Welcome to the Underworld
{Log 1: The Ruins
Entry 7: Betrayal}
Light, unbearable harsh light creeped into her vision. It was blinding, burning, cloudy as the flames licked into her vision. It was the scorched flashing from the flames that had blinded her. The light gave way to darkness. A pitch black that she was familiar with. It drew her closer into its depths and dragged her away from the glow that was now but a pin prick before her. Her limbs felt weightless and immovable each moment. As if the fire had burned away her ability to control her own body. Everything felt so distant. A question hung within her mind. Was this what it is like to die? It was not peaceful by any means but all her worries seemed to burn away along with her once human body. The darkness embraced her as her eyes slipped closed. This was the end. This was the finale to her story. A story of tragedy, sorrow, and never ending suffering.
That was when she could feel a hard floor underneath her broken body. Her cobalt blue eyes fluttered open as inky lashes parted for her to see. She was staring up into a light. It caused her to squint her eyes in an effort to save her already burning retinas. Turning away from the light Frisk felt a coolness against her cheek as she slowly rolled onto her side. How could she still be alive? How would anyone survive something so horrifying? She saw nothing beyond the pool of light her partially functioning body was laying in. This was the only illumination in the space which she had woken up to. In confusion as well as apprehension she sat upright holding her arm. She had seen it burn slowly. The flesh had melted off her very muscles and bones like a melting snowman. The image was branded into the backs of her eyelids as she shoved the palms of her hands against them. She was shuddering uncontrollably trying to rid herself of such a horrible way to die. When she pulled her hands away she stared at the shaking appendages. They were whole, not a single scratch to be seen. Not a burn mark to witness. It was as if the scene from before never had happened in the first place.
The chime of a bell alerted the terrifyingly bewildered human to a marque floating just in front of her. It must have appeared after the noise that she had just heard. Her legs were wobbly as she stood to investigate the menu. It reminded her of the boxes that she had seen before when she had touched that dazzling sparkling star. It was a black box with a white border and within it were words.
*You are the hope of both humans and monsters. Don't give up… keep going…?
A singular question that stood out to her in an eerie red text. What did it mean by keep going? Her a hope to both races? What was this a kind of cruel sick game? She had died that was the end but as she stared at the panel two choices stood out at the bottom 'yes' and 'no'. She had an option to refute death itself? She could return to Flowey and fix all that had been done? How was such a thing even possible. Her raised hand lingered on the glowing main frame. Who was she to cheat death in such a way. Something drove her. She had remembered Toriel's story and though the goat beast had burned her alive, something she desired never to feel again, she knew what grief could do to the hearts of others. One begins to lose themselves and their faculties. Frisk had attempted to leave so that she could continue through this monster infested prison. Toriel's reaction was expected especially after all the kindness she was given. She remembered the wailing mournful cries as she had slipped out of consciousness.
Her hand pressed down on the 'yes' option only to see the screen burst into a shower of golden lights. It was beautiful to her as she watched a kind of magic begin to surround her. Her soul, a cobalt blue heart, manifested its bright glow from her chest. The fluttering representation of her very being was no longer whole as it had once been. It was a lot duller in glow then before and cracked right down the middle. It was two identical halves that mirrored each other. As if stating the obvious to someone her tone became hushed as she began to speak "the dead's souls no longer are whole. They are broken and shattered. I… really am dead." Frisk dropped to her knees as she stared at the sad state of who she once was. Just then the golden light from before showered its magical essence down upon the broken heart. The light slipped between the cracks creating golden threads that attached one piece to the other. In a gentle pull the threads moved the broken soul back into position and with a burst of light the heart had become whole once more. It's glow flourished in vibrance until it had returned to its original state and once again rested within the girl on the floor.
The feeling was something that Frisk could not describe as she placed a hand over her chest. A new found energy began to flow through her until other lights began to appear above her head. One after the other they opened only to swallow her in the same golden light. She reached her hand upward unable to see it any longer, before...
