Chapter 4. The Problem
"Child, come with me and I will take you to my home. I happen to have a guest bedroom for you."
"But I'm not tired! Show me around, Mom!"
"It is too late in the day. I will take you home now, and show you around tomorrow."
"Fine."
"I will make you a pie!"
"Ooh! What kind?!"
"Butterscotch-cinnamon."
"Yum!"
They walked through the Ruins. Paolo let out a deep yawn.
"I'm tired." She sat down on the ground and started snoring in a matter of seconds.
"You are so cute!" Toriel exclaimed. She picked up Paolo and began to walk through the Ruins.
They ended up in a cozy little house. Toriel carried Paolo into a bedroom and laid her down.
"Sleep tight little one," she whispered affectionately. She kissed Paolo's forehead, then left the room.
Paolo jerked awake. "What a crazy dream!" She looked around the red-tinted bedroom. "Or maybe I'm still having it." She pinched herself. "Oww! Guess I'm really here." She spotted a piece of pie nearby on a plate on the floor. "Yum!" She reached out and grabbed it. "I'll save it for later." She left the room.
Toriel was in a comfortable- looking recliner chair.
"Mom?"
"Oh, hello Paolo!"
"I want to go home."
"But... This is your home now child."
"I want to know how to leave the Ruins."
Toriel was stammering. "It's dangerous out there. Y-you wouldn't be s-safe."
"I need to go home." Paolo spoke with such authority it was difficult for Toriel to say 'no'.
"I-if you left, they would kill you."
"I am strong. I can get through them."
"You say you are strong. I have no choice but to ask you to prove it." Toriel had a grim expression on her face.
"What?!" Paolo asked, surprised.
"You heard me." Toriel waved a paw and the world turned black. Fireballs glowed behind her.