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UPDATED: Improvements on the dialog, and a lot more stuff has been squeezed in. I hope its a good improvement?
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
-Memories-
'Chara/Frisk Inner Speech'
*Notes*
ARC 2: Frisk
Chapter 7: Home
(Nyeh heh heh!)
"Alright, I'm going to grillby's." Sans says, heading towards the door while Papyrus puts the dishes in the abnormally tall sink.
"AHEM." Papyrus clears his non existent throat, turning around to face Sans and tapping his foot.
"PLEASE TELL ME YOU MEAN 'ANOTHER' GRILLBY, AND NOT THAT GREASE FACTORY DOWN THE ROAD." Papyrus says, making a disgusted face.
Sans just shrugs.
"What can I say? Its my bone away from home." sans winks, and papyrus rubs the bridge of his non existent nose.
"FFFINE... BUT WE HAVE A JOB TO DO, SANS! SO I BETTER SEE YOU AT YOUR POST WHEN I GET OVER THERE! AND NO SLEEPING ON THE JOB, EITHER!" Papyrus yells, pointing his gloved finger at Sans accusingly, while Sans just chuckles.
"Alright, bro. just give me a femur minutes, and I'll be there." Sans winks again, making papyrus glare at him, but Sans notes how he is smiling.
"CAN YOU STOP THOSE HORRENDOUS PUNS?! ITS BEEN NON STOP SINCE THIS MORNING!" Papyrus yells with false exasperation.
"Come on, bro, you're smiling." Sans points out, making papyrus try real hard to get rid of his grin.
He fails.
"I AM! AND! I HATE IT! SO STOP!" Papyrus yells, his grin twitching while his eye sockets stay furious.
"Alright, I'll stop.. don't lose your skull over it." Sans shrugs again, grinning widely before walking out of the house.
Inside, he hears Papyrus scream 'SAAAAANNNS!' chuckling while making his way to Grillby's...
(Stop the music)
Void.
Empty darkness as far as the eye can see.
in the center of this immense darkness, is a being.
a being that is no where, but everywhere.
That never existed, but always existed.
A being that, once upon a time, was not so.
It waits patiently, watching its handy work unfold in front of it, hoping it did the right thing.
"No, it was the correct choice." it concluded, phasing out of existence, just to appear again a few miles away.
Or was it parsecs?
He doesn't remember, nothing changes in the void.
Its always empty, always nothing.
But at the same time, everything.
The crack above its right eye suddenly expands greatly, phasing through itself, before shrinking down to normal size once again, causing the being to grab its head in an effort to ease the rush of pain.
"Almost done." It repeats, over and over again for what felt like centuries.
When was almost?
It didn't matter.
(Sans theme)
Sans is sitting on a stool, picking at his teeth with a tooth pick after finishing his burg and fries, just relaxing in the calm atmosphere of the bar, with a ketchup bottle in his other hand.
Grillby walks by, looking over the other patrons before taking the dishes back through the fire door to clean them.
"-So, I tried to make out with it." A fish monster says, continuing his story that Sans wasn't really paying attention to, sitting down a few stools away glumly.
"And? What happened?" A red bird monster says, leaning back against the bar counter.
"It, uh, didn't work out like I thought it would... So, from personal experience, if I have ANY advice for dating, it's that you never try to get close to a cactus. Unless you are immune to prickling, and or are covered in armor like those Royal guard guys... So, I decided to now move on, and try my luck with a 'fish'. You know, like they say; there are a lot of fish in the sea. Well, I'm gonna see if that's true. I even cast my line out and everything." The red bird makes a noise similar to a snort.
"Well, pal, I hope it works out for ya... And that reminds me, hey Grillbz!" The bird yells at Grillby as he exits the fire door, which causes him to turn swiftly towards the bird.
"... Yes?" Grillby responds, his voice like a the flames he is made up of, a sound that reminds one of a voice in the wind.
"How late are you staying open for the day? That old hoot kicked me out again, saying stuff like 'Get a job!' or somethin' like that, can you believe it? I mean, me? Workin'? If anything, I can give Sans a run for his money with being lazy." The bird let out a chuckle very much like quacking.
