Sans and Papyrus walked into the castle. The normally busy atmosphere was very quiet, the monsters seeing exactly what, or rather who they were holding.

As they walked, Phoebe woke up, groaning.

"Shh, kid. Just be quiet for a bit, 'kay?" Sans told them. The kid whimpered, shuffling a little before going silent. "Good, we're almost there, just hang on, buddy." Sans said. They walked into a room and saw a large goat woman with a crown. She turned to them and noticed the human.

"Oh my! Another human!" she cried. The child groaned again, shrinking into the skeletal arms holding them at the new voice. "Hmm...Are you a girl? Or a boy…?" she queried, looking at them.

The small human simply whimpered, a little scared of the large monster. She stared a bit longer, before smiling. "Well, that can be discussed later. How are you two doing? And where did you find this little cutie?" the woman asked.

"We found 'em out in the snow, almost freezing to death. Apparently, wherever they were before, they weren't treated well. According to them, they hadn't eaten a thing in four months," Sans explained. The woman gasped.

"Oh, you poor dear! Who would do such a thing!?" the woman cried.

"WE DON'T KNOW. THEY CAN'T TALK, AND SEEM VERY… SCARED, TO PUT IT LIGHTLY, WHEN WE ASK ABOUT IT," Papyrus told her. The woman frowned.

"Hmm… Well, we can discuss that later as well. I'm Toriel, little one. It's nice to meet you!" the woman, Toriel, said.

"THAT'S… NOT ALL. WE RAN INTO UNDYNE EARLIER AND, WELL…" Papyrus began, before Sans moved his hand, and the battered form of Undyne came in.

"Oh my God! What happened to her!?" Toriel exclaimed.

"She attacked the kid," Sans said. "Kid protected themselves."

"What!? Undyne, is this true!?" Toriel asked, surprised. Undyne said nothing, simply hanging her head, but that was all that Toriel needed. Toriel frowned. "Undyne, how could you?" she asked. Again, Undyne said nothing. Toriel sighed. "Guards, take her away to the dungeons, I'll deal with her later." Toriel called, and two heavily armored guards came in and took the fish woman away. Toriel turned back to the brothers and the child. "So, little one, what is your name?" she asked genially.

"Ph… ph… phoebe." The child managed to croak out, face scrunched up a little, adorably. Toriel smiled wider. "Well, it's nice to meet you, little Phoebe! I'm the Queen here, but you can just call me Toriel, okay?"

The child's face scrunched up. They looked to be trying to say 'Toriel', but the only things that came out was a strange strained noise. "T-or-i-el," she sounded out for them, a smile still on her face.

"T-t-o-oori-el?" The child said, tilting their head.

"Good! Now, say it after me! Toriel!" Toriel beamed.

"T-tooriel… t-orriel… Toriel!" The child finally managed to say, beaming.

"Oh, wonderful job!" Toriel said in delight, clapping her hands.

"Hey, nice job, bucko! You're a natural," Sans congratulated.

"NYEH HEH HEH, FANTASTIC JOB, HUMAN!" Papyrus cried.

The child turned to the two skeletons, seeming eager. "S-s-s-sssns… s-s-saaans…" They started, face scrunching up again.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," Sans said happily, winking at the child.

"OOH, ME NEXT, ME NEXT! SAY MY NAME1" Papyrus said excitedly.

"Paaa...paaap-yroos." The child tried, looking like they were having fun learning something for once after being denied knowledge their whole life.

"Close, try again. It's Papy-rus, got it?" Toriel encouraged.

"Paaaap… paaap… Paapyrus!" The child exclaimed.

"OOOH THEY SAID MY NAME THEY SAID MY NAME!" Papyrus cheered.

"Heh, good job, kiddo," Sans congratulated.

"Indeed, you did very well!" Toriel said with a big smile. "But now, can you tell us if you're a boy, or a girl?"

The child tilted their head, looking confused by the question. Toriel sighed, thinking her question over.

"She's asking if you have dangly bits or not, kid," Sans said bluntly.

"SANS!" Papyrus and Toriel cried, blushing. This seemed to only confuse the child even more so.

