
She picked up her stick from the floor, her grip tightening on it.
The child reasoned that if worse came to worse, there was always the option of putting up a fight. The thought of bashing that flower around was a satisfying thought.
She picked herself up, placing the phone in her pocket.
The child gathered her determination and entered the next room.
The room that she entered wasn't very big. A few piles of leaves, with entrances to more rooms on the left and right. The Froggit that had bumped into her earlier was sitting in the corner.
She received a call from her phone. She picked up.
"Hello, this is Toriel," the voice on the other end spoke. "You have not left the room, have you?"
Frisk decided to remain silent.
"There are a few puzzles ahead that I have yet to explain," the voice continued. "It would be dangerous to try to solve them for yourself. Be good, alright?"
Toriel then hung up on the other end.
The child thought about it. She reasoned that the puzzles around the ruins didn't seem very dangerous. Well, there was that field of spikes… but it didn't seem to be terribly dangerous for anyone who was careful about it.
What harm could a few more do?
She decided to start her exploration of the ruins by approaching the Froggit. Fortunately, the Froggit didn't seem like it wanted to attack her, thanks to Toriel having scaring it off earlier.
"Excuse me, human," it said, looking up to her. "I have some advice for you about battling monsters."
Information about battling monsters seemed important, since she didn't want to be hurt.
"If you act a certain way or fight until you almost defeat them," the Froggit continued, "they might not want to battle you anymore.
The monster looked up to the child. "If a monster doesn't want to fight you, please… use some mercy, human."
When Toriel meant when she said that the monsters were easily satisfied… that have been what she meant.
Frisk thanked it for its advice and took the left entrance. All that it contained was a bowl of candy on a stand, with a sign that said to take one.
The child took one of the candies. She sniffed it, making sure it wasn't some strange flavor, then popped it into her mouth. It had a distinct taste.
Then she took another one and pocketed it, because candy wasn't something she often enjoyed on the surface. She felt disgusted with herself as she did it, but hey, free candy was the best type of candy.
As she walked back into the other room, a small, fluffy winged creature bumped into her.
The box popped up again. Frisk raised her stick, observing the monster that she had gotten in a fight with.
The Whimsun was avoiding eye contact with her. It seemed to be a bit too sensitive to fight.
"I'm sorry," it meekly muttered. "Please forgive me…"
Frisk pointed her stick at the monster and waved it in a threatening fashion, hoping to scare it away.
The creature absolutely freaked out, edging away from the child. "Please, stop it… I can't handle this…"
The monster attacked back. Within the box, white moths began to fly in a circle around Frisk's soul. Her soul remained in its spot, as Frisk was afraid to move it.
The small creature was hyperventilating, having become fearful of the child.
Frisk felt awful, so she wanted to apologize. As she said the first few words, however, the Whimsun burst into tears and began to flutter away, letting out a quiet wail. As it did so, the battle box disappeared.
"Wait!" the child cried. "I didn't mean to—"
But it was too late. Whimsun had already left the room.
Frisk felt awful, terrorizing such a small, timid creature. But she quickly shrugged this experience off, since she didn't get hurt.
If avoiding conflict with monsters is this easy… perhaps there's hope for me down here.
With this in mind, she went through the other entrance.
The next room was about as simple as the last. It appeared to be a mere passageway to the next room, but the ground was crumbling away near the middle of it.
Frisk tentatively stepped on the unstable ground, finding that it easily fell apart. However, there appeared to be a leaf pile at the bottom to catch her fall, so she went ahead and jumped through the hole that she had created.
Down there, she glanced around the room at the bottom. There were two sets of stairs that led to the upper floor, but as the child rose out of the pile to observe them, she heard a rustling noise from the pile, stopping her in her tracks.
As Frisk approached the source of the noise, a Froggit jumped out and started a fight.
"I like your eyes," the child blurted out, since she had noticed that the Froggit earlier had responded positively to a compliment… so maybe this one would too?
Fortunately for her, this Froggit was also flattered. It also continued to attack, however, since there was no Toriel around to interrupt it.
A white object resembling a frog appeared in the box containing Frisk's soul. She directed her soul away as the frog leaped into the air to try to hit it. When it missed, the creature soon dissipated.
Because the compliment had placated the Froggit, it didn't seem that it wanted to continue fighting after that attack.
"We don't have to fight anymore," Frisk suggested. "You can continue whatever you were doing in those leaves."
