A/N: Howdy! Before I start, I just want to thank you guys for the positive reviews (even though there's just a few of them). It's kind of a weird thing to say, but it means a lot to me. Anyways, happy reading!

"But uh… Lady, is the kid here? Because… We got a problem."

Toriel froze. "Yes… Frisk is here." She looked down at him, concerned. "What is the matter?"

"So, we have these meetings in Snowdin every once in awhile to make sure everything's go okay and King Asgore always comes if he's not busy. Somebody..." He sounded reluctant to finish his sentence. What exactly could be so bad about this meeting, Frisk didn't know, but they sensed the dread in the guy's voice. "Somebody told him that there was a human living in the Ruins."

"No," Toriel whispered, clutching a wad of her dress tightly in her furry hand. She reached for Frisk's hand as if to reassure herself that he was still there. "I will fight if I have to. They will not take my son away from me."

"Hey, take it easy," the guy on the other side of the door said calmly. "No one's taking the kid away. You've been... Uh, how did he want me to word it again? Right. 'Warmly invited to rejoin society, and bring the human with you.' He also said to promise you that Frisk won't be hurt."

"What on earth is that fuzz ball up too?"

"Your Majesty?"

Toriel's expression seemed sort of pained as she stared at the floor. "Oh, please don't call me that. I really preferred it when you didn't know who I am..."

"Then uh... Toriel?"

"Yes?"

"I like to think I'm pretty observant, and I... Well it didn't seem like Asgore has anything up his sleeve with this. Seems like he just wants you to come back."

"That's exactly what I'm concerned about. I do not hate the Underground. I hate Asgore, and I'm never going back to him."

"To be fair, he didn't ask you to come back to the castle. I think he just doesn't want you and the kid to be cooped up in there."

There was silence for a while. Toriel stared at her feet, looking unsure. "My child..." she whispered, looking to Frisk. "What... What do you think?"

Oh, Frisk wanted to be free. He'd poked around every corner, every nook, and every cranny of the Ruins. Every day he woke up and felt trapped, bored... Sad. But then he saw his mother's face, and he knew there was no way he could leave. She loved him, and she wanted the best for him, so it was with great thought that Frisk said honestly and earnestly, "Whatever makes you smile."

Toriel's expression melted into one right then, gentle and sad. "You make me smile." She turned back to the door. "Meet me here again tomorrow. We will come through, but we need to pack first."

"The King will be happy to hear that," the voice on the other side of the door said, and though he was pretty good at sounding neutral, this time his gladness could be clearly heard. "And hey, I'll get to see you in person. I'm sure I'll adoor you."

The three of them shared a warm laugh at his pun.

"Well, see ya tomorrow. I guess I'll be off."

"Goodbye, friend," Toriel said, smiling.

"Goodbye, Toriel."

"I just don't know how anyone could've found out," Toriel fussed as she hurried around Frisk's room, gathering up and packing neatly into an old suitcase anything she thought her son might need. It seemed to Frisk like Goat Mom was possibly having second thoughts. He wanted to do whatever made her happy, but he secretly hoped she wouldn't change her mind on this.

"Dunno," Frisk said, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater as he sat cross legged on his bed. He realized tonight would probably be the last night he slept on it, and it made him happy and sad at the same time.

"I mean, the only one who is able to come in and out of here without passing by me is Napstablook."

"Blooky wouldn't tell," Frisk said without giving it any further thought.

"Well, I suppose they don't really seem like one to raise trouble," Goat Mom mused, stuffing in one last folded sweater and zipping up the suitcase. "You should sleep now, my child."

"'M'kay," Frisk said, climbing off the bed to slide down the covers. He climbed into it's warmth for the last time.

"Goodnight, Frisk," Toriel said, smoothing down Frisk's hair before kissing his forehead. She crossed the room and turned out the light. "Sleep tight!"

Frisk did not sleep tight. He was awoken an hour or two into his slumber by a small voice going, "Pssst. Pssst. Friiiii~iiisk. Wake up you little brat."

He bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. He couldn't see anything--he reached over and swiftly turned on his lamp.

A small flower had popped it's head and stem through a little crack in the floorboards, and this flower had a face.

"F-Flowey?" Frisk stammered.

"Howdy!" The flower winked brightly. "Long time no see, huh? I just thought I'd drop by considering you'll be leaving so soon."

"Please go away," Frisk pleaded. "Don't want any trouble."

"Me? Cause trouble? Never." Flowey's face was twisted and fanged now, a face that had given Frisk nightmares in his first few months living here. However, the flower's face soon shifted back to its usual cheerful false innocence. "I just wanted to say goodbye! And ask you what in the world you think you've been doing for the last few years. You think you're going to change something this way? That somehow your ending will be different? That you'll learn something new? Sure, you weirdo. Enjoy your new show."

"W-wait, what--?" Frisk began, but Flowey only winked again and ducked back down through the crack, leaving Frisk alone to ponder what any of that had meant.

He looked around as if to make sure there were no suspicious flowers lingering anywhere, and then laid his head back down on his pillow, falling back into an uneasy sleep.

When he woke the next morning, he had slept off the memory of Flowey's visit, and he was excited. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up excited, and it was thrilling.

"Good morning, my child!" Toriel greeted, rushing down the hall with an armload of books. "Just doing some final packing. I cannot leave my favorite books behind, though I'm sure I will be back here from time to time. What do you want for breakfast? Scrambled eggs?"

"Mhm!" Frisk nodded rapidly and followed Goat Mom down the hall. He sat down at the table in the living room, fidgeting excitedly.

"We will meet our friend at the door as soon as we are done eating," Toriel told him from the kitchen. Frisk folded his hands on the table in an attempt to be patient.

Fifteen minutes later, Goat Mom placed down two plates of eggs with an unfortunate amount of sautéed snails mixed in for flavor. She handed him a fork and the two ate together. "Thank you," Frisk said when he had finished eating.

"Of course, my child!" Toriel said brightly.

"For agreeing to leave the Ruins, too."

"Frisk, your happiness means everything to me. If you are happy, then I am happy, and I know you have felt trapped down here for quite some time. Now, I am going to wash the dishes. It will only take me a minute."

Within ten minutes, the two of them faced to door.

"Knock knock."

"Hold on hold on, I got one for you," the guy interrupted. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Candice."

"Candice who?"

"Candice door open, or what?" Frisk thought that one was a bit of a stretch, but Toriel and the guy laughed their heads off.

"Well, time to find out!" Toriel said as the laughter died on. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and pushed the door open.