For the rest of the day, Toriel sat in her arm chair by the fireplace, reading to Frisk a book about interesting snail facts whilst the child curled up on her lap, feeling safe and secure which was something she had felt ever since her birth mother sadly passed away.
"Toriel" the little girl piped up "are you going to make me go back to the surface?"
"Now why do you think that my child?" Toriel asked, closing her book and setting it aside "I already told you that you can stay with me as long as you need, you don't have to go back to the surface if you don't want to."
"I know but what if the other monsters find out I'm here and they don't like me and they want to hurt me" Frisk stated, her voice shaking "what if they want to hurt me, just like my daddy hurt me."
"Now you listen to me Frisk" Toriel replied, gently placing her paws on the little girl's shoulders and looked at her directly in the eyes "as long as you remain with me, nothing bad will happen to you, nothing do you hear me?" Frisk nodded "good girl, now I think it's time you went to bed, it seems to be getting late."
"Can't I stay up a little longer?" the child pleaded despite letting out a huge yawn "I'm not tired." The girl let out another yawn and Toriel chuckled, patting Frisk on the head.
"I think all that yawning is telling me otherwise" she mused before standing up from her chair with Frisk clinging to her, continuing to protest that she wasn't tired as she slowly closed her eyes and Toriel carried the child to her room and gently placed her on the bed before tucking her in.
"Sleep well my child" she whispered, stroking the girl's hair in an almost motherly fashion, the expression on her face being that of someone who was remembering something "I won't let anything bad happen to you, I promise." Toriel then gently placed a kiss on the sleeping child's forehead before quietly leaving the room.
Frisk's eyes shot open and she found herself laying in a rather familiar place and as she slowly sat up, she realised that she was back in her bedroom closet, the one place she always went to when she wanted to hide from her father when he was drunk and violent, she also began to wonder if she had been sleeping all this time and that her falling into the underground, meeting Toriel and Flowey had been some weird dream, but it couldn't have been had it, it had felt so real.
"Francesca" the angry, drunken shouts of her father snapped the girl out of her thoughts and as she heard him stomping up the stairs and towards her room, the terrified Seven year old curled herself up in a ball and began to shake uncontrollably with fear, hyperventilating as she heard his footsteps drawing nearer and it wasn't long until the closet door flew open and the large, drunken man grabbed the little girl by the hair and dragged her from safety.
"Did you think you could hide from me?" he growled, kicking the tiny child as she let out a pained cry "don't you know that no matter how much you hide from me, I'll always find you." After kicking her some more, he snatched the crying and shaking child up from the floor and threw her on the bed before pinning her down.
"No daddy stop" the child pleaded but the only response she got was a slap round the face.
"This is all your fault you little bitch" the huge ma that was pinning her down snarled " it's your fault you're mommy died, it's your fault I ended up like this" his angry expression then suddenly changed to what looked like a smirk "I think it's time you made it up to me, don't you, I think it's time you showed daddy just how sorry you are for causing all of this."
"Daddy, no, please stop" the little girl begged, tears streaming down her face as he began to pull at her clothes "noooooooooooooo."
It was the middle of the night when Toriel was awoken to the sound of screaming and her motherly instincts soon kicked in when she realized where the screaming was coming from and she quickly rushed to Frisk's room to find the child thrashing around as though she was trying to fight off someone.
"Get off me, stop it, daddy, stop, I don't like it" she screamed as Toriel quickly rushed to her side and immediately attempted to wake her up by gently shaking her "daddy no, you're hurting me, stop it, get off me."
"Frisk, my child, it's okay, it's only me" Toriel replied, gently shaking the girl awake who then sat up, panting and eyes wide open "Frisk?" the girl turned her head to face the goat like monster before bursting into tears.
"My D-daddy, he found me hiding and he started kicking me" the child replied, hiccuping between sobs "he then threw me onto a bed and pinned me down, saying it was my fault my mommy died and why he was the way he was and that I had to make it up to him and then and then" she drew a shuddering gasp as she found herself unable to go on.
"It's okay dear, you we're just having a nightmare, but everything's okay now" Toriel reassured the little girl, gently wiping her tears from her cheeks.