"U-Um, what he means, l-little one, is...well...do you...do you have a...thingy, down below, or is it...you know...a...a-another hole?" Toriel said, blushing harder.

The child paused, tilting their head as if thinking. They looked down at their pants, grabbing the hem and looking inside. Those present blushed madly, and yelled.

"DON'T DO THAT IN PUBLIC!" as they covered their faces.

The child quickly set their pants back in place, wincing and whimpering, covering their head, as if expecting the three to suddenly turn hostile. They noticed their error quickly, and rushed over to the child, wrapping them in their arms.

"Sorry kiddo, w-we didn't mean to yell at ya," Sans stuttered.

"I an sorry, my child, it was a mistake," Toriel said.

"DON'T CRY, OKAY?" Papyrus told them.

The child seemed thoroughly confused by all the kindness, tilting their head and shaking a little, but accepting the kindness anyway, simply curling into a ball. They lowered the child back to the ground, sighing in relief.

"Well… that could have gone better," Toriel said lamely.

"Yeah… So… Kid, did ya see what you got?" Sans asked innocently.

"SANS!" Toriel and Papyrus scolded.

"D-d-dangly… a-a-a-aaand… h-h-h-hoole." The child said, their voice sounding better, it seeming to get easier for them to say new words as time went on.

"Hey! You said a full sentence!" Toriel cried. "Wait, you mean you have...both? That's...unusual,"

"Good job, kiddo! I'm proud of ya!" Sans congratulated, ignoring what they had said exactly.

"NYEH HEH HEH, YOU'LL BE TALKING LIKE A MASTER IN NO TIME!" Papyrus said. The moment was interrupted by the child's stomach growling, demanding sustenance.

"He he he, looks like the little one is hungry! Let's get you some food, huh? Here, follow me, my child." Toriel said kindly, taking the child's hand and leading them out. The skeletons followed after them.

Phoebe smiled, leaning into Toriels leg a little as she lead the way to the living room, before gently picking them up and putting them in a seat. She tied a bib around them, before beginning to walk away.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to bake the pie," Toriel said before walking away and into a kitchen. The brothers sat down on either side of the child, waiting eagerly.

"W-w-whut… dis?" The child asked, holding the bib in front of them with confusion on their face.

"That, is a bib. It helps keep you from making a mess of yourself," Sans explained.

"Oh, ok." The small human said, letting it fall onto their chest. They hummed a little, before noticing the cutlery, picking a spoon and fork and banging them together.

"Heh, cute, kid," Sans said, chuckling.

"Now now, enough playing, I brought the pie!" Toriel said, arriving with a golden baked pie, which smelled of cinnamon and butterscotch. She placed it before them, and cut it into pieces, placing one on a plate in front of each of them.

The child put down the fork and spoon, grabbing the pie and stuffing their face, making a mess of themself. Toriel lightly bopped them on the nose, so as to not hurt them, and to get their attention.

"Use these, alright? You don't want to make a mess of yourself, after all," Toriel instructed. Sans and Papyrus were smiling as they watched.

It was a little late for that, because they had pie all over their face and bib, but the child nodded anyway.

"Here, like this," Toriel said, demonstrating. The child tilted their head, before copying Toriel.

Somehow, the child still got messier, to the point they'd need a bath. Toriel sighed.

"Well, guess I'll need to take you into the bath. You've made quite a mess of yourself," Toriel said. She picked Phoebe up and carried them away.

"We'll wait out here, Tori," Sans called. With that, the queen and the child left and walked down a few halls, Before Toriel opened a door and they arrived in a room with a very large bathtub, almost like a pool. The room was full of steam, but it wasn't hot, just a little warm.

"Alright," Toriel said, setting the child down. "Do you need me to help you undress, or can you do it yourself?"

"S-s-self." The child answered, but didn't move to do anything.

"Embarrassed?" Toriel asked, a motherly smile on her face. The child shuffled in place, looking down. "Come now, it's nothing I haven't seen before, no need to be shy."