Frisk shot up from her bed panting as if she had just run a marathon. Her heart was hammering within her chest so hard that she was afraid it might crack one of her ribs. Her blue eyes stared endlessly at the wall of her room. Her eyes were larger than saucers the pupils dilated in fear and confusion. Her body felt no different but she had an overwhelming feeling of dread that was hovering over her. The human placed her head within her hands, red hair spilling over her shoulders as she tried to calm herself. Her fingers were laced deeply within her auburn locks as she shook. She had died. A blistering, branding, scorching agony of death. The feeling was nearly indescribable like standing on the surface of the sun. She was back in her room. She stayed just like that for what felt like hours only shaking periodically as her body attempted to adjust itself. Had she dreamed it all? More like a nightmare. She removed her once shaking hands away from her face. Somewhere between her panic attack and trying to calm down she had expressed sadness. She did not remember crying and yet her cheek were wet.
If this was her room then Flowey would be silently snoozing where she had last seen him before she had fallen asleep. Sure enough on top of the cabinet was Flowey as his head tilted toward the floor in a quiet slumber. She could even hear his soft breathing when she focused on her potted friend. It would appear that nothing had moved or changed since she had dozed off. That was somewhat reassuring. All the things that she had witnessed. The crazy scribbling behind deceased children's picture frames, the mad writings on paper within Toriel's room, and her fiery end had all been a horrifying figment of her imagination. Why would she conjure up something so disturbing? Regardless of the answer she laid back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. Toriel would not have done something so horrible to her, right? Even so how had she survived?
Unable to answer any of the questions that nagged at the back of her mind she turned to her side to look at Flowey. He looked so peaceful and yet she noticed that at times his face would twitch in a way that was signify that his dreams were far from pleasant. He displayed no auditory distress and yet she could sense something was wrong. She sighed once more before letting her eyes slide closed. Only when she did she saw the gorey details of her own flesh melting away like butter left out in the direct rays of the sun. The images were undeniable and so real. She could still feel the flames licking at her body. Unable to close her eyes Frisk positioned herself to slide off the bed and onto her feet. Her gaze landed on the doorknob but as she went to grab it she heard Flowey's voice.
Flowey had awoken just as Frisk had though; he did spy a specific human starting to make their way out the room. He watched silently before clearing his throat to indicate his presence. He hardly felt comfortable with Frisk wandering around when Toriel inhabited the home in which they now resided. The goat monster had done nothing so far to the human that now felt at home but they could never be too careful. He was unable to move from his potted home but he could get Frisk's attention. His voice was a calm whisper "Frisk where are you going?"
Unlike before, Frisk turned to face Flowey in confusion. Had that not been the exact same thing that he had asked her before? No of course not that was just a nightmare. She shook her head and responded in kind, "I need some fresh air Flowey." She gently flicked the light switch on this time finding exactly where it was no fumbling required. Flowey had his eyes covered with his petals in an attempt to shield himself from the onslaught of light. He blinked a few times with squinted eyes as they lost their glow. His only reaction was to scold his human friend "Frisk a little warning next time?"
Frisk froze in place before she apologized like she felt she had before. She felt a shudder over take her body as she attempted to explain the phenomena that she was experiencing. It was almost as if she had been through all of this before but it wasn't perfect. She was experiencing a nauseating inducing form of deja vu. She had once read about it within a medical book that she had found a long time ago. The exact definition of deja vu if she remembered correctly was a feeling of having already experienced a present situation. That was clearly what she was having now. As she stood there Flowey had one eyebrow raised. Frisk had been pacing back and forth and yet not saying a word since she had turned on the light. She looked like something was eating away at her to the point that her bright eyes were stormy in concentration. Still quite befuddled by her behavior Flowey opened his mouth to speak, "Frisk are you alright you look stressed. Did something happen?"
Frisk had been absent mindedly pacing back and forth over and over perhaps burning a hole in the carpet. She fidgeted and looked at Flowey as he pulled her back out of her screaming thoughts. He did not say it directly but she had become a pretty good judge of body language. He was clearly concerned about her current nervous energy. How could she tell him what she was thinking? He would think that she had gone mad. She had to try if only to put the argument down once and for all that before had been nothing but a dream and she was in no mortal danger here. Her stride took her to stand right in front of Flowey. She had to stoop down to his level in order to look him in the eyes properly but she didn't care. One deep breath later and she began, "I woke up from a horrible dream Flowey. We both tried to escape but Toriel caught us and burned us both. It was horrible and I can't get it out of my mind. I feel like all of this has happened before and I can't shake the feeling. I am going insane aren't I? I hit my head harder than I thought I did."
