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11: Mom

Frisk had their sleeves and hair tied back, while they scrubbed the dining room floor. Toriel was dusting off the fire place. Flowey sat back in his pot and watching them, glad he didn't have to do anything to help. They did a heavy cleaning once every two weeks. Washing the floors and walls, bleaching the tub, organizing the books (they never put them back in the same place when done reading them), and raking the leaves in front of the house. Between the heavy duty cleaning days they would clean little things, like dishes every night, and picking up a spill.

"Humm..." Toriel looked at the book case, "What do you think, Frisk? Should we move this to clean behind it. I do not believe I have ever cleaned behind it before. It would also be a nice change of pace to move it to a different location," Frisk let their head fall. Toriel asked this almost every time they cleaned.

"Sure. Why not?" Frisk reply was the same as always.

"Oh, good. Let us try, then." Frisk got up and walked over to the bookcase. Toriel got on the side closest to the wall. They each grabbed the bottom and tried to lift it. They both grunted as they pulled it up with all their might. Usually they would get it to at least wobble, or even an inch off the ground. But the new books made it impossible to move at all. Toriel stood up straight and stretched out her back. She sighed as she loosened up. "I guess that it was never meant to be," She walked away into the kitchen with the dust rag. Frisk looked at the book case. They didn't want to try that again. Ever. Maybe if they moved it even a little bit they could clean behind it and push it back. Frisk dug their fingers into the crack between the wall and the case. They pulled so hard. IT MOVED! Frisk smiled. They felt as if they were holding back with toriel, but could move it on their own. They felt pride wave over them. But their smile and pride quickly vanished now that they noticed that the case was still moving, even though they had stopped pulling. In a blink of an eye they were pulled back, and the book case was on the ground.

Frisk was pulled too hard and landed on their butt. Toriel came back into the dining room.

"Oh, goodness," She covered her mouth as she saw that half the room toppled to the ground. She walked over to Frisk and helped them up. "What happened?" She dusted off the humans rear end. Frisk looked at where they were pulled from. There was a dirty ring where they felt the thing pull from. They looked back at Flowey. They smiled and nodded to him.

"I wanted to clean behind the bookcase, but, I guess it just... Fell over," They answered. Toriel gave them a scowl.

"Careful next time. Ask for my help," Her voice was stern, but was wasn't angry at all.

"Sorry mom!" Frisk rubbed the back of their head. Toriel looked at the mess.

"I suppose we can now clean behind it," she chuckled. Frisk walked up and on it.

"Don't you worry, Mom! I'm on the case," Frisk smirked. Toriel snorted.

"Get off of that, silly," She said through her laughs. Frisk was about to hop off of the bookcase, but something caught their eye. Under where the bookcase stood was a old looking, decrepitude book. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years. Frisk went over to pick it up. They examined it closely. It was definitely old. It had that feel to it that at any moment it could fall apart. At the top of the binding was a small fated ribbon. Frisk had once found a ribbon in the ruins before, but this one seemed much older than that one. It seemed to be a placeholder for the book. Frisk opened it up, but before they could read it, Toriel snatched it away. Frisk was alarmed at the sudden attack from her. She put the sleeve, hiding it from their view. Toriel forced a laugh out.

"Oh, this is just an old journal from when I was a child. Younger than you," She started walking to the next room, "I'll just put it away," She left Frisk and Flowey in the room alone for a moment. Frisk looked at the flower. He used his roots to shrug.

"Never see her act like that before," He whispered. Toriel returned to the room, as if she never left.

"Now that the case is empty we can clean behind it," She smiled. Frisk nodded, hesitantly.

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Frisk concentrated as the pot of water boiled over their magic fire. Toriel watched them strain to keep the spark alive.