"... Well, she is right if you think about it... It might be time to get some work, Right?" Grillby leans his elbows on the counter, pushing up his spectacles, and the red bird suddenly finds the ground very interesting.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just hard, ya know? Not many jobs are up for the taking, and the ones that are I would either be fired from instantly, or die of boredom. It's tough." He rubs the side of his head with a feathered wing, glancing at the entrance to Grillby's bar, before looking back up at Grillby.
"... How do you feel about working at the saw mill? I heard they were hiring able bodies after that tree monster incident... And that a lot of spots opened up... Might be something to look into, if you want." Grillby stands up straight, before grabbing a glass cup to begin cleaning it.
Again.
"... Ya know what? That actually doesn't sound like a death-by-boredom job, so why not? its easy enough, right? Just sitting down, periodically pulling on a lever, waiting for logs to be cut. And there'll be no way I'll fall asleep with all the racket going on. Maybe I'll look into it, thanks, uh, Grillbz." The bird uses its wing to give a mock salute, before letting it hang loosely by his side.
"... Anytime." Grillby turns to Sans, who seems to be staring blankly at a half empty ketchup bottle with a solemn expression.
(It's Raining Somewhere Else)
He leans on the counter in front of him, but Sans doesn't seem to notice him. '... Odd...'
"... Hey, are you feeling okay, Sans?" Sans looks up at him, expression unreadable for a few seconds, before it changes to his usual lazy grin.
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine, Grillby. Papyrus' masterpiece of the day involved using water from around Undyne's house, said something about it being 'What real Master Chef's use'. It wasn't half bad, maybe in a year he'll make something edible." Sans says, and Grillby raises an eyebrow, about to say something before Sans continues.
"But, I didn't have the stomach for it, so I'm just trying to ketch-up on some lunch." Sans says with a wink while waving the ketchup bottle around, which Grillby responds by tilting his head making his spectacles slide down his flame nose, before giving Sans a look.
"... Sans, I know something is wrong. You only ever call me Grillby, and not 'Grillbz' when something is... So, I want to help with whatever it is that's bothering you, Sans." Sans looks away, his pupils disappearing for a second, before they quickly return, and he faces Grillby once again.
"Yeah, I know. But don't get burned out worrying about me, 'kay? After all, you are the light of my life." Grillby straightens up, giving Sans an understanding look.
"... I'll be here when you're ready." Is all Grillby says, before turning around and taking an order from a Hamster monster in a leather jacket.
Sans turns back to the ketchup bottle, staring at it for a few seconds, before looking back up at Grillby, then the exit, then at the bottle once more.
He downs the rest of it before hopping off his stool, and heading towards the door.
"Grillby, you can put it on my tab, I gotta go do something." Grillby nods, though Sans doesn't see it.
(Stop the music)
As soon as Sans steps outside, he teleports to the ruins door. 'Alright, they should be coming out around this time. I should be ready just in case things head south...'
He begins waiting for them to arrive, hiding in the tree line so as not to be spotted...
...
3 hours pass, and nothing happens. 'What's taking them so long?'
"SANS! SANS? ARE YOU SLEEPING ON THE JOB AGAIN?! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT DOING THAT!" He hears Papyrus yell from where his post is. 'damn it.'
(Bonetrousle)
He swiftly teleports to behind his post with his perma-grin, and walks out to see his brother peeking inside while making disgusted noises.
Probably from all the condiment bottles.
"I STILL DON'T SEE HOW- OH! THERE YOU ARE! WHERE WERE YOU?" Papyrus asks, placing his hands on his hips.
"Oh, you know, just stretching out." Papyrus narrows his eye sockets, about to question from what.
"Yup, I always stretch after a good nap." Papyrus face palms.
"I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS THE REASON... HOWEVER! I CAME HERE TO ASK IF YOU HAVE SPOTTED A HUMAN! I FEEL LIKE ONE MIGHT SHOW UP AT ANY MOMENT NOW, SO WE HAVE TO BE READY! THEN I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! THEN! THEN. THEN? UM..." Papyrus looks off down the path towards the ruins, his cape fluttering in the wind behind him, and he has a strange expression on his face.
This confuses Sans.
"Hey, uh, you were saying about the Royal Guard?" Sans asks, shrugging when Papyrus turns to him.
Silence reigns supreme for a few seconds, and sweat begins forming on the back of Sans skull, as this has never happened before. 'What the hell is happening right now.'
