Harry would like to claim his first meeting with Toriel- there was a pun in there somewhere, wasn't there?- went splendidly. They talked and became fast friends, before she welcomed them into her home and fed them delicious mouth-watering pie.
Of course, that is what he would liked to say happened. To be honest, the first moment he laid eyes upon the Motherly Goat Moster, Harry's first thought had been 'Oh God, the fall actually killed us.' The first words he spoke to her had been "This is Hell, isn't is?"
It had taken her a bit to convience him that:
'No, this was not hell',
'No, they were not dead',
'Yes, I am sure'.
'Yes, a patch of golden flowers actually did save your lives'
Harry was still skeptical on that last one though decided to keep it to himself when her hands had glowed with something she claimed was healing magic to check on Frisk. Thankfully there were no internal injuries like he had first theorized, it was only after he was certain Frisk would be okay that the Goat Lady had introduced herself.
"I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down You two are the first humans to come here in a long time. Come! I will guide you through the catacombs."
And that was when it had clicked:
Toriel the Tutorial.
Maybe this was some subtle form of Hell after all.
They stepped on him.
They stepped on him.
He, who was a Prince, no a God!
How dare they step on him!
How had they not seen him? Had they not noticed his deceptively adorable face amongst those buttercups?...
It was possible, after all he usually hid there because no one noticed him. Hide a tree in a forest and a flower in a field after all.
Alright, so maybe it wasn't all their fault this time. He'd just have to run his usually retinue a bit later then normal.
Which was why Flowey had followed the Fallen Human holding Frisk and the self-exiled Queen who once was his Mother. It was easy, all he had to do was wait for Toriel to leave the human like she usually did. He didn't even have to wait long. Preening himself, Flowey ducked under the ground and reappeared in front of the Fallen Human with a bright smile.
"Howd-"
Only to be once more crushed under heel by the Fallen Human as the other swiftly made his way down the long hallway, never once noticing the flower that had appeared directly under his foot while he was midstep. Once more, Flowey fount himself staring directly at the cavern ceiling with a prominent shoeprint on his face. After a moment, Flowey narrowed his eyes; one way or another he would gain the Fallen Human's attention.
Though Harry wouldn't admit it, he was a bit relieved to finally reach Toriel's home.
Despite what many would assume it wouldn't be due to the residents of the RUINS that made him so eager to hide within the cozy but rather the yellow flowers. They must have been rather popular here as he swore he stepped upon at least one within every new chamber he entered, Hell he had even fallen upon one once when the floor had given away under him.
At least in Toriel's home, all the flowers where kept tucked safely away within their vases.
And then there was the Cinnamon-Butterscotch Pie...
Well at least now he had solid proof this place wasn't Hell after all.
They woke within an all too familiar room within an all too familiar bed.
There was the fragrance of Cinnamon-Butterscotch Pie scenting the air.
Toriel's.
It took them a moment to register everything.
Despite all their careful planning They had fallen...
Again.
Harry must have woken and carried them here as they couldn't recall anything after falling- There went another of their plans, it was hard to ditch someone when they woke before you after all.
Now they were at Toriel's...
Quickly their head snapped to where the self-exiled Queen would usually place their piece of pie only to be met by wooden floor.
...Where was their pie?
"Harry, you pig, Give me back my piece of pie!"
A soft crackle left the older of the two as he ran in circles around Toriel's chair as his younger Nibling chased after him.
"Never!"
"You already ate yours, that ones mine!"
"Finder Keepers!"
"You took it off my floor!"
"I also licked it!"
"Lair!"
"Well okay, I didn't actually lick it," The emerald eyed teen admitted before grinning widely, "But I'm going to. "
"Wha? No! Don't you dare lick my pie!"
"You can get another piece!"
"I don't want another. That piece is Mine!"
Grinning widley, the elder of the two brought the plate towards his face and quickly licked the pastry.
"Not anymore~"
For a moment, Frisk just stared with wide brown eyes before Harry swore their eyes flashed a startling shade of red only moment before a battle cry filled the air and the world went black.