The Froggit's agreement with this was expressed by a hearty croak, and soon it had covered itself with leaves again and fallen asleep. Frisk had noticed that it had left a few gold-colored coins for her, likely the currency of the underground.
The child found that one of the stairs led to the other side of the hallway. She climbed those, and popped out on the other side of the crumbling floor.
Upon entering the next room, Frisk's phone once again received a phone call.
"Hello? This is Toriel. For no reason in particular… which do you prefer, cinnamon or butterscotch?"
The child had tried candies of both, but only a few times in her life. She had trouble deciding which one to pick, but she eventually decided on butterscotch.
"Butterscotch… I think…"
"Oh, I see. Thank you very much!"
Toriel hung up.
Huh. The child bet that Toriel thought she was still waiting in the hallway.
As Frisk took another step, her phone rang again.
"By the way… you do not dislike cinnamon, do you?" Toriel asked, once the child had picked up. "Would you turn up your nose if you found it on your plate?"
"No… " Frisk replied, being a bit confused by these seemingly unrelated calls about her taste preference.
"Thank you for being patient, by the way."
With that, Toriel hung up again. It seemed that the monster was still suspecting nothing.
Now that her phone wasn't distracting her, Frisk took a glance at the room, seeing that there was a line of spikes on the floor preventing her progress. However, there was a switch with a rock next to it.
A sign on the wall claimed that "three out of four grey rocks recommend you push them."
This comment made Frisk think of a possibility: if a monster could take the shape of a flower, then maybe there was a rock-shaped monster. Maybe there was a Rocky the Rock somewhere down here.
Actually… what could be and couldn't be a monster?
The child decided to dismiss the matter, because otherwise she would have been paranoid that everything was trying to kill her.
The child went to do as suggested. She knelt down and placed her hands on the side of the rock, getting a feel of where to push.
She tensed up her muscles and shoved the rock, summoning all of her strength. She kept on pushing until her arms ached, and she was forced to stop.
The child rose back up to see how far she had managed to get. To her dismay, she found that the rock had moved an entire inch.
This was going to suck, wasn't it?
After plenty of struggling, Frisk finally managed to push the rock onto the switch and lower the spikes.
As she crossed over the retracted obstacle, however, she nearly tripped over what appeared to be a blob of gelatin.
The blob engaged her in battle. A scent of sweet limes wafted through the air as it began to wiggle in a mesmerizing manner.
Before Frisk could wonder what to do with it, her phone rang.
"You do not have any allergies, do you?" Toriel asked.
"What kind?"
"An allergy to milk or eggs, perhaps?"
"I don't have allergies to either of those. Why do you ask?"
"Huh? Oh, no reason... No reason at all."
The monster hung up, still leaving Frisk confused on the purpose of her call.
The child turned back to the situation at hand. The monster in front of her didn't seem to have any limbs… hmm…
Frisk turned around and began to walk away.
To her surprise, it actually worked. The battle box disappeared, as the blob was unable to pursue her.
That wasn't very difficult.
The next room contained a large field of unstable ground between Frisk and the next room's entrance.
Like the first room with the crumbling floors, the child tapped the ground with her foot and made a hole where she could see a leaf pile below, then jumped down.
Piles of leaves filled the room below, but there was a clear, leafless path. She stumbled to the end of the room, but she wasn't able to find any stairs to the upper floor.
Rather, there was a sign: "Please don't step on the leaves."
She sheepishly glanced back at the path through the leaves that she had carved. But then… she began to consider something.
She walked to the leafless path and looked upwards. Just as she suspected: the ground was stabler along the path because there were structural supports immediately above it.
The sign wasn't a mere request; it was a hint of how to solve the puzzle.
Frisk went back to the other side of the room and climbed up the stairs. Recalling the point of entry into the field where there weren't any leaves below, the child found firm ground to walk upon.
She wasn't exactly sure of where the path without leaves continued below, but she didn't have to be; she used her stick to test where the ground was solid and where it crumbled. Using this method, she was able to find the path to the other side.
The next room contained another spike obstacle, but contained three switches as well. Next to those switches… were three rocks.
Frisk let out a groan. This was definitely going to suck.
She struggled to get the first two rocks on their corresponding switches. Well, at least the solution seemed to be pretty straightforward…
That is, until she went to push the third rock.
"Whoa there, pardner!" it yelled, causing the child to take a step backwards in surprise. "Who said you could push me around?"
It turned out that the child was right about the possibility of a rock monster.