"...RIGHT, THE ROYAL GUARD. THAT'S RIGHT!" Papyrus' expression takes a sharp turn, almost startling Sans.
"THEN! I WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! I WILL- OKAY, WHAT IS THIS FEELING?" papyrus asks, looking back down the path, making Sans follow his line of sight.
There's nothing.
(Stop the music)
"I don't know, bro. What does it feel like?" Sans asks, glancing over at his brother.
"I AM UNSURE! I NEVER QUITE FELT SOMETHING LIKE THIS BEFORE! IT REMINDS ME OF MY FABLED 'BLUE ATTACK', ONLY MUCH MORE SUBTLE.. THAN AGAIN, WHO WOULD BE ABLE TO BEST ME, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AT MY OWN GAME? VERY FEW! PROBABLY.." He gives a look as if in deep thought for a second, before brightening up once more for no apparent reason.
Sans is uncomfortable.
"That... Doesn't seem right." Sans focuses back down the path, his right eye gleaming a dim yellow, opposite to Papyrus.
Even with his sight enhanced by magic, he still doesn't detect anything.
And that's what bothers him the most.
"I KNOW, RIGHT? IT IS VERY BIZARRE, DO YOU FEEL IT AS WELL?" Papyrus asks, curiosity evident in his voice.
"No, I don't.. Uh.. Where did you say it was coming from, exactly?" Sans shifts on his feet, grin twitching slightly. 'Whoever is missing with Paps, is going to have one hell of a bad time.'
"HMM.. THAT WAY! WAIT, NO.. THAT WAY! MAYBE? THIS WAY? NO, ITS DEFINITELY THAT WAY! PRECISELY!" Papyrus says, shifting his finger a few degrees every time, before settling on a spot with barely any difference from the others. 'Well, I did ask exactly..'
"Alright, thanks bro. I'll, uh, go check it out, while you wait here. Wouldn't want a human to slip by, right?" Sans offers, and Papyrus scratches his chin.
"HMM.. WELL, I'M NOT SURE IF YOU WILL FIND WHATEVER IT IS.. BUT THAN AGAIN, A HUMAN IS MUCH MORE IMPORTANT! HOW CAN I CALL MYSELF A ROYAL GUARD, IF I DON'T EVEN TRY TO CAPTURE A HUMAN? ALRIGHT, SANS! YOU SCOUT ONWARD TO FIND THE... 'THING', AND I WILL STAY ON THE LOOK OUT IF A HUMAN PASSES BY! A FLAWLESS PLAN, IF I SAY SO MYSELF! AND I SAY SO! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus boasts proudly, striking a pose of heroism, while Sans just idly admires him. 'my bro is so cool..'
"Ok, I won't take tomb long." Papyrus breaks his pose to glare at Sans disapprovingly, while Sans winks.
"SANS, THAT WAS YOUR WORST ONE YET!" Papyrus accuses.
"You're right, I need to think of some new material, because these are just getting rib-etitive." Papyrus' eyes bug out.
"AHHH! ENOUGH! I'M GOING TO MY POST!" Papyrus storms off, though Sans knows he's grinning. 'can't fight it forever, bro.'
"Alright.. time to see what the hell is going on.." Sans sighs, before heading the direction Papyrus pointed to.
(Snowy Genocide theme)
his tracks end just before the lamp, and he appears in the forest.
He starts taking a stroll, looking around for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary, and preparing for the worse.
After a few minutes of diddly squat, he lets out a huff. 'Maybe it was nothing.. But then why would he..?'
Sans walks around an abnormally tight cluster of trees, which he knows the river is on the other si-
(Stop the music)
Sans stops once he reaches the other side of the cluster.
(Another Medium Genocide)
There's a door he never seen before, grayed out, but otherwise looked fairly new.
The odd part about it, was that it lead nowhere.
it was just sitting there, where you could freely visit both sides without going through it. 'What.'
Sans walks up to the large door, looking it over again with a closer inspection.
It looks just like a normal steel plate door, but with no hinges or doorknob. 'Maybe its just a hunk of metal, and not actually a door?'
Sans tests this theory by pressing his hand against it, to see if it'll open.
But as soon as he touches the door, memories flood his skull.
.
-"Sans! You're going to be okay, I can... I can fix this!" Sans hears a shaky voice call to him, and when he opens his eyes, he saw the Royal Scientist by his side, looming over him with a panicked expression.
