WARNING! This chapters contains scenes that may be sensitive to some readers.
Frisk yawned as he woke up the following morning. He climbed down out of bed. As he was going to the living room, he paused at the flight of stairs. He decided to go downstairs and take a look. However, when he reached the bottom, he was greeted with a long gloomy tunnel. He began to proceed. Before he got far, he jumped as he heard Toriel right behind him.
"It's not safe down here. I think you should play upstairs instead." Toriel promptly took Frisk by the hand and half lead, half pulled him up the stairs. Frisk frowned as Toriel left. There was something down there, and clearly Toriel may not be as innocent as the he had thought. He decided to ask her a question he badly wanted an answer to. He approached Toriel in the living room. She was sitting in an armchair, reading a book.
"Toriel…when can I go home?" Her response send a chill down Frisk's spine.
"What? This…this IS your home now! Um, would you like to hear about this book I'm reading? It's called 72 uses for snails. How about it?"
"Thanks, but I would really rather know how to go back home please…my REAL home." Frisk spoke, a bit more impatiently. Toriel however, didn't respond to the question.
"How about an exciting snail fact?"
"No! Stop changing the subject and tell me how to go home!" Frisk almost shouted. Toriel sighed. She suddenly looked…tired.
"…I have to do something. Stay here." She then discarded the book and left towards the stairs. Frisk hurriedly followed her down. When he caught up to her, she spoke. But she did not sound as friendly as before.
"You wish to know how to return "home", do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the ruins. A one-way exit to the rest of the Underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again."
"But wh—" Frisk began, but was cut off.
"Be a good child, and go upstairs." Toriel proceeded onwards. Frisk chased after her.
"Wait! What about me?! I need to-" Once more he was cut off.
"Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it, again, and again. They come…they leave…they die. You naïve child…if you leave the ruins…they…Asgore…will kill you. I am only protecting you, don't you understand? Go to your room." She once more continued on. Her words sank into Frisk like knives. Others had been killed? His sense of fear was restored, but he didn't want to stay back down here forever. He chased on to try again. She turned and barked the order at him
"Do NOT try to stop me. This will be your final warning!" By now they were at the doors. What he assumed to be the entrance to the ruins.
"You want to leave so badly little one?" Toriel grunted. "You're just like the others. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself. Prove to me that you are strong enough to survive." Toriel faced him with a look of anger. Frisk backed up slightly.
"T-Toriel? What are you—" He was cut off by a magic fireball that Toriel summoned with her hand. He had to dive towards the wall to avoid the fireball, which smashed into the ground where he stood. Frisk stared at Toriel. "WAIT! WE CAN—" Toriel struck again, with the same attack. Without thinking, Frisk drew the toy knife from his pocket. Hes hadn't even realized he was clutching it in his hand. Toriel launched another attack. Frisk's fight or flight responses kicked in, and he drove the sharpened toy knife up, directly into the heart of Toriel. The fireball disappeared. Frisk put one hand to his mouth as he stepped back, horrified at what he had done. Toriel dropped to one knee.s
"U-Uggh…you…are stronger than I thought…listen to me, small one…if you go beyond this door…" Her voice began to fade. Frisk was struggling to hold back tears as he put a hand comfortingly on Toriel's shoulder. She continued, whispering into his ear.
"K-Keep…walking as…as far as you can…eventually…you will reach the exit…A…Asgore…do not…do not let…Asgore…take…your…soul…his plan…CANNOT…be allowed…to…succeed…" Frisk nodded. He was unable to utter any words. Blood dripped from the wound, staining the ground. Toriel looked up into his eyes.
"B…Be…good…won't…you? My…child…" Toriel slumped over and seemed to disintegrate into dust, even the blood vanishing. Frisk shuddered. The knife, now clean, lay at his feet. He picked it up, his hands trembling as he looked around the barren room. It was quiet. He got up on shaky feet and pushed through the doors. It was dark as he made his way through the tunnel. Suddenly, he saw something move. A flower. A flower that was directly in front of him.
Flowey giggled. "I hope you like your choice." Frisk held the knife in front of him. His lip was quivering and his hands were shaky. Flowey stared back. It was almost as if he knew that Frisk was too scared to move.
"After all, it's not as if you can go back and change fate…in this world…it's kill…or be killed. That old hag thought she could break the rules. She tried so hard to save you…humans. But when it came down to it…" The evil smile once more spread across Flowey's face.
"She couldn't even save herself." A single tear slid from Frisk's face as Flowey sank into the ground, the evil laugh still echoing off the walls.