"Remember, do not try too hard. You will exacerbate yourself," She turned away to grab a vegetoid that lended itself for dinner. She put it in the pot, along with some onions she had chopped up. Frisk let out the air they were holding in. The flame flickered out, but started burning again. It had a slight more power to it this time. Toriel smiled. "See? Magic to a human can be a game of tug-of-war. You must be firm with what you want the flames to do, and yet be gentle enough that you do not burn everything around you," Frisk nodded, only half listening to her. It was hard to keep the flame this hot for this long. But they wanted to keep it going for just a little longer. Toriel sensed this in her child. She stirred in ginger spice, along with slugs, and moon stalker worms. After a few minutes more, Toriel took over the flame. Frisk felt weak from using their magic longer than they ever had before. They excused themself to the next room over. They grabbed Flowey and plopped down into Torie'ls chair. They looked at him with half lidded eyes.

"What did that book say?" He whispered again.

"Huh?" Frisk did know what he was talking about, "Oh. Yeah." They remembered, "I didn't get to read anything. But she said that-"

"Who cares what she said. She was obviously lying!" he scoffed.

"Pffft. I know. But it's better to just trust her, than go around messing with her stuff," Frisk yawned. Flowey gave Frisk a sour face. Frisk didn't care. They were too tired to care.

"Hey- are you even listening?!" He growled. Frisk answered with a yawn. He threw his head back and rolled his eyes. "Chara, you are so useless sometimes. You would have dared me to-... You should go get it!" Flowey had an idea pop in his head.

"Why?" They closed their eyes.

"Because! You know she's hiding something from you! Just quickly steal it, read it, and put it back! Easy as pie!" Flowey egged them on. Frisk looked at him, slightly annoyed.

"If I take it, will you let me take a nap?" Flowey nodded. Frisk sighed heavily. Flowey's ideas never boded well for them. Once Flowey had an idea to bet Frisks bed in a snail race. The prize was a human poster that Napstablook left in the ruins. Frisk was forced to sleep on the floor for almost a month before they could buy it back from the Modsmals. Frisk shivered.

They left Flowey on the chair and walked to Toriel's room. They had been in there plenty times before. To sleep in Toriels bed with her, or just taking a book from her personal bookcase. They had never had the intention of taking something from in there without her direct permission. But, although, they pretended to be indifferent about the old book to Flowey; it really ate at them that Toriel... Their mother... would hide something from them. Not like a gift she wanted to keep a surprise, but something that seemed to be nothing. They opened her desk drawers and searched through them. After the third drawer they found the book! Well... Maybe. There were two books that sat next to the other. Frisk didn't turn on the light when they came in. So, the choice wasn't that simple. They had a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach that they had already wasted too much time in her room. So Frisk just decided to take them both. They shut the drawers tightly, hoping that Toriel wouldn't notice that something was out of place. They snuck out of the room and walked quickly to their own room. The stuffed the books under their pillow, then left. They made it back to the dining room and back to Toriel's chair. They leaned back with Flowey on their lap, yawning.

"Did you read it?! What did it say!" Flowey was extremely excited to discover what was in the forbidden book. Frisk ignored him, and fell asleep.

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"Frisk, Wake up!" Frisk's ears were attacked by Flowey's high pitched voice. They looked up to see Flowey holding their cheeks with his roots.

"What?" They asked in a smushed voice.

"Tell me what you read!" He had a very evil scowl on his face. Frisk put their hand in front of his face so they wouldn't have to look at him. They looked around them. It was dark. But they could still tell it was their room. They sat up and put flowey near their feet. They rubbed their eyes and reached over to turn on a light on a stand. They reached under their pillow and pulled out the books. Flowey was confused. "Why do you have two? Where did you get the second one?" He went to touch it with his root. Frisk smacked him away.

"You'll get dirt on it," They weren't very pleasant when Flowey woke them up. Frisk looked at both of them. One of them was definitely the one from earlier. The other one was similar to the first one. As if it was made by the same person. But the one seemed newer, and much nicer kept. Frisk opened it to the first page. It was simply put on the first page "Toriel's Diary".

"Oh, it's her diary. Good for her. Now let's see the one she was trying to hide," Flowey insisted on moving to the next one. Something in Frisk wanted to read this one. Maybe just skim through a few pages, read an entry here and there. They opened to a random page.