"I, I don't want him to find me here, please don't let him find me here" Frisk sobbed as her shoulders began to move up and down and her breathing quickened as she had another panic attack.
"Frisk, my child, just try to stay calm okay" Toriel urged when she noticed that the little girl was struggling to catch her breath, gently placing her paws on her shoulders "take it easy, just breath okay, watch me" she began taking big deep breaths, urging Frisk to follow along with her and once the child managed to catch her breath, she whimpered and clung to her new guardian's arm, silently sobbing "there, is that better?" the child nodded silently as more tears rolled down her cheeks" good girl and don't worry, you're daddy will not hurt you anymore, you're safe with me and like I said before, I won't let anything bad happen to you" she began singing some kind of lullaby and Frisk's eyes slowly began to close until she was completely asleep and Toriel gently layed her down before quietly slipping out the room, knowing that it was obvious that the child was deeply traumatized by the abuse she had been subjected to and vowed that she was going to give the child a much better life than the one she had before.
The next morning, Frisk was awoken to the familiar smell of butter-scotch and cinnamon smile and with a small smile, the little girl climbed out of bed and padded into the sitting room to find that Toriel had baked another pie.
"Oh, good morning little one" she greeted when she saw the small child standing in the middle of the room "are you feeling any better after last night?"
"A little" Frisk replied "I didn't have anymore nightmares after I fell back to sleep."
"That's good" Toriel replied as she got up from her armchair and sat down at the dining table, gesturing for Frisk to join her "come and have some butter-scotch and cinnamon pie then you can go play outside if you feel like it." Frisk nodded and began tucking into the slice of pie which made her feel much better after what had happened the previous evening.
"Finished" the child piped up as she cleared her plate "may I go outside and play now?"
"Of course my child but don't go too far, the ruins are too dangerous for you to explore by yourself so just stay outside the house okay" Toriel said and Frisk nodded before heading out into the front area outside the house, picked up a nearby stick, sat down and began drawing random patterns with the stick in a pile of dirt when a familiar yellow Flower came shooting out from the ground causing Frisk to squeak a little but soon relaxed when she saw that it was just her new "friend."
"Howdy" the evil little Flower who was pretending to be Frisk's new friend greeted as a small smile grew on the child's face "still hanging around this place huh?"
"I like it here" Frisk replied "Toriel's real nice and she makes really nice butter-scotch and cinnamon pies too."
"Yeah yeah that does sound pretty neat" Flowey replied seemingly disinterested before looking at the girl, giving her his possibly most adorable expression "but don't you want to perhaps get out of the ruins and explore more of the underground" he felt the urge to reveal his true nature to the girl and say she was an idiot for wanting to stay in the ruins when most of the other fallen humans had wanted to leave but decided to keep his friendly act "I know I do, I've been stuck in the ruins for so long that I've never actually seen the rest of the underground" that was a lie because he had been everywhere in the underground, terrorizing everyone but this foolish little child who assumed him to be her friend didn't know that "and you know me and you are buddies right?"
"Yeah" the little girl replied "but I don't want to go back to the surface, I'm staying right here." Flowey felt a pang of irritation, he was hoping that the little brat would eventually leave the ruins sooner or later and seeing as he was tricking the girl into thinking he was her friend, he could convince her to take him along with her so that when they reached the capital he could carry out his plan.
"Oh you don't mean that, I'm sure a little kid like you doesn't want to stay down here forever right?" he asked "you'll be wanting to get back up to the surface, go back to where you came from."
"Nope" Frisk replied, folding her arms "I don't ever want to go back up to the surface again, I, I." Her lip began to tremble as memories of being beaten by her drunken father etched itself in the brain and the little girl pulled her knees up to her chin, sobbing.
"Woah hey, whatever happened I'm sure it can't be that bad" Flowey said, extending his stem so that he was at eye level with Frisk despite her having her face buried in her knees and he was finding it tricky to pretend that he cared but just went along with it "do you want to talk about it?" the girl shook her head, not looking up "come on" he encouraged "what's bothering you so much, you can tell me, after all, I'm your best friend" Frisk slowly lifted her head revealing red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks "yeah that's more like it, now, are you going to tell you're old buddy Flowey what's bothering you so much?"