Odd.
He can't feel anything.
Sans looks down at his body, and realizes he is slowly turning to dust, and that a large steel beam has penetrated his rib cage. 'oh..'
"You're going to be alright! You're.. You.." The scientist eyes widen as the dusting process quickly picks up speed, while Sans looks around the room in a daze.
Everything is on fire, the turbines that were overloading are now combusted into fire spewing mechanical abominations, and that the ceiling was collapsing.
The ceiling was collapsing...
"Ga.. er.. The.. Ceiling.." Sans says, his voice failing him more by the second, but the message got though.
The royal scientist's eyes go dark, and he raises his hand, a deep violet colored aura surrounding it, before spreading out to the rest of the room.
Everything stops.
"Sans.. I'll save you.. I.. I promise.." The scientist says, tears threatening to escape his eyes as his voice cracks.
"... Dad.." Is all Sans manages to say, before the dusting process finishes, and everything goes dark.-
.
Sans falls back into the snow, backing away from the door while taking in generous amounts of air in deep, quick breaths.
"What.. What was th-that." Sans thinks out loud, trying to process what this door is, and where it came from.
After a few more seconds, Sans gets back up on his feet, dusting his pants off before warily approaching the door again.
"Alright.. that was.. Definitely something. Wow." Sans wipes his hand over his scalp, his pupils darting across the details of the door.
He feels like he knows the door, but whenever he tries to pinpoint to where he seen it before, everything gets fuzzy, and his head starts to hurt.
He takes in a deep breath, before reaching for the door again.
He touches it.
(Switch the music to Gaster's theme)
.
-Sans reaches the door to the west turbine room, and teleports inside.-
.
Suddenly, he knows where he seen the door before, and he locks up, frozen in place with empty eye sockets.
Slowly, gingerly, he opens the door, and peers into a gray room with a smiling figure inside, which makes Sans eye sockets widen, and his grin to disappear.
"... G-Gaster.." The two figures stare at each other, neither moving an inch...
(Stop the music)
(Respite)
-There is a long dark corridor, with peeling wall paper on both sides, and moldy wood under every layer.
Down this corridor, there are cracked and splintered doors on either side along the way, the numbers for them long since been worn to near nothingness by the passage of time and abuse.
Inside this seemingly endless hallway, is a human child, asleep on the coarse carpet.
Or, they appear to be asleep from any passerby's.
They are actually just laying motionless by the side of the wall, not wanting to get in anyone's way, or cause trouble for themselves or others, but are to afraid to sleep.
A few rooms down the hall a door creaks open, followed by a slam, making them flinch by the sudden loudness.
The sounds of voices approaching makes them anxious, so they shrink in on themselves some more, hoping they go unnoticed by whoever they are.
"Is... Is that a child?" A woman's voice said, full of question and curiosity.
They turn away from the voice ever so slightly, fearful of what they would do.
And what they're capable of doing.
"Yeah? And? It's probably just waiting for its parents. Come on, we have a meeting at 8', we can't be late again." A mans voice said, impatient, firm, and they noted how they were called an 'it'.
They felt like they wanted to cry, to just finally release the pain, but they knew they no longer could.
They already cried enough for today, anyways.
"Well, just in case." They feel her presence come closer to them as she kneels beside them, and they force themselves not to jerk away when they feel something being pushed under their right arm.
"Lucy." The man says, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Come on, Mike. What happened to that charitable spirit you always had?" Lucy asked in wry amusement, standing up from them, and dusting off.
"It died when our credit did. I mean, we can't keep doing this! Pretty soon we'll be joining them if you keep this up, then what are we going to do? At least figure out if they need it or not." The man sounds exasperated.
"Oh please, Micheal." They hear Lucy say sternly, as their voices seem to drift further away as they continue walking on, "You worry too much for something like this. If it makes you happy, after this we can g... th.. tter.." Their voices disappear in the distance, leaving them alone once again on the bland carpet.
They finally open their eyes, looking down the hall where the voices went, and saw that it was empty now, aside from the occasional piece of trash or rat that scurried across the floor inter numerous holes in the walls.
Curious, they reach between their right arm to get whatever it was she gave them, gulping in anticipation to what they'll find.
Its a 20 dollar bill, and they just stare at it for what seems like hours, disbelief in their eyes.