"He came again! This is almost the third month of our little get-togethers! He started off with a great one.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Wanda.

Wanda who?

Wanda hang out with me?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Control Freak.

Contro-

Okay, now you say control freak who." The pages went on and on with jokes. Some of them were knock knock jokes, some one liners. It made Frisk smile. Flowey couldn't care less. Frisk spent a good amount of time looking through the pages; laughing and snickering at all of the stupid jokes. Flowey would call them an idiot every time they read a joke out loud to him.

"Okay- okay," Frisk snorted, " Why did the skeleton want a friend?" They paused for drama, "Because... she was feeling bonely," They tried to hold in their laugher.

"These are dumb. You're an idiot for liking them," Flowey spouted out like a broken record. Frisk continued to read. But the passage ended there. They flipped the page. The page was filled with words rather than her jokes. Frisk read it.

"How could I be so careless?! I should just let them go if they wish... But... I love them so much. I will not be able to survive them leaving me. I have never been so attached to a child since Asriel and Chara," Frisk looked up at Flowey who didn't seem to care what they were doing now, "I loved my other children, but I did not nurse them back to health, like Frisk. I did not help them walk again. I did not teach them how to read. I did not show them how to use magic. I did not wash them so carefully, not to touch those disgusting bruises on their thighs! And they did not seem to want to stay either. But Frisk... They want me. They need me. But If they really try to run away tonight... Who am I to keep them trapped here?

But... enough with that... what is really troubling me is that 'Flowey' told them to. Flowey has told them to do a lot of things that they wouldn't know about. Once they said 'Howdy' to a Migosp. When I asked... Flowey was to blame... This flower can't be a real monster. It doesn't breath or move. I think I hear Frisk making a voice when talking to it in their room some times. Maybe one day I'll get Flowey alone..." The passage ended. Frisk was slightly confused. It took a drastic change from jokes, to Toriel worrying about them and questioning Flowey. They looked at the date. Their eyes opened up in a slight shock. They flipped the pages back and forth to make sure what they were reading was true. The dates seemed to be almost a year apart from the other.

"Maybe..." Frisk looked through the next few pages. Some of them were months apart, depending on how active Frisk was, or years apart. They read the latest entry.

"I don't know what to do for their birthday... I have thought about taking them into that little town with me... I know they would love it! Meeting new people, seeing new things. Oh they would be just over joyed! ... But... What if they were too fearful of the monsters there? They are much bigger and much more social with strangers than the little ones running around the ruins... And what Asgore decreed after Chara, I do not know if I could fight off a whole town if Frisk was discovered to be human. And that poor town would be subject to the Royal guards searches. They wouldn't leave unless they knew the human was gone or dead. The thought of my little child being hunted down... It makes me sick.

Besides that idea, I thought about going into town myself like normal; but I would bring back an armful of books. It may not be the best gift I could give them, but... Maybe when they are older I can take them. I plan to get them-"

Frisk shut the journal before reading any further. They didn't want to pry any further than they already had. They gave Flowey a worried look. He ignored them. His root reached for the second journal. He flipped it open. He read the first few sentences to himself.

"Yep. This is her too. But... I don't know if you'll be able to read all of this," He trailed off.

"Why not?" Frisk pushed down their feelings of guilt.

"Because I can't read all of it. I think it's from before the Underground," Frisk turned thier head, questioning him.

"What do you mean? Before the Underground?" Frisk remembered the stories they read so many times, "Oh. Like before the humans forced monsters under Mt. Ebott? How can you tell?" Frisk pulled Flowey so the book could be in both of the views.

"Back then, humans and monsters language and writing were the same. But during the war, the humans changed their alphabet, so the monsters wouldn't understand what they were planning if they stole their plans. The monsters did the same thing," Flowey flipped through the pages, "Some words are the same, or very similar, but it's almost a whole new thing," Flowey continued to flip through pages. Frisk could read some of the words passing by. Most of them monster words; others would remind them of the surface.

"Ah," Flowey stopped on a page, "I can read all of this," He looked up at Frisk.

"Go ahead, I'll be listening,".

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