BironTale: A New Undertale Fanfiction !

by NasranSalleh

Biron was in the mood for adventure; thus his ascent to Mount Ebott began. However, what he would get is more than just an adventure... His body was in freefall for a minute or so, till he found himself below the surface of the Earth: the Underground; home of the species called Monsters. Can Biron make his way home? Will he survive?

4. Chapter 4

I was more that certain, that hours had passed, since I fell to that place.

Hours. Not minutes, not seconds.

Hours.

I sat on a dated wooden chair, looking at the clock which showed that it was 6.00 pm. From there, it appeared to me that the Monsters in the Underground followed a timing style similar to the humans in the surface world.

This is great, I felt. No need to change anything, then.

Toriel safely transported me, and herself, back to her home. From afar, I could see it was a wonderful house, of clay and wattles made; a pleasant sight for my then young eyes.

Since the pavements were mostly purple in the Ruins, I anticipated purple floors in Toriel's home, but was surprised when I got in to see the tiles were light brown. It reminded me of my own home.

Toriel stood beside me, her hands rested between her hips. "Do you smell that?"

Indeed; I smelled something delightful.

"It's cinnamon-butterscotch pie!" Toriel uttered, while her increasingly familiar facial expression showed. "I baked it just for you, my child."

I was out of words. "Tha…thanks," was all I could manage.

"However, before that, I want you to follow me."

I did as ordered, and after a while we reached a door.

"This, is your room. It is not much, but I hope you like it, dear."

She pet my head. Then, she retreated to the kitchen, presumably to prepare the butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I love pie.

I did not know why, but I felt the love of a mother from her touch.

While she was occupied with the food, I went inside the room to take a nap in the small but comfortable bed. I was reasonably tired; too tired to continue on my way out.

So far, it was not too bad.

I woke up the next day, sometime around 6.00 a.m. in the morning. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was, unsurprisingly, the ceiling, but I received the smell from the day before. Apparently, Toriel sent a slice of her special pie on the floor of my room.

Toriel opened the door. "Greetings, my child."

I yawned like the child I was. "Greetings, Mom."

Mom. I just called her Mom.

Toriel's eyes widened. She looked shocked. "Did you just call me…Mom?"

She followed it with a giggle. "Very well…You can call me whatever you want, as long as it satisfies you."

She pet and kissed my forehead before leaving.

Strange it was, but she warmed my heart. And that she prepared a slice of pie with love touched me. It felt like home, except that it is many feet under the surface.