At first Flowey's expression was thoughtful but as she processed her ramblings his face twisted into a frown. As she ended saying something about losing her mind he placed a leaf like palm over his face and swayed his head. The poor girl. That was all he could think as he proceeded with his next set of words carefully, "You are not crazy Frisk. Those things. They really happened." He lifted his hand to peek up at her. The expression on her face was a combination of diffidence, trauma, panic, and confusion. All in one expression as he reached his leafy hand out to her. He would have to explain himself, "Look Frisk you did a reset. It's an ability where when you die you can keep going. I used to be able to do them myself but I lost the ability when you showed up for some reason. I remember the past timeline too. I wanted to spare you from the pain. I'm sorry Frisk." His eyes were downturned painfully as he remembered what had happened to them both. He could still hear the humans cries of agony ringing within his mind.
Frisk just stood there. It felt like the entire ground beneath her feet had given way and she was spiraling downward into a deep chasm of pure horror. Flowey knew that those horrible things had actually happened to her. She had died but she had been brought back somehow. The clock had reversed itself back to the point in which she made the fatal decision to sneak away. Her lip had begun to quiver as she tried to process all of this information that felt as if she was being steamrolled by a freight train. Flowey's gentle gesture of comfort caused her to relax to the best of her abilities. So it was true? Everything that she had been through had truly happened but within a different timeline. The very implication of that made her head throb.
The other questions that she had swimming in her mind before her untimely demise seemed to make their way to the surface once again. If Flowey knew this then his knowledge extended more than she once had to ask. The mysteries of the unknown were devouring her "Flowey do you know about the children?" She waited quietly for his answer. She noticed that as soon as her golden companion had heard of her knowledge of the information he had pulled his hand away. A look of dread passed over his flower like face. He had always been pale in color but now he almost looked as white as a sheet as he gawked at her.
Flowey was petrified by the question. That was the last thing that he had expected Frisk to ask of him. It was true that he knew about the children though not personally. He only knew what their purpose was for and why he had been so adamant about Frisk's safety. She was continuing to stare at him expecting an answer. All he could do was swallow the lump forming within his throat and begin to attempt to explain just exactly how tragic the Underworld truly was, "Frisk when you spoke with Toriel did she tell you a story?" He watched as she nodded, "A story about how the monsters became trapped down here right?" Once again another nod. A deep sigh of sorrow shook his plant like frame as he closed his eyes to explain, "The seven humans that sealed us down here were mages and wielders of magic. Each mage had a special trait within their very soul that represented them. There was justice, bravery, kindness, patience, perseverance, integrity, and determination. The barrier that rose was indestructible except for one fatal flaw. The power of the seven souls could be used against the barrier it would be broken and all would go free. The only way to obtain a human soul… Frisk… is if it no longer inhabits a body." His tone had grown from informational to deeply disturbed, "Your a soul of integrity Frisk that bright cobalt blue makes it recognizable. They have already obtained six of the seven. Do you understand now?" He looked at her with pleading in his eyes. She needed to understand the kind of danger she was in. How one false move could end with her death, DETERMINATION or not.
Frisk placed a hand just over her heart as she had a flashback to the very beginning of her fall. The heart that had appeared every time she encountered a monster. This strange place filled with monsters and magic. All of it had caused it to manifest itself. She could feel something deep within her starting to spread its wings. It was bright and mysterious but also powerful. She could feel it running through her veins unable to fully comprehend her own capabilities as she traversed this unknown mountain prison. As she continued to reflect a blue glow began to form where her heart resided. Its brilliant cobalt light flooded the room turning everything around it the same color of her eyes. Her soul manifested. A soul of integrity. A soul that sparkled like a gem within the open palms of her hands. This was who she was. A single, fragile little heart. She marveled at its beauty before she felt like she was being dragged forward suddenly.
Flowey had taken a hold of the shimmering heart gently. If Frisk would not understand by words then perhaps she would better understand with demonstration. He held the soul in his leafy grasp as the human was sent flying toward him only to stop herself. The soul was a powerful thing especially that of a human but it was also something that could be manipulated. As if its shape was not already an indication it was fragile like a heart "Frisk I don't know what I have to do to get you to understand other than this. Do you feel that? The pain… the loss of control. I am but one monster that could easily manipulate you."
