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The first thing the Frisk saw after walking through the door was a big black tree, surrounded by red leaves.

" This tree is where all of the leaves must have come from." Frisk though aloud

Frisk then heard a voice. It was Toriel, talking to herself.

" Oh dear. That took longer than I thought." the goat monseter muttered to herself " I should probably call the child to see if they are alright."

Toriel walked to the side of the tree, still out of Frisk's veiw before taking her cellphone out the pocket in her dress. Dialing Frisk's number, she put the phone up to her long ears.

As the phone rang, she noticed it was louder than expected, she walked to the front of the tree and was completely surprised. It was Frisk!

Toriel quickly walked over to the brown haired teen.

" How did you get here my child? I thought I told you to stay put." Toriel said surprised though a little bit stern

" Sorry. I was bored and I have a short attention span."

" No matter. I understand. It is hard for a young child such as yourself to sit still for so long. No matter. Are you hurt?"

" More or less." Frisk answered with a shrug

" There there, I will heal you." Toriel said as she lifted her hands up, a warm light blue aura surrounding her hands, and now Frisk.

" I should not have left you alone for so long."

" Don't sweat it. You can't cry over spilled milk. Besides. It wasn't your fault. I should have stayed put. It was only a lucky coincidence that we met up here. You probably would have been worried sick if you went back to the spot and didn't find me."

Thank you my child, but it was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this." Toriel removed her hands and the aura faded from Toriel and Frisk

" Surprise?" Frisk raised an eyebrow in curiosity

" Err...well...I suppose i cannot hide it from you any longer. Come small one!" Toriel said as she walked off

" I'm not that small." Frisk grumbled to themselves with folded arms before following the monster

Frisk followed the lady for a while before stopping in front of a cute and tidy small purple brick house. It had a small door and two windows on each side. Though, it looked as if there was no glass in the window areas. Patches of leaves were in front of the house, but none was in the doorway. Another one of those star thingies were in front of the house as well.

" It's another one of those star things." Frisk said to themself

By the way, those are called Save Points

" Thanks for telling me this now." Frisk said flatly

Your welcome

Frisk scoffed and walked towards the 'save point' as the mysterious voice pointed out.

Frisk touched it and a wave of sweet relief washed over them, along with new found determination to get to their friends on the surface.

Seeing such a cute and tidy house in the ruins fills you with determination

Frisk LV 1 37:14

Ruins-Home

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" I dunno if I asked you this question already, but I probably did and just forgot. Anyway, what are the purpose of these...save points? And why are we the only ones who can see them? Though, you are just a disembodied voice in my head, so I don't know your case entirely. Speaking of which...where exactly is your body and how are you in my head? I'm not sure if I asked this question so I'm asking it now."

You'll understand the purpose of the save points later. You need not concern yourself with that at this point in time...about me...I'll tell you when the time comes

" I'll tell you when the time comes." Frisk mocked. This was frankly a bit frustrating. They knew the voice inside their head had a good reason for keeping his secret from them, but they wanted to know now. Any person would want to know as soon as possible why a disembodied voice kept following them around and annoying them constantly. However, Frisk understood the concept of letting people talk when they are ready to talk. It isn't about them, but the voice. Maybe he wasn't ready to share the secrets of his existence yet. Maybe he needed a longer time to see if Frisk was truly worthy of venting his problems to. Maybe...the voice didn't want to be in Frisk's head in the first place and was dragged there by some random omnipotent being who decided to be an asshole.

Frisk's features softened as they pondered about this. The deep furrow that was carved into their eyebrows relaxed. Frisk's arms that were folded, unfolded as Frisk heaved a heavy sigh.

" Alright. I'll admit for once that I'm being a major asshole about this. I can't always get what I want and this isn't about me, but about you. I shouldn't rush you when you probably aren't ready. According to the time on the save point, we've been wandering this place about a little over half an hour. And I don't think 30 minutes is enough time for you to fully put your trust in me. So for the time being...I'll wait. I'll wait for you."

There was silence, and then awkward silence

What were you pondering so deeply about that caused you to give such a corny speech. To be honest, I kinda expected snarky remark or something like that. You were taking the situation much deeper than it needed to be but...I appreciate that. Thanks. By the way...I do trust you. Thirty minutes is more than enough time for me to know that you are loyal and trustworthy. You are willing to brave monsters to see your friends again. You may be an asshole at times but you are truly determined. Once you put your mind to something...you don't back down. And...I can't wait until the right time to tell you about myself

" Look who's giving the corny speeches now." Frisk chuckled with a small smile.

" Come on. Let's go." Frisk said as they walked into the house.

As soon as Frisk walked in, their nose was bombarded with a delicious smell. Absolute pleasure was displayed on Frisk's face.

" Do you smell that? Surprise! It is a butterscotch cinnamon pie. I though we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here..."

' Wait. Living?" Frisk thought

"...so I will hold off on snail pie for tonight."

' Snail pie? Gross.'

Its not as bad as you think

" Here. I have another surprise for you." Toriel said happily as they walked off

Frisk used the moment to take in the scenery. The room they were currently standing in was tan. A large staircase going downwards into who who's where was immediately in the front of them. Behind the staircase was a mirror. On the left was a small table with a draw in it. On the top of the drawer was a potted plant. On the right was a shelf with some books in it. Some empty picture frames were hanging above it , next to a rose shaped lamp that hung on the wall.

" Nice crib." Frisk said, nodding in approval.