Their brows knit together, and they bite their bottom lip while making a deep frown, trying not to cry again.
This was the last time they'll receive any kindness from the surface...
"Hey." They look up to see another kid sitting across from them, they have light brown hair, and a green and yellow striped shirt, with red eyes.
They look moody.
"Can you stop with all of this mushy stuff? Its getting very annoying." The kid stands up, dusting their shorts off, and looking off down the hall towards where the voices went, glaring.
"Sooo Sappy, its gonna make me barf. So just wake up already, and get on with it, sheesh." The kid walks down the hall, before opening one of the doors randomly, and clicking their tongue.
"Empty void? Seriously? You are not very creative at all, are you?" The kid shuts the door with a resounding slam, and their vision blurs...
When they can focus again, the kid is gone. 'Who was that?'
The world around them shifts, before slowly turning to darkness...-
(Switch to Goodnight)
They let out a groan, shifting and stretching on top of something soft. '..Did I die again?'
They peel their eyes open slowly, blinking away the dreariness and eye crust from sleep.
They see that they are in a nice cozy room, on a nice cozy bed, with a soft warm blanket draped over them. 'I guess not.. Then who would've..'
Their eyes widen in realization to who it was. 'Toriel!'
They start to get up off the bed, wanting to find her to make sure she is alright.
But when they try, they can't. 'What?'
They look down the bed, where they see Toriel sleeping over them, her arms wrapping around their form protectively.
She looks tired, so they don't want to wake her up if they can help it.
They try to pull their legs slowly out from under her, when a sudden sharp pain shoots through them, making them cringe. 'Ow, what the?'
They slowly and carefully pull the covers off one of their legs, to see what hurt.
They see that their leg is covered in bandages, with a few red splotches indicating that blood has seeped through the layered fabric, and they notice that the same bandages are on their arms, with one large one around their chest area, also with a few red splotches. 'Why do I have bandages?'
They slowly lay back down on the bed, closing their eyes before trying to recall anything they can...
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-They have their eyes sealed shut, their arms holding tightly for dear life on Toriel's robes as she runs through the ruins back to Home, deactivating the puzzles swiftly by using her flames on magical sensors.
Close by, they hear Flowey scream and hiss at them, calling out to them, as they hear whistles of things flying by around their head, followed by the sounds of whips and slams of something organic against stone.
They're scared, they're so scared that all they can do is hold on tighter, and try to make themselves smaller, like they always had done before when a problem arises.
A roar of flame erupts around them, so close that they can feel the intense heat radiating off it, making them shy away from it and hiding themselves deeper into her robes, until the heat disappears with a breeze after being sent off towards their target.
Then they feel something wrap around their legs, something that has sharp protrusions sticking out of it, tearing at their legs as it tugs, trying to drag them away from safety.
To drag them away from their only hope.
They scream, trying desperately to kick away the vines grabbing them, but it only makes the thorns dig deeper, making their eyes well up with tears.
They hear Toriel gasp, and her hold on them tightens intensely, as they feel themselves being swung around so that they are facing away from the vines.
"Release this child, creature!" They hear her yell, as the flames return once again, followed by loud crackling and snapping, making the thorned vines around their legs go slack before they completely fall off of them.
They're so scared, afraid of what will happen if Toriel fails, afraid of what will happen once Flowey has them again, that they start hyperventilating.
The last thing they heard was Toriel calling out their name, before they fainted...-
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"That's right... Flowey." They mumble to themselves.
The sheets shift on the bed, and they look down at Toriel's form.
She is slowly moving over on the bed, turning herself around to face them while letting out a moan, though her eyes are still closed, showing she is still asleep.
They see that she has a large cut on her left cheek, and her robes are worn with scratches and tears, from what looks like a fierce battle.
A memory of theirs resurfaces.
.
-"Y... you... really hate me that much? Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you here. Not you..." Toriel smiles grimly at them, a smile one wouldn't want to see on someone such as her.
"But them!" She falls on one knee, holding a hand to her chest while grimacing, knowing soon it'll be over.
"H a . . . H a . . ." She pants, before turning to dust, leaving her soul visible from where she was before, floating shakily for a few seconds.
Until it shatters...-
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Remembering such a memory, filled them with a deep sense of remorse.