Frisk felt a pain swell within her as Flowey squeezed the blue heart within his hands. He did not squeeze too hard but she felt the pain that came along with her very essence outside of its rightful place. Her hand gripped her chest as she was dropped to her knees. Her chest began to constrict as if the life was being squeezed out of her. The auburn hair that distinguished her from many others hung lifelessly plastered to her face from the torment. The tightness in her chest subsided and she gasped for the breath she had lost. Her lungs were burning. It was almost as if someone had taken a vice to her throat. Her entire body was shuddering from the strain.
Flowey quickly released the soul as not to harm the human but his demonstration had gone a little too well. Frisk was on her hands and knees almost unable to breathe. Her soul was unique and powerful. A monster with that power however could drop the poor girl to her knees. It might have explained why she was to trusting and open. Her soul reflected that in its physical and magical makeup. When she did not speak the pain that he had inflicted upon her set his emotional state on edge. He cried out to her trying to see if she now understood, "Do you see now how fragile you humans are! Your souls are strong but also feeble. Frisk I am sorry I had to show you. That feeling within you. Please Frisk you can't keep going. The other monsters if they get a hold of your soul...there is no telling what they might do. Some may take it straight to Asgore but others..." He could not even finish his sentence as he banished the thoughts from his mind with a violent shake of his head.
Once she had regained her breath she stood shakily though her face was hidden by a curtain of auburn hair. She looked more pale than usual but as she raised her head she had a smile on her face. She knew she was a rather stubborn individual and that would never change. Flowey had meant no harm. He cared about her so much that he needed to prove this to her. The power of the human soul was a mystery to her as was the effects when the owner no longer retained it. The now floating heart drifted to her outstretched hands only to return to the place it belonged. Her golden companion looked as though his emotions had reached their limits. She gently wrapped her arms around him the best she could giving him a reassuring hug, "It's alright Flowey I understand now. You care so much. Thank you."
Flowey did not realize it until the human smiled at him the way that she always had. He had tears streaming down his cheeks. He had been so worried for her safety and to watch her die right in front of his eyes. It was more than he could bare. This human had done something to him. She had given him hope. The hope needed for a brighter future for all of them. He had a friend that he cherished. The time they had known each other was not a factor, "F….Fri...Frisk." His small leafy arms wrapped around her neck gently as he hugged her back.
She gingerly removed herself from their friendly embrace with the same grin from before. She knew the danger of this journey but something inside her pressed her forward. It was not going to be easy and the road would be paved with hardship but she needed to do it. No she was DETERMINED to do it. The monsters had become this way because the war and because of their inescapable prison. No one deserved to be locked away like feral animals in a cage. It was not right. Her people had done this and she was going to be the one to end it, "Flowey you know I care about you but I must do this. Something… something inside of me is pushing me forward." She looked down at her petite pale hands as she spoke once more, "I am going to right the wrongs of my people. I am going to bring hope back to the monsters of the Underworld. No matter what it takes. This I vow." She closed her open palms into fists before turning back to Flowey who had shocked tears within his eyes.
There were no words that needed to be said in that moment. Flowey knew that there would be no changing this humans mind. They were going to see this through. He could have sworn that something within her soul blossomed another color in that moment. The color of blood the color of DETERMINATION. He rubbed at his head for a moment before sighing in exasperation. He had dropped his head so his expression was no longer readable until he lifted it again to look at her. He looked worn out but his smile also spoke volumes to his emotional state. It was a kind of sad acceptance, "You're too stubborn for your own good you know? It's going to get you killed… again."
Frisk no longer looked like she was struggling with the events that had happened just before she woke up. That glimmer within the depths of her cobalt blue eyes spoke volumes about her finding her purpose. She was going to see this through no matter the hardship. Her stance had become straighter as her confidence shone through. The only question was what was the next step? Her stance of confidence changed to one of deep thought. If she could not get past Toriel in an escapist sense then perhaps speaking with the goat creature might be beneficial. It would look less like betrayal and more like discontent.
