Chapter 4


Isaac stared nervously as he sat on the counter next to the sink in the kitchen. The goat woman was busy cleaning his dirt and blood covered body with a sponge and a bucket of warm soapy water. He winced as she pressed the sponge against his wounded feet.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" Toriel asked, her voice thick with worry.

Issac shook his head and averted his eyes. Despite how warm and nice sounding Toriel was, Issac still didn't quite trust her.
He only knew of one goat that could walk on two feet...and he was not to be trusted...ever! On top of that, every monster he had encountered had tried to kill him. Why would she be any different? What was keeping her from trying to snap is little neck like a tooth pick?

"I understand that you don't trust me," Toriel stated as if she had read his mind. "But you are safe now..."

Isaac whimpered as the soap stung his wounds again, prompting another worried gasp from Toriel.

"Stay strong, wont you? We are almost done." Toriel said in a calming tone.

Isaac sniffled and wiped his eyes as Toriel gently wrapped bandages around his feet. She then gave his foot a tiny kiss and smiled up at him.

"There you go, that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said in a warm, motherly tone.

Isaac wiggled his toes as he inspected the bandages. His feet still hurt, but not nearly as much as they had before.

Isaac suddenly noticed the child that was accompanying the goat woman standing silently in the door way. He had a blank expression with squinted eyes and wore a striped purple shirt. In his arms was a bundle of clothing. He walked up beside the goat woman and held them up to her.

"Ah, thank you, Frisk," she responded happily as she took the clothing.

Frisk nodded and walked back into the living room. Toriel noticed the puzzled look on Isaac's face and smiled.

"That's Frisk," she stated as she slipped a striped sweater over Isaac's head. "He doesn't talk much. But he is harmless."

Toriel let out a small gasp once she realized she hadn't told the frightened Isaac her name.

"How foolish of me, you've told me your name but I haven't told you mine," she said with an embarrassed giggle. "My name is Toriel."

Isaac shuffled as he bashfully averted his eyes from Toriel's.

"Y-your name is p-pretty..." he nervously stammered as he blushed.

Toriel smiled and gave Isaac a hug. Again, her fuzzy warmth made the poor child want to melt in her arms.

"Thank you, I like your name too, Isaac," she responded sweetly.

Toriel set Isaac on the floor and gently shooed him off into the living room.

"Go play with Frisk," she said in a motherly tone. "I'll bake you something. Do you like butterscotch or cinnamon?"

"I-I like cinnamon...ma'am," Isaac responded, with what looked like the beginning of a smile on his face.

Toriel paused as she thought to herself.

"But...you don't dislike butterscotch...do you?" she asked. "I mean, you wouldn't turn your nose up to it if you found it on your plate, would you?"

Isaac's stomach grumbled; he hadn't eaten anything in what felt like days other than an almost empty bag of dog food. The sound of Isaac's stomach was more than enough of an answer for Toriel.

"Right, thank you for being patient," Toriel responded. "Run along and play with Frisk."


Isaac slowly made his way into the living room. He couldn't move too fast for fear of opening his wounds again.
There waiting for him in the center of the living room was Frisk. Isaac's eyes darted around the room nervously before he gained enough courage to speak.

"Um...hi," he forced out. "T-thanks for saving me..."

Frisk didn't say anything but nodded his head. Frisk's silents was unnerving but not frightening.

"So...the goat lady...is she your mom?" Isaac asked as he sat down in front of Frisk.

Frisk shrugged and nodded as if saying "something like that."

"W-well...she's...she's nice," Isaac responded looking back towards the kitchen.

Frisk remained silent as he looked over Isaac. Something about the child felt very odd, yet familiar at the same time. He had fallen into the ruins just like he had, but Frisk got the feeling that Isaac had been running from something before.

"Don't trust the flower," Frisk stated abruptly.

Isaac's eyes went wide with surprise.

"So you've seen it too?!" he asked with astonishment. "Did it want to kill you too?"

Frisk nodded his head.

"Tried...and failed..." he stated flatly.

Isaac felt slightly relieved to know that he wasn't the only person that always had weird things happen to him, granted that a talking flower wasn't the weirdest thing he had seen. Out of all of the terrifying monsters he encountered in the basement, a talking flower seemed laughable.

Just as Isaac was going to ask if Frisk had any crayons, a heavenly smell greeted his nose. Out of the kitchen walked Toriel with a freshly baked pie.

"The pie is done, children!" Toriel announced in an almost song like voice.

Both Isaac and Frisk sat down at the table while Toriel cut both of them a slice. Drool ran down Isaac's mouth as he eyes the piping hot slice of pie.
Without thinking, Isaac began to wolf down the pie, grabbing piece after piece with his hands. Toriel had a surprised expression while Frisk silently ate his slice.

As Isaac ate, he began to think back to when things were "normal" at his house. He remembered how his mother used to cook his breakfasts.
He remembered how his father was always reading the newspaper with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.
He remembered how his cat Guppy was always asleep on the windowsill in the mornings.
He remembered when his house was a home...when he was happy.

III~SAAAC!

His eyes snapped away from his plate as he heard his name, fear crawling into the back of his mind.

"Isaac...?" Toriel asked as she noticed the child's frightened expression. "Are you alright, child?"

Isaac blinked before realizing that it was Toriel that was speaking and not her.

As he came back to reality, Isaac found that he had eaten more than half of the pie Toriel had prepared. Isaac burped and sank back into his chair.

"Sorry...pie...so good. I was so hungry..." he murmured as he tried to keep his eyelids open.

Toriel giggled as she wiped the crumbs and pie filling off of Isaac's mouth. She had planned on learning more about Isaac, but she could tell that the poor child had been through enough for one day.

"Frisk, its getting late. Perhaps we can ask more of him tomorrow?" Toriel asked as she helped the heavy eyed Isaac onto his feet.

Frisk nodded his head and gave Toriel a hand with Isaac. At least he didn't have to share his toothbrush.


Night had long since fallen within the dark underground. While most of the local monsters were sleeping, one still lurked.

Flowey was busy looking for something to trick and murder. As usual, he had found nothing. He was regretting not killing Isaac when he had the chance.

Now that the child was with Frisk and Toriel, he could never get to him. As Flowey skulked about, he noticed something shimmer in the darkness.

"What is this?" the soulless flower questioned.

The object looked like a little white heart with one half of it missing.

"Some kind of broken...heart...thing?" he asked as he tapped it with his petals.

The moment his petals touched the object, it flashed and disappeared. Flowey reared back in surprise.

"Wh-what was that?" he asked, shaken. "Bah! It's nothing to be worried about-"

Flowey suddenly felt something that he thought he couldn't feel again...a heart beat.

"How...?"


Finally! Got another chapter for you. Wanted it to feel cozy.

Poor little Isaac needs a break, right?

Hope you enjoy it.