New tears begin to run down their cheeks as they wrap their arms around her, hugging her tightly like she would disappear if they were to let go.
Toriel wakes up with a start by the sudden action, and all she saw was a purple and pink striped sweater pressed against her, shaking slightly as they begin to sob.
"M-my child?" She asks, worry clear in her voice as she tries to get a look at their face.
They just tighten their grip around her, leaning more into her so that their face presses against the side of her head.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Frisk begins grovelling, repeating apologies like its all they know in a shaky voice.
Toriel is confused, wondering why they are apologizing as she slowly sits up while they cling to her, before re-positioning them to a more comfortable state.
"Oh, my child, why are you apologizing?" Toriel asks sweetly, while frisk continues to hug her, sitting on her lap now.
"Th-this I-is my f-fault, its my f-fault you got... y-you got." Toriel glances to the cuts on her robe and chuckles lightly, before wrapping her arms around them in a soft embrace.
"What makes you think that, my child? Don't blame yourself for what happened, you didn't have any control over it. So please, don't be sad." Toriel smiles down at them, gently stroking their hair back to see their teary and red face.
"B-but I-I.." Toriel Shushes them, rubbing their back in small circles slowly as they hiccup a few times between sobs.
After they calm down some, she pulls away, and smiles brightly down at them.
"Now, I don't think I properly introduced myself before that flower... Well anyways, my name is Toriel, I am the caretaker here at the ruins. I pass by where I found you every day to see if anyone has fallen down, and I'm glad I did. If I didn't show up, then.." Toriel glances around the room, almost like she expected something, or someone, to show up, before returning her soft gaze towards them.
(Switch to Home)
"Ah! That reminds me! Those bandages must be quite uncomfortable, are they not? Here." Toriel wraps her arms around them, and a green aura envelop's them both, removing their wounds. 'Woah..'
"I apologize for not doing that earlier, my child. I was just... a tad tired. I hope it wasn't too bad?" She asks, her eyes showing concern, and they shake their head with a small smile on their lips, causing her to smile back with a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness. Now, I'm.. sorry, I didn't have time to prepare.. um.. That reminds me, I meant to ask you something. Which would you prefer? Butterscotch, Or cinnamon? It.. was going to be a surprise, but.." Toriel lets out a sigh, smiling sadly at them.
"Well, it doesn't matter, I guess." They look up at her, their sky blue eyes peering into her red garnet ones, which seems to answer an unspoken question to them.
"I... I like both equally." They respond, making Toriel smile fondly at them.
"Alright, my child. I'll go prepare the pie, and you can continue to rest he..." Toriel's smile disappears as she glances around the room, spotting a few cracks large enough for a tiny flower in the floorboards and walls, leading to unknown darkness.
"... On second thought, how about you come with me, my child? I can even teach you how to bake, does that sound fun to you?" Toriel asks, and they glance around the room as well, spotting the crevices as well, before nodding slowly.
"Okay." They say in a quiet whisper, before getting up off her lap so she can help them remove the bandages.
(Stop the music)
Afterwards, they begin walking with her out of the room, and closing the door behind them.
They walk down the corridor, through the living room, and into the kitchen while Toriel keeps a sharp eye out for anything suspicious.
"Alright... Are you ready, my child?" Frisk nods while beaming, determined to learn how to bake a pie with Toriel.
**BAKING... START!**.
(Dating Start!)
"Alright, then! I'll need you to get some Milk, a Can of Heavy Cream, Eggs, and some Butter. I'll get the other ingredients." Toriel said, opening up a few cabinets to get the other ingredients.
Frisk opens the fridge door, and they see an assortment of items inside, ranging from Snails to vegetoid vegetables.
Frisk opens the bottom drawer, where they find a gray carton with large bumps all across the top side.
*You found the Eggs.
They look over a pitcher of Spider Cider on the top shelf to see a jug of milk.
*You found the Milk.
They then look on the fridge door's shelves, where they find a white can nestled between two jars of Snails on the bottom shelf.
*You found the Heavy Cream.
Lastly, they search for the butter, where they find it in a drawer on the top shelf of the door.
*You found the Butter.
Frisk takes the items back to Toriel, and sets them next to the other ingredients on the counter, while Toriel smiles fondly at them.