"Well… I need a rock to be placed on that switch over there," Frisk noted, pointing to the uncovered switch. "Perhaps you could move, if you don't want to be pushed?"
"Okay, just for you, pumpkin." The rock moved a short distance towards the switch. Not far enough, however.
"A bit more, please?" Frisk requested.
"Alrighty, how's this?" The rock moved off in a different direction.
"That's the wrong direction," Frisk pointed out.
"Okay, I think I got it." The rock moved back on track and moved all the way to the switch. "Was that helpful?"
"Yeah." The child began to walk towards the lowered spike obstacle, but as she got close, the spikes shot back up.
Frisk immediately stopped in her tracks and glanced backwards. The third rock had shifted slightly off the switch.
"Hey!"
"Hmm?" the rock noted. "You wanted me to stay there? You're giving me a real workout."
The rock moved back onto the switch, allowing Frisk to bypass the obstacle.
The child thanked the rock — surely not something she did every day — and moved on.
The next room didn't have a puzzle. Just a piece of cheese on a table and a mousehole in the corner. The child took this opportunity to sit down and take a break.
She pulled out her phone from her pocket. Why not give Toriel a call?
Toriel was standing around in the kitchen of her home, hard at work. A white dog was napping on the floor.
Her cell phone rung. The monster placed down the bowl filled with the ingredients she was mixing and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Frisk," Toriel greeted.
"Your eyes are like the Ruins," the voice from the other end began. "I keep getting lost in them!"
Of course, it was meant as a joke, but it was taken in a different way.
"…Huh? Are you… flirting with me?" the monster asked.
"Uhhh… um…" Frisk stuttered. "Maybe?"
"Oh, heh.. heh... Ha ha ha!"
"How adorable…" the monster said, finding the child's antics amusing. "I could pinch your cheek! But you can certainly find better than an old woman like me."
"That's true," the child on the other end acknowledged. "But this phone only has one number!"
Toriel laughed some more in reaction to this.
"Are you doing well?" she asked.
"Yeah!"
"You must be bored," the monster noted. "I should have given a book to you. My apologies. Here, do you want to hear a joke?
"Okay!"
Toriel began the joke. "What did the skeleton tile his roof with?"
"I don't know," Frisk stated. "What does a skeleton tile his roof with?"
"Shin-gles!"
The joke was greeted by silence from the other end.
"Well, I thought it was amusing," the monster admitted. "Anyways… you are still waiting in that room, are you not?"
The child went quiet.
"Frisk…please, tell me if you are or not," Toriel asked, becoming a little concerned.
The child proceeded carefully, with a tone of innocence. "Would you be mad if I said no?"
"A little."
Frisk let out a sigh, feeling a pang of guilt.
"Okay, so maybe I got bored," she admitted. "I'm not hurt, though!"
"That is a relief," Toriel stated. "I had worried that you run into some trouble if you continued. Where are you right now?"
The child immediately replied. "There's a table with some cheese on it. I think the cheese is stuck."
"I see… thank you for being honest with me."
Frisk began to consider something.
"Can I ask you something?" the child asked.
"What is it, my child?"
"Can I call you 'mom'?"
The goat monster thought over it. It had been such a long time since someone had called her "Mom"… the term had become a little bittersweet.
And this child barely knew her…
"I know it sounds kinda silly," Frisk continued, "but… I… I would like to call you that…"
Toriel took a deep breath.
"Well… I suppose… would that make you happy?" she asked. "To call me 'Mother?'"
The child looked to the floor. "I guess it would…"
"Well then, call me whatever you like!" the monster stated.
"…thanks, mom."
"It seems that you are doing well…" Toriel observed, "so I will not stop you from proceeding further."
"But if you find that you cannot proceed, do not worry," she continued. "I will come for you when I am finished. If you do not call back and state where you are… I will head to the room with the cheese. Is that alright?"
"Alright," the child agreed. "See you soon."
"Be good," the monster said in reply.
With that, Toriel hung up.
As she returned to her work, the dog on the floor awoke. It excitedly let out a series of yips.
"No, you cannot have some pie." Toriel stated. "You are just going to eat it all…"
The dog barked out in reply.
"Snoring on the floor is not help," the goat monster pointed out.
The dog continued to bark, explaining that it wasn't snoring, but cheering her on its sleep.
Toriel huffed in frustration.
"The answer is still no."
In the next room, an object upon a pile of leaves blocked the way.
On closer inspection, it appeared to be a white blanket covering something. But the blanket had a face. And it constantly repeated the letter "z", to provide the impression that it was sleeping.
