Dark Corners
Chapter 1.
Here we go, finally getting on the story I have been wanting to write for a while now.
This story is one of the major reasons I started a new Undertale chronology in the first place.
It was early in the morning on a Saturday, the light of the sun letting itself in through the windows to alert everyone to the new day. Toriel was fast still sound asleep in her room, when her bedroom door suddenly opened. It was her recently restored son, Asriel Dreemurr.
He scurried to his mother's bed and looked closely at her face.
"Mom," he called softly, prodding her arm, "Momma, wake up."
It did not take long for Toriel to stir, her eyes opening halfway.
"Asriel," she asked groggily, "what is it, dear?"
"Mom," Asriel said excitedly, "it's morning!"
The goat woman glanced at her bedside clock and saw that it was only 7:00 a.m..
"What are you doing up so early?" Toriel inquired with a yawn.
"You said we'd try do that thing today!" her son affirmed.
"Yes," Toriel replied, "but, the courthouse does not open until 8:00 a.m.."
"I know," Asriel said, "that's why I thought we could get up early and get ready."
"Darling," his mother assured him, "we have all day, we do not have to be ready the moment the courthouse opens."
the goat child looked a bit disappointed.
"Where is Frisk?" Toriel asked.
"Still sleeping." Asriel answered.
"Give it a little more time," his mother offered, "we will let Frisk wake up, on his own, then, once we are all up, we will talk about it over breakfast, okay?"
"Okay." the goat boy relented.
He then left the room and Toriel rested back down on her pillow with a smile.
It was about an hour and a half later that Toriel and Asgore were up and making breakfast, with the help of Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, and the recently restored Dr. Gaster, while Asriel was still in his room, waiting as patiently as he could for Frisk to wake up. They had decided that, today, Frisk could sleep as long as he wanted, because, it was a special day.
Finally, as the smell of breakfast filled the air, Frisk finally began to stir, much to Asriel's excitement.
"Good morning, Frisk!" Asriel said as the human child sat up in bed, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
"Good morning." Frisk replied, rubbing his eyes.
He looked around curiously.
"What time is it?" the human boy asked.
"About 8:30." Asriel answered.
"Oh," Frisk yawned, "guess I slept in a bit."
"That's okay," Asriel responded, "come on, Mom and Dad should have breakfast just about ready."
Down in the kitchen, Asgore, Toriel, and the others were just getting the bountiful breakfast, that they had planned since yesterday, ready for the family. Alphys finally made her way to kitchen, having just woken up herself and was shocked by the amount of food on the table. Eggs, pancakes, waffles, french toast, bacon, ham, muffins, bagels, fresh fruit salad, it was probably the biggest breakfast she had ever seen.
"Wowie," Papyrus said, "I can't believe how much food we made in an hour."
"You know that we are no stranger to preparing meals," Toriel voiced proudly, "and it makes a difference to have extra pairs of hands in the kitchen."
She got out a stack of plates from the cupboard.
"That being said," she added, "thank you all for getting up so early to help us."
"Sure thing," Undyne said, "it's important after all."
"I have little experience in the kitchen," Gaster said, "but, it takes nothing to lend a hand when needed."
It was then Asriel and Frisk finally made it to the kitchen.
"Good morning everyone," Asriel said, tugging on Frisk's arm, "look who's up!"
Everyone collectively said "Good morning" to Frisk.
"Good morning everyone." the human boy replied.
His eyes quickly went wide as he noticed the abundant amount of food on the table.
"Whoa," Frisk responded in amazement, "what's all this food for?"
"It's for you, kiddo." Sans stated.
Frisk smiled as he was picked up by Dr. Gaster and placed in a chair at the breakfast table, Asriel wasted no time getting in the chair next to him.
"This all looks so good," Frisk said, "but, I don't remember doing anything recently to get this."
"It is not about what you have done, Frisk," Toriel affirmed, setting a glass down in front the human child, "it is about what we want to do for you."
She opened the fridge.
"First," the goat woman asked, "what would you like to drink?"
"Iced Tea, please." the human boy requested.
Toriel happily filled his glass for him, afterwards she took a seat at the table, as did the rest of the family. Everyone was quick to fill their plates with a big helping of the breakfast feast.
"So, Frisk," Toriel inquired as the human child started eating a muffin, "how have you enjoyed living here with all of us?"
"You have to ask?" Frisk giggled, swallowing a mouthful of muffin, "It's been more than I could ever ask for, more than I thought I could ever have!"
He smiled as he cut into a pancake.
"I really don't know how I can make my appreciation of all of this," the human boy expressed, "of all of you any more clear."
"So...you would be for staying with us...permanently?" Asgore offered.
Frisk paused as he was shoveling bite after bite of pancake into his mouth, swallowing before he spoke again.
"Well..." he said awkwardly, "I had thought that was the plan...I had hoped that was the plan."
"What he means, Frisk," Toriel voiced, handing both Frisk and Asriel a napkin, "is that we were thinking about making this arrangement legally official."
The human child cocked his head inquisitively.
"We have looked into it," the goat woman continued, "and we were thinking about...maybe going to the courthouse and pushing for your adoption."
Frisk's curious expression gradually turned hopeful as what she said registered with him.
"Like, you mean...you adopting me..." he asked for clarification, "for realsies?"
"We heard that if we take it up with the courthouse," Toriel, her enthusiasm growing as she spoke, "there are papers we can sign and if we do then legally you will be our son."
"And my brother!" Asriel uttered giddily, tugging on Frisk's arm.
The human child started bouncing excitedly in his chair.
"Yes, yes," Frisk expressed ecstatically, "please, I want that, please do it, please!"
Everyone laughed in response to the human boy's excitement.
"Okay," Asgore said, brimming with joy, "once we finish breakfast, we will get ready and go to the courthouse."
In response to that, Frisk immediately began shoveling as much food as he could manage into his mouth, actually attempting to swallow it all at once.
"For the love of God, kiddo," Sans exhorted, grabbing Frisk's wrist, "pace yourself before you choke!"
Let's see if this can turn out nearly as well as it has in my head.