"You are very good! Now first, we should make the crust! I have some dough already made, so all we have to do is flatten it out into a nice thin layer, about as thick as a ruler. Are you ready, my child?" Toriel asks, and they nod vigorously, and Toriel hands them a rolling pin.
"Alright, just do what I do, and you'll be fine!" Toriel says, rolling out another layer of dough with expertise pacing.
*Press Up and Down to roll the dough, and remember to keep a rhythm!
Frisk matches her pace perfectly, causing Toriel to beam at them.
"Very good, my child! That is just the right thickness." Toriel takes the dough, and presses it into a pie pan evenly.
"Now, onto the mixing! here, I'll put in the other ingredients, as they'll need to be measured. But, I'll need nine eggs cracked, think you can handle it?." Toriel says, Putting half a cup of brown sugar in the bowl while Frisk nods, before taking out the required amount of eggs.
*How will you crack the eggs?
Smash them | Gently crack them*
*You gently crack the eggs, creating just a large enough hole to get the contents out. Toriel is pleased.
"Excellent! Or should I say, Egg-cellent? Hahaha." Toriel lets out a soft chortle, while Frisk just smiles widely at the pun.
"Now I'll just take the yolks.. Okay, now to begin mixing these together, but I'll need the others poured in as I whisk. Are you ready, my child?"
"Yes!" Frisk says with enthusiasm, which makes Toriel laughs good naturedly.
"Haha, alright. Just toss in the corn starch and cinnamon I have measured, and I'll mix them in." Toriel says, as she begins stirring the bowl.
*Press [C] and [C] respectively to dump the Corn Starch and Cinnamon in the mix.
Frisk
"Alright, now it's time to brown the butter. Here, turn up the heat, but not too much. I'll tell you when its high enough." Toriel says, gesturing to the stoves nob.
*Hold [RIGHT] to turn up the heat!
Frisk turns the nob about 3 quarters, then stops once the flame looks large enough to them.
"Very good! You didn't even need my help! I'll make a baker out of you yet! Hehe." Toriel giggles, and Frisk beams at the praise, getting a warm feeling inside. 'Is this what it feels like to have a... Mom?'
After a short moment, the Butter stops bubbling, and only a brown residue is left at the bottom.
"Alright, now onto the next step. Lets boil some Heavy Cream and Milk together." Toriel says, taking the butter off the stove, and placing another pot onto the stove before filling it with Milk and Heavy Cream.
"Now, I'll set it to 250 degrees, when you see it start to steam and slightly boil, take it off the heat. That just means its done." Toriel explains happily, and Frisk nods, staring Intensely at the mixture.
*The pot is getting really hot.
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*You see a few wisps of steam, or did you?
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*You see steam rising off it, with small bubbles forming on the edge.
*You take the pot off the heat carefully. Its just right!
"Have you cooked before, my child? You're doing very well! Now, lets boil the rest of the brown sugar and water together. We'll have to be careful not to let it exceed 240 degrees, and be at least 235 degrees. Tricky, right? Well, no need to worry! Just make sure to keep whisking it, and I'll make sure it doesn't go over the correct temperature." Toriel pours the rest of the water and brown sugar in the pot, before turning the heat on.
*Press [Z] repeatedly to whisk!
Frisk whisks the mixture, steadily getting slower as the concoction gets thicker and thicker, until the candy thermometer reached the soft spot.
"Great work! None of it got burnt, so none was wasted! I'm very proud of you, my child." Toriel praises, while Frisk has their lips pursed, their face suddenly getting really warm.
It was a new feeling to them, to have someone say they are 'proud' of you.
It made them happy.
"Now, it is time to mix them together! I'll take care of the whisking this time, while you can pour the ingredients in." They nod without hesitation, happy that they can be of help.
*Press [LEFT] and [RIGHT] to tilt the pot, but be careful not to drop it!
"Now first, lets mix in the browned butter." Toriel says, as she begins stirring the large pot.
Frisk gently pours in the melted butter, making sure nothing splash, until the pot was empty.
"Good, now its time to mix in the heated milk and heavy cream, just make sure you pour very slowly. We wouldn't want chunks in our pie, but rather chunks of pie!" Toriel gave a soft chortle, while Frisk just shook their head while smiling.
*Press [LEFT[ and [RIGHT] to tilt the pot, just don't cross the line!
