A/N: Hello! :3 I'm back with another chapter for y'all! I'm glad to see that it's getting some positive feedback so that means I'm doing a good job! Yay! :D Guess all I got left to say is: Hope you enjoy this chapter even more! :3

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The bullets were almost touching him. Flowey still cackling in the background.

Was he really going to die?

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No. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't want to go so soon. Not like this. But, what else could he do? He was surrounded by those bullets, and it didn't help that his body refused to move. Maybe it really was the end for him?

Frisk almost gave in, accepting his fate to come, until an orange flame suddenly appeared beside Flowey startling it. The flame attacked Flowey, but Flowey disappeared into the ground before the flame could reach it.

The bullets that were surrounding Frisk disappeared as soon as Flowey had retreated.

"What a terrible creature," Frisk heard a feminine voice say.

In Flowey's place stood a tall goat like monster wearing a regal purple dress with a sort of crest on it.

"Torturing such a poor, innocent - child are you alright?" The goat woman asked as she interrupted her speech.

Frisk realised he was crying. Tears slowly starting to stream from his eyes and down his cheeks until they would form little droplets at his jaw. He began to sob, covering his tear streaked face with the sleeves of his sweater. Frisk felt arms wrap around him, gentle and cautious.

"Ssh, it's alright child." The goat woman said softly as she began to pat him lightly on the back.

Frisk continued crying, sobbing into the goat woman's chest. He didn't even know who she was, or what she was, but she saved him. Saved him from an early death. He could only think about how lucky he was. If she had been any later, he would've been nothing but a beaten and battered pulp. Maybe, he could trust her, just for a little while.

In a few minutes, Frisk calmed enough to control his tears and broke the warm embrace of the goat woman. He rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the last few tears. The goat women was looking down at him tentatively, one of her hands resting lightly on his shoulder.

"Are you better now child?" She asked.

"Y-yes miss." Frisk managed to squeak out from his rough throat.

"Oh please, don't call me miss." Goat woman said. "You can call me Toriel."

"Ok mis - I - I mean Toriel!" Frisk stuttered.

Toriel chuckled and patted him on the head. She removed the hand that had been on his shoulder, holding it out towards Frisk as to say 'