"Are you feeling better now?" The monster had a flash of worry in their eyes as Frisk shrugged in their oversized hoodie.
She sighed, getting up from where the fallen child was, sitting criss-cross on the carpet.
"I will leave you be then. Come get me if you need anything, okay?" Her dull red eyes seemed to stare through them.
Frisk nodded slowly, as Toriel walked out of the room. Suddenly, they got up, and tugged on her worn, robe.
"What is it?" The gatekeeper turned around, and Frisk wrote, How can I get home? on it.
She suddenly had an angry expression on her face. "You are not allowed to leave the Ruins without my permission." Toriel hesitated, before slightly blushing, which surprised them. "Also, I get lonely. Would you stay with me."
The child hesitated, and looked at the ground, feeling guilty for wanting to leave. They wrote, I have to find a way home.
Though they were being abused mentally and physically by the others around them, they had decided to keep living after their fall. Falling down this hole into the underground must have some reason to it.
Once they got back up to the surface, they would run away from everyone, and find a new place to live, with friends, and peace between mostly everyone.
Not that they knew where to go.
"Well, you do not have my permission. I forbid you to go out of the Ruins. And if you try to leave, you will have to get past me."
Frisk gulped, but built up self-confidence, and started running after getting behind Toriel, and out the bedroom door, sprinting downstairs.
"Frisk! I do not wish to fight you! Please... Stay?" She called out to them, swiftly following behind them.
They kept running, until they got to the end, with a large door. Pulling as hard as they could, they attempted to open it, but failed.
"Only I can open the door to the outside." She stood in front of Frisk and the door, who stood their ground, yet was sweating. "Fine. If you wish to fight me, stay and fight me. Turn away, and we will live together for as long as we both live. I will be a good caretaker, and will not harm you. Please. I will ask you once more. Stay with me?"
They shook their head, bracing themselves for more harm, in their warm green hoodie.
"Alright then. Try and dodge these attacks, and prove to me you are strong enough on your own."
Toriel shot fire at them, as Frisk decided today would not be the day they would give up. And something decided it with them.
Something glowed around the child, as their form changed into a red, cracked, glowing, bare soul.
Dodging her attacks somehow, with this newfound power, they dodged attacks, stopping for only a few seconds to catch their breath.
"Impressive. Though I have no idea how a human can change into their soul form that easily, I will not question it. I am surprised you have survived this long. Try and dodge this, instead if it is a challenge you want."
Frisk gulped again, and realized they couldn't feel their hands or feet. They could only jump, hover, and look around as of now.
Toriel threw more fiery attacks at Frisk, more harder to dodge, as the two got tired, and they turned back into their regular form, panting hard.
"Giving up?" She said panting as well.
They shook their head, as a tiny translucent cracked heart appeared on their left hand.
I am with you, it seemed to be communicating with them, through their thoughts.
Suddenly, they found the determination make them get up once more, as they got ready for her next attack.
"Hm. I have never seen anything like that happen before. Interesting. I think with your newfound strength, you can handle things on your own. Good luck, Frisk." Toriel embraced them, eyes no longer dull as they had been.
Frisk smiled, as a single tear fell down their face, they didn't feel like leaving anymore. But alas, they had to move on after what had just happened.
The monster started to walk away, finally turning around only once more to look back at the small child.
"Please do not come back here." The child nodded, sadly. "I love you, small one." She smiled as she walked away back into the small household, as more tears fell from Frisk's face.