Maybe you should look around a bit. Toriel seems like a very patient woman.

" I suppose." Frisk said before entering the hallway on their left.

In it was a dining room table, four chairs around it with a potted plant in the center. On Frisk's immediate right was a book case with books in it obviously, a metal pot was next to the case, holding tools. A big soft chair was sitting next to the fireplace that filled the room with a comforting warmth.

Frisk walked towards the bookcase and picked up a book that was laying open on top of the shelf.

It's a history book. Here's a random page.

Trapped behind the barrier and fearful of further human attacks, we retreated. Far far into the earth we walked, until we reached the cavern's end. This was to be our new home in which we named...Home. As great as our king is, he was pretty lousy at names.

"Got that damn right." Frisk chuckled before losing their smile and saying "It sounds like the monsters and humans had a war or something and the monsters were forced down here...I think my mom told me a story about something like that before. "

Did you pay attention

"Nnnnoooo."

I thought so

The voice said after sighing.

Frisk touched the tools in the pot after putting the book down. The tips were dull.

" Hmmm...dull."

The ends of the tools have been filed down to make them safer.

Frisk walked in front of the fireplace, embracing its warmth. The ruins had been a bit chilly.

The fire isn't burning hot...but pleasantly warm. You could put your hand inside. And Frisk, don't you dare think of putting your hand inside.

However, it was too late. Frisk's hand was already covered in flames, but they weren't being burned or turned to ash.

" If i tried this shit on the surface, my hand would be gone."

Yes it would be, and watch your language

" You haven't said anything about that for a while though. I thought you didn't mind. At least...not anymore." Frisk said with a smug smile

Sometimes, i can't even even with you

" That sounds like what Amy says to me." Frisk smiled

Frisk looked at the chair.

' Seems like the right size for Toriel' they thought as they walked into the kitchen

Frisk opened the fridge door, much to the voice's dismay, and for some reason a brand name chocolate bar was sitting alone in it. Frisk looked in the sink and saw some white fur stuck in the sink. They took it out and threw it in the nearest trash can. Washing their hands, they eyed the pie that was sitting on the counter. It had a nice smell, but was too hot to eat at the moment.

Frisk walked out the kitchen and decided to go back to Toriel.

" Looking around the house I see." Toriel said with a smile

" Yes ma'am. And I have to say that it is very nice."

" Why thank you my child."

" I also have to condemn, I mean commend you on your patience. Sorry. I get those two words mixed up all the time." Frisk finished with a sheepish smile on their face

" It doesn't matter As-...there was someone I used to know that messed those words up all the time."

Toriel looked a bit sad as she mentioned those incomplete names. Who were she remembering?

" Are you okay?" Frisk asked, a bit concerned

" Yes I am. But this is it." Toriel replied as she took Frisk's hand and led them to a door.

" A room of your own. I hope you like it!" Toriel said as she rubbed Frisk's head with the grace of a caring mother.

' Man. She really wants me to live here. But...I can't. I don't want to hurt her feelings.'

What are you going to do ?

' I...I don't know.'

A smell of burnt cinnamon wafted through the air.

" Is something burning! Um...make yourself at home!" Toriel said quickly as she sped off

Frisk stared at the door in the front of them in uncertainty. Up until this point is has been ' oh...I'll help you out...DIE!' and then more ' DIE!' from the other monsters that attacked them. They weren't exactly trusting of Toriel yet in case this was Flowey all over again. Toriel could be like ' Here. Have a piece of pie' and Frisk might not know its been secretly poisoned. Then Toriel could just shiv and shank Frisk while they are passed out. After all...looks can be deceiving.

" Hmm. I don't know." Frisk said suspiciously.

It'll be fine. Trust me.

" Okay." Frisk said as they turned the knob and open the door that slowly squealed.

They turned on the light, which instantly brightened a red room.

Said room consisted of a huge rug in the middle of the floor and a bed on the right side of the wall. A toy chest was in the front of it. A lamp stood behind the bed head. On the back wall was a large wardrobe on on its left was a bookcase filled with books and a picture frame and some papers on the top of it. A drawn picture hung on the wall under a box. A small lamp was sitting on a stand in the left corner of the room.

Frisk walked up to the bookcase and picked up the photo frame. It was so dusty that Frisk couldn't see the picture. They tried rubbing some of the dirt off but it was caked on. Only a some of a gold beard, part of a purple dress, piece of some brown shorts and the sleeve of a green sweater could be made out. It was probably Toriel's family but...where was everyone else?

Frisk opened the box on the side of the shelf. It was a shoe box filled with children's shoes in a disparity of sizes. Frisk opened the wardrobe and found a bunch of gold and green striped sweaters. Eyeing the chest in the front of the bed, Frisk walked over to it, opening it, and finding a bunch of dusty old toys that they didn't want.

Frisk yawned loudly. They were tired. Putting their hand on the bed and feeling its softness, Frisk climbed into it. There eyes became heavy. Unable to stay awake, as if the room cast a sleep spell on them, Frisk fell asleep.

Have you ever measure time with music? I did that and found out that it took me three hours to do this chapter. I listened to three songs that were looped for an hour on autoplay . Normal people ( i think )would go crazy from listening to the same song over and over and over again for extended periods of time. But not me. Anyway don't forget to follow and leave a review. Maybe a few encouraging words as well? Good feels means more chapters gets out quicker

Okay. I tweaked this chapter a bit because Iscrewd up the first time