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Mocha sat calmly at the table in the middle of the homey kitchen. Something was eating at her. A sense of unease had worked its way into Mochas heart. It had been about a day and a half since she had fallen. When Mocha returned home to Toriel, she fussed over the state her health was in. Toriel fixed her up and gave her a new set of clothes so she could fix the torn ones Mocha had been wearing.
The size of the pie was enormous, there was still some slices sitting in a pan on the stove. The taste of it was heavenly. Mocha wondered if Toriel would teach her to make it. The spare clothes she had were a bit big on her.
There was a velvety purple tank top she wore over a white, warm, fluffy cloth undershirt. Over Mochas chest was some sort of crest, written in white. It added great character to the shirt. She had a very fluffy skirt that went down to her mid-thigh. It was Royal purple and trimmed with white lace. Mocha had on very comfortable white stockings that also served he purpose of keeping her legs warm.
The sleeves were long on the white blouse and the purple over shirt was also very baggy. The skirt was far too big on her. But somehow it all seemed to fit perfectly. And Mocha was perfectly content with the nice warmth surrounding her.
Toriel was sitting in the living room area where there was one large sofa, that Toriel often sat in with a book. A fire place also sat in that room. As did many bookshelves, lined with pun books, books about humans, and books about cooking and snails. Mocha was getting a bit chilly so she jumped from the high rise chair in the kitchen and made her way to the carpet in the middle of the living room.
Mocha sat down on the carpet and curled into a ball, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She sat facing the fireplace. Mocha knew she was small for a woman her age. In fact, she was shorter than everyone she knew. Including Lia. But not including Flowey….. Because he tried to kill Mocha. She wasn't even sure if she considered Flowey a friend or not.
"My child, are you cold?" Toriel asked Mocha.
"Just a bit." Mocha still sat there in the ground, but stuffed her nose back into the crook of her elbow to warm it.
"How strange. I didn't know humans get cold so easily." Her smile was still kind. "Come here" Toriel motioned for Mocha to come over and sit in her lap.
She set her book down on the arm of the chair and patted her lap. Mocha stood and, with the assistance of Toriel, climbed onto her lap. Toriel took the thick quilted blanket off to the side and draped it over Mochas shoulders. Who now had her head rested on Toriels chest, listening to the soothing beat of her soul. Mocha was still curled into a very small ball.
Once Mocha was sufficiently covered in the blanket, Toriel settled her arms around Mocha in a gentle hug. Completely surrounding Mocha in warmth. The hum of her soul was unlike any human heartbeat Mocha had ever listened to. It reminded her of the careful strum of a harp. The sound was gentle and soft. The sound of the soul mirrored the frailty of a monsters body.
What really sent Mocha into the sweet release of sleep was when Toriel began to sing and hum. In deep tones, her voice curling perfectly around each word. And she sang
When all the world is spinning round
Like a red balloon way up in the clouds
And my feet will not stay on the ground
You anchor me back down.
Mocha was unable to listen to the rest of the beautiful singing because she was busy thinking about something else. While her body bid her to rest and sleep while she could, Mocha couldn't calm her mind. Toriels voice gave Mocha clarity, in an otherwise grey area. She still listened to the voice, but it was as though the words were empty as they went straight through her.
Mocha couldn't keep her mind from her life that she was leaving behind. The one that still remained on the surface, with Lia and everyone else. But also all the bad memories. She couldn't keep her mind from wandering to all the places she never wanted to think about again. To her far away past, with all the wrong that Mocha has tried so hard to right.
But her mind also ventured into what the future would be like. What did he Underground hold for Mocha. And why we're all the monsters trapped down here. She was blissfully ignorant of the whole situation. And little did Mocha now, but Toriel intended to keep it that way. With her not understanding a thing, unable to think of all the bad in her life.
With her thoughts of her terrifying past and unknown future, Mocha slipped into an unwelcomed slumber. One burdened by the vicious memories of long forgotten pasts. Mochas sleep was a deep one, but it was one full of nightmares. Which Mocha hadn't had since she moved out of her shared house with Lia. But they still bothered her.
Mocha was walking down some strange hallway she had never seen before. The walls were flashing white and black, creating something like a tunnel. Voices were calling behind her as she continued to walk towards a large, cloaked figure. Around the figure was 7 different strange cylinders.
Mocha couldn't control what she said or what she did, as though she was in a trance. It was like Mocha was watching it play out, as a person in the crowd. Not apart of the cast. She watched a more mature version of herself continue walking, then suddenly stop. She turned around and faced a man. Mocha didn't know the man, but talked to him as though they were best friends.
The mans face was blurred, but his voice was deep. Strong blue magic was around him. From what Mocha could see of the man, he was also wearing some sort of light blue hoodie.
"Mocha! Don't do it! We can find another way!" The man was pleading and Mocha could feel his sadness.
"I'm sorry, there is no other way." Her voice was final, and cold. As though she had made her decision.
"Please! I… We all need you!" The man was gesturing around himself. That is when Mocha noticed there was all sorts of people there that she didn't recognize. One was tall and lanky, wearing some red garment on his upper half. Another was strong, but beautiful. And had bright crimson hair in a pony tail. And another was a man, though stood like a woman. Another was small and had on some sort of white cloth around her middle. There was more, but one person caught her eye.
It was Lia, standing right next to the man in a blue sweater. She was pleading too, but her words fell on deaf ears. Lia was crying her eyes out. Mocha wanted so desperately to go and comfort her friend. No, her family. But her body wouldn't move and her voice wouldn't work. Mochas eyes were hot with tears.
"Please, don't mourn me. Be happy that I lived a good life." Mocha turned around and faced the massive cloaked figure. "Please…" Mochas calmness from earlier was wavering as more tears were spilled. "Save them.. Let them free like you all deserve."
"I will." Was all the deep voice said before a swinging was heard and a burst of screams came. Then Mocha was embraced by darkness and silence.
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