Author note: Let's get on with the story you don't want to hear me grumble about autocorrect and crappy spell check am I right? No one wants to hear about my complicated method of having a grammar and writing sync up.

I finally made it back to Toriel's house and the fire trail I was following just faded away like it never existed. I open the door, bordering on slamming it. Honestly, I'm too tired to really look around at getting a feel for her family from pictures or the décor. The guest bed was calling my name as I lay down on the incredibly soft and fluffy bed in which sleep overtakes me.

I look around, and there's not much I can see. Around me is fog, smoke, and haze. I could hear the music playing on an acoustic guitar with a jazzy trombone. They didn't seem like they should go or even play together, but at this moment, they sounded well together using only a jazzy and relaxing melody.

"How did you like our first meeting, Frisk?"

I could feel arms around me but couldn't see them. "It would've been great even lovely if you showed your face to me. Are you afraid?"

"Curious aren't you doll? I knew I wouldn't be around long or be able to stay. Why give you a taste if I know you will be disappointed when I can't stay right next to you?"

"I don't believe that's the truth but then again what do I know? Apparently, you're really here."

"If you don't believe me, you could just read the letter I left you."

"Let's not worry about that right now. Let's just relax. I kind of want to cuddle with you."

"Whatever you want kitten I'm all yours."

He repositioned me in his arms, and I could feel the outline of his body, but I still can't see him. I can feel his kisses on my face and nuzzling my neck. It made me feel so warm and gooey.

"I feel so at peace with you right now."

"Me too, babe. Right now, we're doing my favorite things, lazing around and being with you."

"Hey there sleepyhead, good morning!"

Obviously, this was Toriel speaking with her very distinct voice. She has the air of a morning person so it's not surprising she would be the one waking me up. Did she hear me walk in last night or did I talk in my sleep? I barely remember coming home. Most of last night felt like a dream. Nevermind. Until I've had my coffee, I will treat it as such...just a dream...

Even though I went to sleep bordering on a zombie-like attention as per habit, I put my phone on the end table next to the bed. Whether it's my house or not, that is my golden rule of keeping an unbroken and impossible to lose a phone. Apparently, Toriel put the phone on the charger where my sleeping mind forgot. Already I love this woman like she's my best friend.

"Good morning, Toriel," I say as I sit up to stretch.

"Good morning sweetie! I was really worried about you! I was worried you wouldn't know how to get back to the ruins, but I'm glad to see that you made it back okay and even slept through the night."

"Thank you for the concern. It was a bit of a twisting and winding route, but I made it. Though speaking of home, I would like to know how to get back to my home, Toriel. I need to get back to the surface! People are waiting on me, and my roommate is probably worried sick about me!" I honestly want to leave urgently.

"Let me go get you some breakfast, and maybe you'll be hungry enough to eat the dinner I left last night."

Now I know Toriel is avoiding the conversation. What could be so bad that I can't go through the rest of the path to the exit? Am I her prisoner now? Does she want to keep me as a pet? Whatever the reason is, I can't wait, and I'm going to try to get out of here.

I look around the dining room, and she brings over pancakes and a piece of pie to the table. It's never too early for dessert in the morning. She even brought out the homemade maple syrup and it turned out absolutely delicious. I don't talk much during my meal so it looks like she took the hint though, seeming sad and disappointed. I try to seem blasé but I know I am hurting her feelings about the whole thing. I feel guilty but she's not answering me about getting back to the surface. Her body language tells me she doesn't want to either.

I may have called Stephanie and let the cops have an idea of where I am but, this cavern was undiscovered for over two hundred years even when they were building the tourist trap that sits on top of the mountain. Do they think they can dig through this place? The entire cavern was left untouched, hidden, and must have a strong magical barrier for some reason. Something is making this place almost impossible to get out of here too. Well, the best way to get answers from someone who won't divulge is to be friendly and courteous as possible. The more someone likes and thinks you are kind, the more willing they're to share things unwittingly. It's a bit mean-spirited and not my way of doing things but what else can I do?
"I don't know much about you. May I ask what is your name?" Said Toriel with a smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, it's Frisk Jones."

"Frisk is a beautiful and unique name."

"I would think so. I'm the only person I know with the name. My name was a combination of my mother Francesca and my dad Isaac."

"Do you love your family?"

I stare at her. "Yeah, they were great! They were supportive and ambitious. I learned a lot from both of them like, Spanish from my mom and my dad taught me about reading people for who they are. I love them."