After her thoughts formulated into some semblance of a plan Frisk walked swiftly over to the dresser to once again find the leather satchel that she had grabbed just before her prior untimely demise. She swung the satchel over her head so that the leather strap nestled just perfectly between the space between her shoulder and her neck. She was once again ready to go. Flowey was still looking up at her with a spark of concern in his eyes but he never said a word to stop her. Frisk was unsure if she should bring Flowey with her or not. He was always helpful she was just concerned about what would happen to him if Toriel found him again. She slowly extended her hand out to the sentient golden flower waiting for his response.
Flowey spectated as his human partner grabbed the things she would need on their long journey but as she did she turned to him and reached out toward him. He had a choice, live in fear that the Underworld would stay like this till the end of the time or take a chance and change the world. Him and this human that was too kind and much too sweet to even be trapped in such a place. She had a kind of inner light that he had never witnessed before as she stood there asking for him to join her. He reached his leafy appendages upward to accept her offer. There were no words necessary as his pot was gently picked up and placed in the satchel she now had resting on her hip. The flower monster poked his head up and out of the bag to get a better look. This was a great hiding place for him as he could just duck down to avoid Toriel's gaze and yet he did not have to stay behind and worry about Frisk from afar.
The pair locked eyes with one another before exchanging smiles, "Alright Flowey I have a few ideas but first I want to do some more exploring." The golden flower tilted his head as he rested his hand under his plant like chin. It was almost as if he was leisurely resting in a hammock, "Frisk I thought you already explored the entire house what more could you possibly find?" He had to think about it for a moment and came to no conclusions much to his chagrin. Frisk on the other hand responded almost immediately to his inquiry, "I explored the entire house but after my discoveries in Toriel's room I was much to shaken to check anything else. I think I could possibly find something in there." She watched as his face contorted in thought. No other words were exchanged in that moment as the pair found themselves out in the hallway. This time Frisk did not bother with menial details. She quickly made it to Toriel's door only to swing it wide open. The feeling of dread hit her as soon as her eyes found the desk which continued the horrors of the once motherly goats madness.
An audible gulp could be heard as she gently closed the door in order to disway suspicion. Her feet reluctantly took her to the desk as she moved some books and papers around. A few pieces of parchment had fallen onto the ground as the two both rummaged through some more personal letters. She pulled Flowey from the leather satchel and lightly set his pot onto the desk as he continued to look. She had a feeling that there was something in this room that would be enlightening but she just couldn't place it. She had learned to follow her gut instinct. It had served her well so far. She passed by some family photos on the wall before stopping in front of the book case. She had not looked very closely at it before, perhaps due to the fact that there was nothing of real importance. What she had glanced over the first time was that the bookshelf sported a suspicious set of double doored cabinets.
Her boots made a squeaking sound as she squatted to take a closer look. There were no locks of any sort but she supposed that due to the fact that Toriel had lived alone the security was not of any value. She could still hear Flowey opening and closing some of the drawers in the desk as she gently slid her fingers into the metal handle. The door slid to the right exposing the contents within. There were some supplies such as loose leaf parchment, quills, and ink. What caught her eye was a leather bound book. It was a deep purple with golden lettering on it though it looked like it had been severely worn. It's binding was starting to fall apart and the leather was cracked making spider web like indentations on the front cover. It looked to be a book of some kind. She tried to decipher the faded lettering that was staring at her but she just couldn't place it. All that she could make out were a series of letters y ild en.
Her fingers ran over the front cover. It took her awhile to muster up the courage to open the album within her grasp. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Why had a book created such apprehension within her. Flowey had been looking over at Frisk for quite some time now. He had found nothing within the drawers other than the disturbing scribbling that he only guessed Frisk had seen on round one, "Heya… uh Frisk you alright?" He watched as she was jolted from her staring contest with the book resting in her lap. The look on her face when she turned her head to look at him caused him to motion her to him. There was something about the leather bound book that caused her distress. It would be better if they both looked at it together right?
Frisk noticed the motion as she stood to her feet and walked to sit in the chair at the desk. It was much too big for her but at least she was able to calm her shaking aura. She had learned that the feelings she was dealing with had a purpose and they were rarely wrong. She set the book on the desk in front of them both before opening it to the first page. It was a scrapbook. Her nerves started to calm as she quickly flipped through it only to see pictures of the children she had seen in the hallway. The horrifying imagery stuck in the back of her mind as she turned to the front of the book. Each page had a name and some notes as well as a sepia photograph. Each page was well thought out and very informational. Some of the writing was in Toriel's hand and some was in a child's hand. Each one had a different theme to it. Some of them even had small doodles that a child might make with a crayon.