The child approached it and gave it a nudge with the tip of her shoe. A battle box appeared, and the blanket flew upwards to position itself above the box.
It turned out the blanket was really a ghost, with large eyes and a small mouth.
"Hello!" greeted Frisk. The ghost didn't appear to be very happy, so she gave a ghost a huge smile.
"heh…" the ghost quietly murmured. "my name is napstablook…
He stared down at the box. "are we supposed to battle now? oh no… "
The ghost began to cry, his white tears falling down into the battle box. A tear landing on Frisk's soul stung, but not an awful lot.
The tears soon came to an end, signalling the end of Napstablook's attack. That meant she had the opportunity to do something.
The ghost continued to look down in the dumps, so Frisk decided to tell him a joke.
"What's a ghost's favorite kind of fruit?" she began.
"i don't know… i don't eat fruit very often…"
"Boo-berries!" the child said with a grin.
The ghost chuckled in response, its mood seeming to improve.
Napstablook didn't cry for his attack this time. Instead, harmless grey text appeared around Frisk's soul, reading "Really not feeling up to it right now. Sorry."
"do you want to see something…?" he murmured. Frisk nodded.
"let me try..." The ghost began to cry again, but the tears flew upwards instead of falling down. These tears formed a white top hat upon his head.
"i call it dapperblook…" Napstablook mentioned. "do you like it?"
Frisk beamed with excitement. "That's really cool!"
"oh gee…" Napstablook's spirits (no pun intended) were lifted. Because he felt much better, he felt free to end the battle.
"i usually come to the ruins because there's no one around…" the ghost explained. "but today i met someone nice…"
He glanced down at the pile of leaves beneath him. "oh, i'm rambling again. i'll get out of your way…"
With that, Napstablook floated away.
Frisk proceeded into a room containing a few cobwebs and a sign reading "Spider Bake Sale. All proceeds go to real spiders".
Many spiders scuttered around the room, greeting their new guest. The child waved hello back, overcoming her initial surprise.
According to the signs placed above the cobwebs, Spider Donuts were seven gold coins, and Spider Cider was eighteen gold coins. Between finding a few coins on the ground and the money received from sparing that Froggit, she had only had enough for one Spider Donut.
Frisk dropped seven coins into one of the cobwebs. One of the spiders then brought a purple donut to her in exchange.
Not having eaten anything other than a piece of candy since falling down into the ruins, she immediately took a bite out of it.
Not only was it pretty good, it caused the sting of pain from Napstablook's tears that she had shrugged off earlier faded away. Monster food was neat.
Since that room was a dead end, she backtracked to the previous room and went another direction. She ended up in a passageway.
A sign read: "Did you miss it? Spider Bakesale down and to the left. Come eat food made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders!"
Of spiders? Frisk looked down at her half-eaten donut.
On one hand, it was made of those eight-legged bugs, but on the other hand, it didn't taste all too bad.
She shrugged and finished off the rest of the donut. It was food, after all.
The rest of the passage contained a few Froggits that brought some advice to her, but their advice didn't seem to make much sense.
What was an X or an F4? Apparently names can turn yellow?
As Frisk was leaving the room, her phone rang.
"Hello?" the voice from the other end said. "I just realized that has been a while since I last cleaned up. I was not expecting to have company so soon."
The child remembered that Toriel said that she was the first human to have fallen down in a long time.
How long had it been since the last one?
"There are probably a lot of things lying about here and there," the monster continued. "You can pick them up, but do not carry more than you need. Someday you might see something you might really like. You will want to leave room in your pockets for that."
With that, Toriel hung up.
Upon entering the next room, Frisk noticed that there were six spots in the room where the ground was unstable. The nearby sign said that there was only one switch, presumably to the obstacle nearby.
Frisk let out a huff at the sight of the spike obstacle at the end of the room. What was it with the ruins and spikes everywhere anyways?
She walked up to the nearest spot and jumped down into it.
As she landed in a leaf pile in the chamber below, she came upon a peculiar sight: something resembling a large carrot was half-buried in the ground.
It popped out of the ground once she got close to it. The carrot turned to reveal a huge face on its side, putting on a wide grin.
"How are you?" she greeted.
"Plants can't talk, dummy," the monster stated.
"But you just…" the child began, before deciding to simply drop the issue.
A rain of white carrots fell from the top of the box.
Meanwhile, the smell of steamed carrots and peas that the monster emitted was making the child kinda hungry. She wasn't a terribly picky eater, unlike some of the kids she knew.