While I don't know her well, I wouldn't want to wear out my welcome, and I want to get back to my life. I have auditions, tryouts, and for Pete's sake, I have rent to pay. Regardless of what's going on down here, it's where I belong, and the mystery man or anything won't derail me going home. She left me alone at the kitchen dining table after picking up her dirty plate signaling the end of the conversation.

The way that Toriel was acting I think, no I knew she was hiding something, had some strange reason for not telling me. She knows how to get me out of here, but whatever it is it's hurting her. Maybe I just need to explore the house now that I'm feeling better. After finishing my breakfast, I take my plate to the kitchen and leave it on the counter. I take a peek at Toriel, who was pointedly ignoring me, so I decide maybe I'm not going to keep pushing her and instead let her decide when to talk to me.

Even though Toriel never gave me a full-fledged in-depth tour, I at least had a feeling of where I was going since I saw most of her home last night through my worn out mind. The hall was painted yellow, kind of like the room I was in. As I walk to the end of the hall, I notice a door that's wide open. My curiosity piqued, I look inside and see that it's fully furnished. It must be Toriel and her husband's room since the bed was enormous! Big enough for the giant goat lady and her husband that's for sure. I see the room has a touch of them both regardless of not having met the husband yet. There was a medium sized bookshelf brimming with books. There's even a book on human history, yoga, medieval weaponry, gardening and oddly some joke books. There was a dresser with a vanity seat and assortment of makeup and beauty products with some labeled with a brand called MTT. There was MTT Horn Shiner, MTT Fur Enhancer, and MTT Teeth Whitening and Floss. I think ruefully to myself, no matter where you go beauty products will always be a thing.

"Frisk where are you? Can you come into the living room for a moment? I need to take some measurements." Oh god, what is she up to?!

So there I was standing on a stool while Toriel was taking measurements of me with a cloth tape measure. I feel uncomfortable, incredibly silly, and it didn't help that there was an awkward silence. Someone needs to break the ice so I might as well be the one to do it, right?

"Toriel when you left, I made a wrong turn, and I saw a plaque on the wall that said all the monsters here in the ruins were relocated. So, why were there monsters roaming around in the ruins last night?"

"Oh them? They are miners. Every day or so monsters in the capital come all the way out here to mine the resources. Some of the oldest parts of the Underground are structurally unsound to live in and have caved in often. Even with the support beams and magic holding the ceiling. Still, it has a wealth of minerals and resources we can use elsewhere for construction or building materials for everyday use. They are there doing us a service maintaining these tunnels, so a little noise late at night is not much of a problem. I only come out the house to check on the garden and humans who may fall, but since you arrived, I fortified the opening so no human can accidentally fall in here again."

What!? So one worry is gone, and another worry replaces it. How am I supposed to get out of here?

"Toriel I honestly need to know how to get out of here. My friends and family miss me and are looking for me. I was able to call them so they should have started a police hunt and they have an idea of where I am. Let's make it easier on them by showing me the way out of here."

Her face had a glint of sorrow "Oh excuse me; I have to take care of something if you excuse me I'll take care of that." She drops the clothing measure on the table and scurries off.

Oh no, you are not getting away Toriel! You're going tell me what is going on here!
" Toriel wait we need to talk about this-Toriel!" I start running after her where she heads towards hall to that leads to a basement. Keeping up with her is harder than I thought but how did I expect to keep up with an 8-foot monster in the first place was anyone's guess.

Reaching the basement, she stops and turns her head. She gives me a stern look as if I was a child, "Frisk, go back upstairs. It's for your own good."

" Toriel I'm an adult I don't need a lecture or anyone to protect me." Not today Toriel. You're great, but I can't be here forever.
I gave chase falling behind her as she started to walk faster and faster before we stopped at a giant ornate door that reached the high ceiling.

"Frisk you can't leave. I won't allow you to go out there."

" Toriel you can't do this. I need to go I can't live underground forever!"

She turns to face me. "If this is how you want to be Frisk, you're going have to fight me."

"Toriel please don't do this."

At that moment the room went dark. Everything went dark, and I realized she initiated a real FIGHT like she loosely told me about yesterday. I could see my soul right in front of me, a very deep and vibrant red soul in the shape of a heart. The [ACT] [FIGHT] [ITEMS] [SPARE] buttons are right in front me. Remembering the little speech about bad consequences for those who kill, I wasn't going to take a chance whether it's true or not. She wasn't telling me everything and thinks she knows best, but she does truly care about everyone. She has better things to do than to lie to a proverbial stranger.
I press [ACT]. Here goes nothing, what do I got to lose?

"Toriel we don't have to do this. We can go upstairs and talk like adults about this there's no need to fight."

She continues to look at me sternly and starts throwing fireballs at my soul. I willed my soul to move and jump like I do when I'm sparring.

