A/N Everything Undertale belongs to Toby Fox; Ginny, as well as anything unfamiliar, is of my creation.
Finally reaching the clothes store, Toriel bought a few shirts, pairs of pants, and socks—she would save the more private clothes for Ginny herself to get. Once she woke up, she hoped to talk to her and explain her whole reasoning for going to the orphanage to talk about Frisk. When she thought back to the incident, Ginny had probably misunderstood, or hadn't quite heard the whole story. So, she figured the sooner everything was straightened out, the better.
One article of clothing that she thought was really cute was dark-denim short overalls. There had been a mannequin modeling the overalls, as well as a T-shirt, stockings, and short boots. She decided to simply get the overalls, in case Ginny liked styles other than shirts and pants. She also got a couple of dresses; she thought about getting sandles as well, but recalled that buying shoes was difficult for human to do, let alone buying a pair as a present. So, she left it alone for the time being.
Once that was finished, she let Frisk pick out some clothes for themselves: two shirts—one in a plain color, and the other with a skull and crossbones on the front—two pairs of pants, some socks and underwear, and a sock cap for when winter came.
Though Toriel didn't buy any clothes for herself, she did find a sewing kit.
Though monsters had used gold as currency, finding an abundance of it below the mountain, they couldn't use it in human shops. Eventually, an exchange rate was figured out so that they could exchange gold for human currency. There were still some tweaks to figure out, but it had been largely decided on. Though many monsters bemoaned the loss of their familiar currency, they were happy to learn the human way so they could still shop and sell their goods.
Once they were finished clothes shopping, with their purchases fitting in one large bag, they walked to the grocery store. Toriel loved cooking, and tried to use as many fresh ingredients as possible. They went grocery shopping every week, so she would plan out their meals in advance, and would get the ingredients for said meals. But she would also get various snacks—all the while, telling Frisk not to eat too much at a time between meals, so as not to spoil their appetite, or make themselves sick. And sometimes, she would get ingredients for a dessert, whether it was cake, cookies, or pie.
Just as they were looking at the bread, Frisk saw two familiar faces. "Hi, Sans and Papyrus!" they called out, waving.
"AH, TINY HUMAN AND TORIEL!" Papyrus exclaimed happily. On his arm was a shopping basket, filled with items for spaghetti, as well as a couple of cookbooks that were, surprisingly, not completely about spaghetti. Sans was balancing a basket on his head, which merely carried the biggest bottle of ketchup the grocery store supplied. "HOW IS THE TALL HUMAN? HAVE THEY AWOKEN?"
"No, not yet," Toriel sighed, glancing at her phone to see if there were any texts or missed calls. "M.W. is keeping an eye on her while Frisk and I do some shopping."
"A NOBLE THING FOR HER TO DO!" Papyrus declared, looking among the bread until deciding to get a loaf of buttery bread. Having little to no room in his basket, he dropped it into Sans's. "SANS AND I WERE PERUSING FOR OUR OWN KITCHEN!"
"That's us as well. Once we're finished, we'll be walking home ourselves."
"NONSENSE! I WOULD BE HAPPY TO DRIVE THE TWO OF YOU HOME!"
"he got his license recently," Sans explained, finally taking his basket into his hands. "and he bought his new car just this morning."
"Really? You don't think it's too soon?"
"IT'S NEVER TOO SOON TO BUY A NEW CAR! ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE ONE TO BEGIN WITH. I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO DRIVE EVERYONE HOME!"
"Well, if you insist, Papyrus," Toriel smiled, finally choosing a whole wheat loaf and dropping it into her shopping cart. "I haven't been in a car yet, actually, so this should be an exciting new experience!"
"FABULOUS! THEN LET'S HURRY UP AND CHECK OUT!" He began trotting towards the registers, the items in his basket nearly bouncing out.
"slow down, paps," Sans chuckled. "tori and the kid might need more things."
"No, we're pretty much finished," Toriel shook her head as the three of them followed Papyrus.
Once they were all checked out, carrying their bags—Papyrus had wanted to insist on carrying them all, but had been talked down from it, with Toriel saying he was already doing so much in driving them home—they walked out onto the parking lot. Holding his bags in one arm, Papyrus fished a key ring out of his pocket. On it was one large key with several buttons, a little skull keychain, and a smaller house-key. He pressed one of the buttons with his thumb, and one of the several cars chirped. "you forget where we parked?" Sans asked.