She placed a hand on her stomach, which the monster interpreted as asking for a healthy meal.
"Eat your greens," the monster said. "They're good for you…"
Vegetables fell down and began to bounce around within the box, but Frisk noticed that one of them was green.
She guided her soul to touch it. Instead of hurting her, it dissipated as it touched the soul, making Frisk feel a little fuller. Meanwhile, the monster nodded, satisfied by the action.
"Ate your greens," it remarked.
With that, the monster returned back into the hole in the floor, ending the battle.
She glanced around, finding the stairs back to the upper floor.
Frisk fell down the rest of the holes, one at a time. She found out each hole led to a different pit, but they all had stairs back to the upper level.
She found another one of the carrot monsters in one of the pits. Like the previous one, all it wanted to do was to give the child some greens.
The child had found a fallen Napstablook in another pit. After she reminded it that ghosts could fly, as she noticed during her battle with it, Napstablook was able to escape.
Another pit contained a red ribbon on the ground. Frisk picked it up and tied it in a knot on her head. Maybe if she looked cuter, monsters wouldn't attack as hard.
Another pit contained absolutely nothing.
Finally, the last pit contained a switch to allow progress to the next room.
The next room was intriguing. A sign read: "The far door is not an exit, It simply marks a rotation in perspective."
Throughout the room, there were what appeared to be green, blue, and red switches. The blue one could be seen from the entrance, right in front of a pillar, but the red and green ones were concealed behind others.
A spike obstacle was located at the end of the room, but it had already been retracted. Frisk shrugged and moved to the next room.
What greeted her was similar in appearance in the previous room, despite having taken a ninety-degree turn. She saw the blue switch in front of a pillar again, and when she approached the other pillars, she found that the red and green switches were behind those, much like the layout of the previous room.
The only difference was that there was a different sign. "If you can read this, press the blue switch."
The child walked back to it, to find that a monster with a single large eye had shown up next to it. It was immediately joined by another monster resembling a large cockroach. Both of them engaged Frisk in battle at the same time.
"I'm just a poor Loox. Please don't pick on me…" muttered the one-eyed creature. It seemed to be attacking out of self-defense. "Pick on Migosp instead…"
On the other hand, the cockroach, likely the Migosp that Loox mentioned, was more hostile.
"Obey the overmind!" it cried. "Legion! We are legion!"
Noticing that Migosp was unlikely to be reasoned with at the moment, Frisk turned her attention to the Loox.
"Hey," she said. "I don't want to pick on you."
This reassured the monster. "Finally, someone who gets it."
Loox and Migosp attacked at the same time. Loox dropped spheres into the battle box, which bounced around and got faster. Migosp caused cockroaches to fly in, avoiding the middle of the box. Frisk's soul was able to avoid both attacks.
Once the attack finished, Frisk told the Loox that it didn't need to fight if it didn't want to anymore. It thanked her and walked away.
Migosp watched as the other monster left the room. Once it did, Migosp went under a mood change, becoming noticeably more cheerful like it didn't have a care in the world.
"Nothing like alone time!" it gleefully spouted, doing a little jig. "Being me is the best! Woo hoo!"
The monster didn't even bother trying to attack Frisk anymore. Instead of a normal attack, the only thing that became present in the box was a single dancing cockroach.
The child ended the battle by pressing the nearby blue switch and leaving, as the monster clearly didn't want to continue fighting. It made no attempt to pursue her; it continued to stand there with a huge grin on its face.
The next two rooms were pretty similar to the previous, with similar layouts and button positions. The only thing that differed was which button to push to remove the obstacle.
Frisk found the puzzle pretty pointless. Maybe it was meant to harder to solve from a different perspective? Or maybe it was to weed out the colorblind?
As the child entered the next room, she noticed that there were two paths. One contained a large leaf pile, but the other had some ivy growing across the floor. Taking the path with the ivy found her in a room containing a Froggit and a stairway to a higher floor.
"Just between you and me…" the Froggit began. "I saw Toriel come out of here just a little while ago.
"She was carrying some groceries, but I didn't ask what they were for. We're all too intimidated to talk to her."
The child wondered if Toriel was preparing something. Was it for her?
Frisk took the stairs upwards. It led to a balcony with a view of the rest of the ruins. It was composed of countless buildings of purple rock, but it appeared that they had seen better days.
A few of the buildings had large cracks in them. and it seemed like the place would eventually fall apart over time. The city looked like it was to be inhabited and bustling with activity at one point, but now it looked sparsely populated.