She finally stopped her volley. Now she also looked angry.

"Fine, you won't answer me. Please whatever it is, it can't be so bad that you can't tell me. Toriel we can go upstairs, and I can give your son the Wi-Fi password to the attraction on the mountain."

She avoids eye contact to try ignoring me and started to throw way too many fireballs at my soul. I couldn't dodge them all at once and immediately I see my HP drop from a full 100 down to 2. I'm down on my knees. I hit [SPARE].

" Toriel please." I can hear a roaring in my ears as I feel myself fading. I should feel scared, but I need to hang on.

Toriel's resolve was wavering. Still, she could barely look at me. She was throwing fireballs above my head.

I hit [SPARE] again. " Toriel please I don't want to fight I just want to talk about this there has to be another way."

I can get through to her I know I can, she has a good heart. She has to at least listen to me. Toriel looked into my eyes, but I felt my vision blur right before I hit the ground. She must have been holding me because I felt warm and softness all around me.
Great. I fell into unconsciousness again; I need to stop doing that.

I am laying on a soft and squishy sofa, and my head was slightly spinning. I slowly take stock of my surroundings seeing a still steaming cup of tea and another cup that I wasn't paying much mind to it, with a huge slice of pie giving off a warm and comforting aroma that was making my mouth water. Toriel was sitting nearby in an arm chair with a book in hand attempting to read it but casts a worried glance at my body. I wake up, and her face lights up from being glad to see that I was okay. I was fine although as I turned, I winced at the pain my body decided to manifest. I was trying to sit up when she rushed to my side.

"Hello? Frisk? I see you're awake. I made you some butterscotch cinnamon pie. I wasn't sure if you would like it or if you're allergic...it's my way to apologize. I was so desperate to keep you here, I hurt you so badly I almost crippled you...that was wrong of me, and you're right, we're both adults, and we can talk this through without getting violent."

The look on Toriel's face was devastating. She exuded so much guilt and remorse for taking things to that extreme, and she had all the signs to suggest she was crying earlier. Her concern was still visible on her face as she tried to compose herself for my sake.

"Oh no, I'm not allergic to cinnamon or butterscotch." My mind was still spinning. I answered it automatically though not really able to respond to the rest of it.

"Well, in that case, take a bite. It will have you feeling better in no time." She passed the plate of Butterscotch cinnamon pie with whipped cream on top and a fork on its side. I would've been suspicious if I wasn't in excruciating pain to care.

I took a bite and the next thing I know, I couldn't stop tearing through that slice. I barely noticed there was a glass of milk placed next to me.

"Frisk?"

Mmmmm, my mouth was full of pie. If she ever decides on selling these, I will gladly be her spokeswoman. I'll even wear a pie suit and do a dance on TV if I can get more of this pie.

"Can I explain to you, why I don't want you to leave?"

"Sure sure."

"Well...it all starts back to the last person who fell before you. He was critically injured as you were, but I didn't heal him. I kept him stable enough to carry him to the Underground's capital hospital as per my agreement to have one of my homes in the ruins. My family and I are the only ones who get to see the sunlight from the opening in the mountain and the only ones with any access to the outside world. No one else in the underground has that privilege. The tradeoff is the mining but also taking all the humans whether injured or otherwise to the capital's hospital to be cared for and healed. Unfortunately, what I heard from the doctor's and nurse's discussions is that this is pointless and our king … KING SANS will just kill the human, regardless of the condition he was in. So you see, I didn't want to let you go to be murdered like I know the others that have fallen before you."

Final note I'm sorry for all these cliff hangers but it's impossible to stop. Especially when the story is so planned out. Also not every dream is or has to be sexually explicit or smutty sometimes their fluffy and cute but they all have a reason for existing. Also, someone thinks this is reader and Sans. This is Frisk and Sans. You can imagine yourself in Frisk shoes sure but don't describe this as much when you're talking about the story it grates on my nerves. Readers' centric stories do their damnedest to make the character as non-descript as possible and have the distinct fame of putting the whole blank space for your name. Frisk has a curvy body shape, purple eyes, long brown hair and olive tone skin. I'm making damn sure that this story's version of Frisk is the farthest thing from the reader. To ensure she has a personality all her own. Please if you enjoy my story recommend it if you want. Though keep in mind this story goes one other place first on ao3 then to . Well, other sentimental value it's because it introduced me to fandom in the first place. It's a sturdy website and has less chance of deleting my entire story in one shot because the servers have gone screwy. It's in the fine print when you sign up for the site that's a possibility of your whole story getting wiped out and you having to re-upload.