Flowey stayed silent as he stared at the scrapbook. It was basically a memoir of all the children that Toriel had taken care of. All the children that had perished at the hands of the monsters here in order to be a means to an end, "The six children. Frisk this is them." His neck strained as he tried to read the wording on the page. The human said nothing. She just ran her hand over the first page. This was her fate? She was going to be the last page added in this book someday? What be written about her? Flowey had been trying to get her attention for nearly minutes now but she was just staring downward. No. She could not let this stop her. Flowey had to speak up louder in order to pull her out of her stupor, "Frisk you don't have to read this come on…"
Flowey was right. She did not have to read about the past. This was not about the past. This was about the future. Her eyes fell closed as she sealed the cover of the album only to lean back in the chair. Toriel had once been a mother of many children even if they were not her own. She had taken care of them over and over only to have them leave and eventually perish. She had tried so desperately to keep them safe and yet they never listened. Now all that was left of them were a few photographs and a book of lost memories. She pushed herself up from the chair using the desk as leverage. She abruptly picked up Flowey, much to his protests, and placed him in the satchel, "Frisk FRISK what are you doing? Where are you going?" The human did not answer but she headed for the door only to stand in the hallway once more. If there was any hope of her leaving this place and continuing her journey she had to talk to Toriel. No more running.
She walked closer and closer to the living room with each stride she could feel her strength and courage growing. As she stood in the doorway between the foyer and the living room she halted. There was Toriel sitting and reading a book. Her glasses were perched on her nose as she read the material only occasionally moving to adjust the blanket that she had draped over her lap. When Frisk came into view her face pulled up into a smile. She was happy to see her. If only she knew what had happened before, "Oh dear what are you doing up so early? Is there something that you would like from me?" Toriel was overjoyed to see the human once more standing before her. Her child. Her safe and protected child. She gently set down the book to rest it upon the blanket in her lap before her smile grew. The fire that crackled right beside her gave off a warming orange and yellow light. A small gesture for Frisk to sit on the floor beside her caused the human to walk over and take the offer, "Now my dear what is it you would like to talk about? Or perhaps you would like to hear another story or perhaps a joke?"
Those blue eyes stared up at her as Frisk took a seat beside the fire. Her eyes reflected the flame just across from her, a fire that danced in seas of blue. The human pulled her legs to rest off to the side as she enjoyed the warmth. She should have been paralyzed by the prospect of being within a torrent of them like before but that was the past now. The way that this power worked was that no one knew their misdeeds and thus Frisk would not hold that to them. She knew that she would have to handle this conversation with as much care as she could muster as not to trigger a rage within the goat monster.
*Tread lightly
She didn't reply at first just keeping her gaze on the flames within the grate. She thought that perhaps some quiet would do their conversation good. She did not want to add to the grieving mother's pain. In one lifetime a mother could lose one child and that was even too much to bear but seven children that was more than even the fullest heart could handle. The crackling fire was inviting as she sat there. Toriel had been watching over her with a gentle hand resting on the book she had been reading prior to the humans entrance. They did not say a word but instead stayed silent watching the flames. The goat monster almost felt as if she had done something wrong for the human to stay so quiet, "Dear?" Her voice was soft but there was a tinge of pleading within it. The girl was all she had left. Even her late husband was someone she had denounced so long ago that her loneliness only continued to gnaw within her.
Frisk turned her head to look up at Toriel. She had her mouth in a tight line only to ask for her response as quietly as possible. She had been mulling over in her mind how she would phrase what she was about to say. Meanwhile, Flowey still hiding within the contents of Frisk's leather satchel, strained to hear the conversation about to take place. His worst fear was that Frisk would misstep and send Toriel into a frenzy but he also believed in the soul of integrity. That soul that shone so brightly that it lit up the darkness of their shared room. He had faith in her. When silence fell over the room he was afraid that he had missed something but as he pulled apart the flap of the bag from its base he could tell that Frisk was just deep in thought. She was perfectly fine.