Frisk very carefully pours a steady stream of the mix into the pot, while Toriel whisks it in with the others, until the hot ingredients are thoroughly mixed.
"Good, we are almost done! Now we just mix them together! But first, we have to temper them." Toriel says, grabbing the the bowl that was set aside.
"Temper.. What does that mean?" Frisk asks, a confused expression on their face.
Toriel just smiles back.
"Basically, we are trying to get the two mixes closer in temperature to each other, my child. And to do that, we'll need to pour some of the hot mixture into the cold, otherwise the eggs in the first mixture will scramble, and ruin the filling." Toriel explains in a sweet voice, pouring about half of the hot mixture into the other, and stirring it until its all one color and temperature.
"Alright, that should do it. Now we mix them together completely." Toriel hands them the stirring spoon, while she carefully prepares to start pouring the cool mixture into the hot.
Frisk whisks and stirs the mixtures together, then continues to whisk as it begins to thicken up.
After a bit, Toriel turns off the heat, and Frisk lets go of the spoon, twisting their wrist around while rubbing it to ease the cramps.
Who knew baking was so much work?
"Good job! You didn't let a single chunk form, I'm impressed! Now to fill in the pie crust." Toriel pours the finished product into the molded pie crust, before taking the layer she rolled out and gently fitting it on top, cutting 3 lines in it to vent.
Toriel then takes the pie and sets it into the oven gently, closing it to trap the heat inside, before turning to Frisk with a wide smile.
**BAKING FINISHED!**
(Stop the music)
(Reunited)
"Now we'll have to let it bake for about 30 minutes.. How about we read a book while we wait?" They nod, taking her hand and walking out into the living room, before looking over the book shelf for anything interesting.
They settle for a book about the many different types of monsters, as they had to admit, have always been curious about.
"Ah, I see! Of course, you must be curious about the many diverse monsters that live down here, I'm sure. I'll be glad to teach you about them, my child!" She says happily, before sitting down in the armchair and patting her lap for them, which they happily oblige.
"Now lets see here..." She opens the book to the first page, and its about Boss Monsters.
She puts on her reading glasses, and then reads the first paragraph.
"Boss Monsters. A specific type of monster that their souls, unlike other monsters, can last outside of their body if they were to perish, if only for a few seconds. They are the only type of monster known to do so, and as such are usually treated with respect from the other monsters." She is about to start reading the next paragraph about Boss Monsters, but then Frisk Interrupts her.
"Are you a boss monster?" They ask with child like curiosity, and she smiles down at them.
"Why yes, my child, I am a boss monster. One of very few in fact. Why do you ask?" She asks sweetly, making them gulp.
-A sudden flash of her soul cracking in front of them, as they try to scream out her name.
But nothing happens...-
"N-No reason, Mom." They instantly wince, looking up at her shocked expression. 'Oh no, what did I do? She's gonna, I'll be...'
"M-My child. Did you just call me.. 'Mom'?" Toriel asks, bewildered.
"I-I m-mean, um.." They stutter, wringing the hem of their shirt tightly, looking away like the did something shameful. 'Why did I say that? She's going to hate me... I'm such an idiot. I-'
"... Would that make you happy? To call me... 'Mother'?" They freeze, peering up at her with their sky blue eyes, a small bit of hope residing inside.
They nod slowly, and she smiles brightly at them, a nostalgic look in her eyes.
"Well then, call me whatever you like, my child." They gasp, staring widely at her for a few seconds in silence while their jaw hangs slack.
Then a small quivering smile graces their lips, and their eyes start to well up with tears as they wrap their arms around her tightly, with that unfamiliar warm feeling starting to fill them up when she returns the hug.
"O-Okay, Mom!" They sniffle, snuggling closer to her and watching her hand as she traces her finger over every word she reads, so that they can read along with her.
After a while, they feel the approaching urge to sleep, however much they don't want to. 'Not yet, just a little longer.. Please..'
They fall asleep on her lap shortly after...
Yeah, finally got the chapter finished, and wowie its a long one! I mean, breaking 7,000 words? This is twice as long as half the other chapters! So in its own way, its like I updated another chapter! At least, a chapter's worth of content, just not story progression..
Hmm..
Also, all the songs used here were from the original ost, no remixes here. Figured I used too much of them before.. But, maybe I'll add some in the next chapter, depending on what you guys want.
Till then!