The child shuffled again, but did as they were told, hesitantly taking their clothes off. The child's form had small scars on it, whipping marks across their back, places where it looks like they were cut on the front, and small burn marks here and there. Toreil gasped.

"My child-I-! How did you get those scars!?" Toriel exclaimed.

"V-v-v-vill… v-v-villagers." Phoebe said, almost too low to hear, starting to sniffle and shake. Toriel shook with rage, clenching her fists, gritting her teeth, but, finally, she leaned down and hugged the small child tightly.

"They won't hurt you… EVER again. No one will, I promise," Toriel vowed.

Phoebe sobbed, hugging her back and crying into her robe, trembling and shaking. Toriel hugged them tighter. Phoebe cried for a bit longer, before it died down to sniffling, and they finally stopped.

"Oh dear, you seem to have gotten me dirty now, too," Toriel said, noting the stains on her robe. "Well, I suppose I'll just bathe with you, my child. Is that alright?"

The child nodded into her, looking up at her and smiling a little. Toriel smiled lightly and disrobed, before picking the child up and stepping into the bath.

The child started splashing the water around, letting out small happy laughs. Toriel noted with a curious look that the child did indeed have both reproductive organs. She simply smiled at this and watched the child for a time, before grabbing some soap.

"Come here, my child, it's time to wash you," she said. The child obeyed, wading over to Toriel and smiling up at her. Toriel started to rub the bar of soap over the child's body, their armpits, their chest, their back, everywhere.

Whenever the large goat monster would touch a scar with the soap, the child would flinch and whimper, though kept themselves from breaking down just yet. They couldn't help a giggle though when Toriel did their armpits. After that, Toriel grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured some into her hand, before scrubbing it into the child's hair.

"You know, my child, you have very beautiful hair," Toriel commented.

"T-t-t-thaaaank y-y-y-yoooou." The child said, smiling up at Toriel.

"You're very welcome. I'm sure that in the future, you'll find someone who loves it more than me," Toriel said with a motherly smile as she scrubbed the shampoo into the child's hair.

Phoebe smiled, leaning back into the monsters gentle hands and humming in happiness at the gentle touch. Toriel smiled as well, finishing up with getting the child all soapy.

"Well, now it's time to wash you," Toriel said, scooping up some water and starting to rinse off the child.

"Fe-feeels, n-niice." Phoebe said, closing their eyes so no water would get in them. Toriel smiled wider, hugging the child to her breast.

"Ohh, you really are adorable," she gushed. The child was confused at what they did to be adorable, but decided it wasn't important, hugging her back and nuzzling her just below her breasts, smiling. Toriel smiled and rubbed the child's back, holding them tighter, before gaining a smirk and throwing the child up into the air, and then catching them. "Who's my little cutie?" she asked.

"M-m-meeee!" The child giggled, smiling. They looked at Toriel, pure admiration in their eyes. Toriel giggled as well, throwing them up again and catching them. The child giggled more. Toriel then hugged them and started to tickle them.

The child squealed, erupting into laughter and squirming, a smile on their face as they did so. The two passed the time like that, playing and laughing and giggling all the while. In time, they got out, and Toriel wrapped them in a towel, before carrying them off to her room. She placed the child down on the massive bed, and went into a dresser, searching for clothes. THe child giggled as they tried to sneak away, playing a game, but Toriel simply smirked and scooped them up.

"Ah ah ah, we can't have you running around naked, after all!" Toriel scolded playfully.

"A-alright." Phoebe said, giggling and smiling. The child suddenly let out a yawn, blinking their visible eye tiredly. Toriel smiled.

"Is my little one tired?" she asked sweetly. Not up to arguing, the small child simply nodded sleepily. "Alright, let me find you some pajama and we can get you some sleep." Toriel said, setting the child back down on the bed. She then rummaged through the dresser again, before pulling out a set of footie pajamas with stars on them. She pulled them onto the child, and then tucked them into the bed, kissing their forehead.

"Goodnight, my child," she said softly, before starting to walk away.

"N-nigh nigh… mommy." Phoebe said sleepily, closing their eyes. Toriel's eyes widened, realizing what they said, before slowly smiling widely and walking outside.