Frisk shifted her stance on the floor so that she would be a little more comfortable as she spoke. She decided on a childish indian style way of sitting turning her attention directly on the monster in the chair. Toriel had her eyes trained from behind her bespectacled gaze. There were points that her eyes were hidden by then just due to the glare upon the lenses making her seem a little more intimidating than before. In fact the image reminded Frisk of a strict teacher if she had to place it. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts, "Mom can I ask you a question?"
Toriel, not knowing what her daughter wished to discuss, heaved a heavy sigh of relief before smiling down upon the human child, "Yes of course dear what is it?" She chose her next words carefully, "If I ever wanted to see more of the Underworld would you let me?" It was clear but also not accusatory. She did not ask to leave but rather see more of her world. She hoped that such phrasing would be enough for her to gain some of Toriel's favor.
Toriel's posture immediately indicated that she was uncomfortable with this question but as her eyes fluttered closed still hidden but the lenses of her glasses she spoke with conviction, "You wish to leave? You wish to be like the others? I had such high hopes." Frisk made no effort to move. This was either going to work or fail she did not know the outcome unless she tried. The response to her question made Frisk unsure if she had said the right thing so she waited. The silence that she had once imposed upon Toriel had now turned on her. It was gravely quiet. All that could be heard was the crackling of the nearby fireplace. The logs splitting and smoldering causing sparks to fly up from time to time.
She rapidly shook her head to refute the fact that she did want to leave just not in the way that Toriel had taken the words out of context, "N...no mom I swear I just… I wanted to learn more. I know this is just one place I can do that. That… that is why I asked." At first Toriel's face stayed the same tight line but then it softened. Had it worked? That was when Toriel removed her glasses to set them on the book from earlier the content within the pages now forgotten, "My dear as much as I would love to show you this place it is much too dangerous for a human child. I do not wish to see you hurt. Do you understand?" Of course Frisk could understand Toriel's apprehension but she needed to do this. Another sigh filled the room. The goat monster had yet to open her eyes, "That look in your eyes reminds me of my first. A recklessness that would lead to their death. It is dangerous Frisk the other monsters they will not be so merciful. Please forget this foolish quest and stay here where I can protect you." Her voice was pleading but also commanding. It was becoming quite clear to Frisk now that Toriel was not going to let her leave voluntarily. Though her sanity seemed to not be in question now there was no telling when she would snap.
She shook her head once more, "Mom please. I need to do this. I nee-" She was cut off by a circle of fire that sprung up all around her. There was nowhere for her to run. She was trapped. As Toriel stood her eyes sprang open. What had once been amber was now the kind of eyes you would see in a horror picture. There were deep black pits where the whites of her eyes should have been. All that she could see were the two glowing yellow slits that formed in their abyssal depths. These were the eyes of despair. The eyes of true madness, "I hoped it would not come to this. I prayed to the stars we could be together forever. Don't you love your mother?" All Frisk could do was audibly gulp at the sight before her. This was not the goat mother that had guided her and helped her before. This madness had consumed her to the point that she was no longer herself any longer. The only indication that Toriel was left within the hollow shell of a monster were the tears that began to stream down her cheeks. They fell endlessly never stopping once.
The fire was beginning to close in on her as Toriel watched the flames unable to reflect upon eyes that no longer held anything but despair. They were but deep recesses within a hollowed out shell. She was going to burn again. The smoke burned her already abused lungs. The only reaction it had left was trying to expel the toxins with a bone shuddering violent fit of coughing. She did not remember it from before but there was more to burn here. There were more things to create the perfect toxic environment to send her mind starving for much needed oxygen. Her coughing was the only thing she could now hear as the untamable fiery beast was closing in. The pain was nothing like she had ever witness before the scorching heat spread along her skin. It was warm at first but the temperature grew. It increased in intensity until it would breach her skin turning it into charcoal. It did not stop there as fire is untamable. It would eat through skin, muscle, tendon, and bone. When he released his hold her head slumped toward the floor. The blurriness was creeping into her vision once more before everything was doused in black. It was almost as if someone had turned off the lights leaving her in pitch black. She half expected to awake to the strange limbo she had before but no. This time was much much worse.