She looked around on the balcony. On the ground was a knife made out of plastic.
Frisk picked it and pressed the blade to her finger; while the knife didn't break the surface of her skin, it was slightly sharp, and with enough force it could be used as a damaging weapon.
The child placed it back on the ground, however. Toriel would probably disapprove if she was caught carrying around a knife.
Frisk walked back down the stairs and all the way back, going to the path with the leaf pile.
The room ahead had a large tree, but there were no leaves on its branches. Then had all fallen to form a leaf pile near the roots.
The child heard a familiar voice. "Oh dear, that took longer than I thought it would."
Toriel absentmindedly walked up from behind the tree and pulled out her cell phone. She looked up and noticed that the child was standing right there in front of her.
The monster walked up to greet Frisk. "You have arrived, my child. Are you hurt?"
"Not a scratch," Frisk replied. "Well, not one that hasn't been healed over… "
"That is impressive!" Toriel stated. "But still…"
The monster began to fuss over Frisk, straightening out her hair. "I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this."
Toriel then realized she had used the word surprise, which usually a person doesn't mention to someone that he or she wanted to surprise.
"Err… well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come, small one!"
Toriel walked around the tree and into her house. In a stark contrast with the rest of the ruins, the monster's house had a cute, tidy appearance.
The sight of it filled Frisk with determination, so she followed Toriel inside.
The house was very comfy, in contrast to the rest of the ruins. The floor was made of wood, instead of the purple stone used for most of the other rooms. It felt nice to walk on.
A buttery, cinnamon smell floated through the air.
"Do you smell that?" Toriel asked. "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie."
Frisk was shocked. Not many people had made anything for her before, much less a pie.
"I thought we might celebrate your arrival." Toriel continued. "I want you to have a nice time living here, so I will hold off of snail pie for tonight."
Frisk wasn't liking the sound of snail pie. She had seen a few snails in the grass before, and they looked gross.
She wouldn't tell that to Toriel, though. The child tried to keep a straight face.
"Here, I have another surprise for you," Toriel stated, beckoning her into the hallway to the right.
The hallway contained a rug on the floor, a few decorations, and the doors to the rooms. The two of them stopped at the entrance of one of these doors.
"This is it…" the monster said. "A room of your own. I hope you like it!"
Toriel ran her fingers through Frisk's hair. Doing this brought back some good memories to the goat monster.
She then smelled something a bit off.
"Is something burning? Um, make yourself at home!"
She left, presumably to tend to her hopefully-not-burnt pie.
Frisk opened the door and walked inside, taking a look around in her new room.
A cozy bed sat in the corner, and along the back side of the room sat a closet, a shelf containing a few objects, a box filled with children's shoes, and a lamp.
Frisk examined the toy box at the foot of the bed. It contained some cool toys, but she had outgrown toys a long time ago. She didn't bother with them anymore, because there were only a few toys that the orphanage could get their hands on.
The child opened the closet and took a look. Unlike the box containing the shoes, which came in a multitude of sizes, most of what the closet contained looked like they would fit her perfectly.
Frisk concluded that unless Toriel could predict the future, this was just a really uncanny coincidence.
The child let out a yawn, realizing that all that walking in the ruins had tired her out. She went to turn off the lamp, then she took off her shoes, hopped into bed, pulled the covers over her, and fell asleep.
Flowey sat in front of Toriel's house. Well, not really sit, because flowers can't sit.
He knew that Frisk would eventually get bored of the ruins. They weren't very big. She would try to leave the ruins in order to get to the rest of the underground.
Then, Toriel would try to stop the child from leaving, as she had seen the situation of children wanting to leave again and again.
The flower was curious to see how Frisk would act. Would she convince Toriel to let her go… or would she resort to violence to bypass Toriel?
Whatever Frisk did, Flowey had no doubt that it was going to be interesting.
AN:
The mad sparing commences. I'm going to be including nearly every regular enemy, barring the ones that are hidden in the game.
I'm using male pronouns for Napstablook since i'm not a huge fan of using "they", outside of dialogue. Which was one of my reasons for assigning genders to gender-neutral characters in the first place.
Looking at the colored switch puzzle from a first-person perspective will lead to the rooms looking exactly the same. Huh.
Anyways, this chapter's not terribly interesting on its own.
Next chapter: well, you know what's happening next. Fire is falling, hearts are aching, and generally we're gonna have a sad time.