"NO, I JUST ENJOY HEARING THE SOUND!" Papyrus answered cheerfully, marching in the direction of his car. The others followed after him, smiling or laughing at his response. "TA-DA!"
The car he was posing next to was a red convertible with two rows of seating, including the driver and passenger seats. The top was down, revealing soft brown leather seating, and there was a pair of fluffy dice hanging off of the rear view mirror.
"Ooh, very nice, Papyrus!" Toriel admired. "It's just your color."
"WHY, THANK YOU," he beamed, unlocking the car and opening the driver's side door. "AS SOON AS I SAW IT, I KNEW I HAD TO HAVE IT!"
"should'a seen the guy's face when papyrus barely blinked at the price," Sans recalled, setting his grocery bag on the floor of the back seat; his feet didn't reach the ground at all. "one of the other guys said it was probably the fastest deal made he had ever seen."
"I'm glad things went smoothly," Toriel said as she helped Frisk get fastened in the child's seat in the back. It obviously hadn't come with the car, so it made her feel warm that the brothers were looking out for their best interest. One of the things she had learned was when a child was in a car, they needed a special seat, and that it was only after they were a certain age and/or weight, they could sit on a normal car seat.
As soon as the bags were put away and everyone was seated in—Papyrus in the driver seat, Toriel in the passenger seat, and Sans and Frisk in the back seats—he turned the key in the ignition. It started with a chuff, and let out a loud purr. "I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER GET TIRED OF THAT!" he said giddily, nearly bouncing in his seat as he pulled out of the parking space.
"hey toriel, how's ginny?" Sans asked, leaning forward and tapping on her arm.
"... Largely the same. I have no clue if she's stirred at all, or if there was any change at all. Where she hit her head looks healed... but I don't know if there's any damage inside. Damage that I won't be able to heal." She looked down at her clenched paws. "My healing magic can only heal exterior damage. Nothing on the inside."
"hey, you did your best. it was my fault for not getting her to a proper hospital."
As the car drove down the street, coming to complete stops at red lights and stop signs, she sighed, "Maybe once we get home, if there's still no change, I'll take her to th—!"
Out of nowhere, a random car drove in front of Papyrus, despite their light being red; if they were looking fast enough, they would have seen the driver was scrolling on their smartphone, barely paying attention to the road.
Papyrus slammed on the break as hard as he could. The car skidded to a stop with a loud screech, nearly bouncing off of its back tires. Everyone was pitched forward, only saved by their seatbelts. Papyrus's head snapped forward with a crack, though his groan of pain and his hand moving to the back of his neck showed that there was no serious damage. Toriel managed to lean back and brace her feet against the floor of the car. Sans's head nearly smashed into the back of her seat, but he got away with barely a tap; his arm had immediately shot in front of Frisk, as if shielding them from somehow flying out of their seat.
The driver of the other car was startled to a stop by the loud screech. They glared at the red car and blared their horn before taking off.
The car sat in the middle of the street for several more minutes while everyone caught their breath. "Is everyone all right?" Toriel asked.
"me and the kid are good, yeah?" Sans asked Frisk. They nodded numbly.
"OW, MY NECK HURTS," Papyrus groaned, still rubbing the back of his vertebrae.
"Where does it hurt?"
"... EVERYWHERE? I FEEL LIKE MY HEAD NEARLY POPPED OFF!"
"I don't think I'd dare heal it myself," Toriel sighed. "If I use my healing on places that don't need it, I could hurt you more."
"IT'S ALL RIGHT, TORIEL," he grunted, finally driving the car off to the side of the road. Luckily, no one else was honking at him to move. While no one was stopping to help or ask if everyone was okay, people were passing by with looks of concerned aimed their way. "I'LL JUST DRIVE TO THE HOSPITAL—"
"—ehhh, i don't think that's a good idea, paps," Sans interrupted. "you might hurt yourself more."
"BUT HOW WILL I GET THERE? NO ONE ELSE WITH US HAS A DRIVER'S LIC—"
They were interrupted, yet again. But this time, it was by loud sirens. A firetruck passed them by, lights flashing and sirens blaring.
"THEY'RE GOING IN THE DIRECTION OF UNDYNE'S GYM!"