Her vision was still clouded. The faint sound of metal upon metal was what brought her to try to move her limbs to no avail. She could see nothing, feel nothing, and say nothing. All she could hear was the horrifying scrape off to her left. Were her eyes open or closed? She had to move. She had to get away. Something was horribly wrong. She knew what that sound was but the dread that continued to fuel her caused her mind to fall apart.
scrape
scrape
scrape
The sound was deafening almost to the point of ear bleeding. It was driving her mad. It was when she managed to pry her eyes open were her horrors truly realized. She struggled to clear the blurriness that was plaguing her vision. Her head was spinning but now she could just make it out. Toriel was over by the kitchen counter sharpening what looked to be a butcher cleaver. The kind of knife you would use to prepare a slab of meat. Something you used to carve animals. Frisk could once again feel her heart within her chest. It was beating so hard that she could hardly breathe all she heard was Toriel's voice only it was no longer the motherly one she had come to know. No this was the voice of a true monster, "I see you have woken up dear. What a shame. I hoped that you would not feel a thing."
Frisk tried to struggle but she couldn't. Her mind was in disconnect with her body. There was no escaping this death. What was Toriel going to do with her? That's when her mind jumped to one person and one person only, "FLOWEY!?" She struggled to move her head but even though she was able to do the action all she found was an empty satchel on the table. There was nothing inside but a broken pot. No. No. Where did he go! Her mind was screaming for her friend. Toriel on the other hand seemed to let an insane laugh shake her frame as she set the knife she was sharpening down on the counter, "Are you speaking of that weed? Oh not to worry dear. He won't be telling you his lies any longer." A crazed grin twisted her face as her eyes widened to hold up an object. Frisk wanted to cover her mouth in horror and scream but neither action was attainable. Toriel had gripped in her massive claws the head of friend. The stem that served as his neck was slowly beginning to turn to dust. His once bright green leaves were leached as what was left of him vanished and fell to the floor. She heard a snarl from Toriel that sounded the most feral she had ever heard, "Disgusting I will have to clean this filth once I am finished with you."
The fear that swam within Frisk's eyes was insurmountable as Toriel retrieved her knife from the counter. She knew it would do no good but she continued to struggle. She felt a pressure upon her chest as her soul rose from its place. The massive paw took a hold of the fragile object placing the knife just above the blue glow. The blade barely cut into the soul before Frisk screamed. Her senses had been shocked awake as a cut appeared upon her cheek. Her soul was directly connected to her physical body and as Toriel cut into it the more cuts appeared. It was torture but that was nothing compared to what was to come. Toriel spoke once more "I'm afraid this simply won't do". Those soulless black pits that were once eyes glared down at the wounded human. That's when the real hell began.
The knife that at once cut into her very being began to saw its way into the skin of her leg. All she could hear were her own screams. The blade slowly carved into the flesh one layer at a time. As it deepened its cuts, like a sick butcher would carve up a pig, blood began to pool. It spilt onto the surface she was unable to move from. The hard surface pressed mercilessly into her spine. The blade continue to carve its way through muscle and slicing through tendons that made a sickening snap. It dug only deeper down to the bone causing the blade to make more of the sickening scraping noise from before. The pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Toriel was cutting her up. Her throat was raw from the screams. There was nothing she could do. This was the end. Her vision was starting to falter from the pain that she was being subjected to. Toriel held the slickened crimson blade upward as she looked down at Frisk. A demonic smile gracing her feral visage with splatters of her own blood decorating her face and robe, "Now dear it's not so bad after this we can be together forever. After all I always bake my pies with all my love."
Her eyes were wide the iris shaking in horror unable to process all that was happening. She was going to be carved up into a human pie!? Her cheeks were slick with tears as Toriel placed a hand on her head holding her close as if none of her atrocities had even occurred, "There there it will be over soon." Frisk's face was twisted in agony. She only prayed that the pain would knock her out so that she wouldn't have to feel the rest. She felt the frigid blade press against the skin of her neck. It slowly bit in slicking her neck with blood. It wasn't deep enough to kill her as her strained and sobbing voice broke through the rawness of her throat. The black within her vision was beginning to shield her from the visuals. It advanced deeper until the pain was too much to take. Everything went black. The only thing that she felt for a split second was the bite of the steel and then it was over.
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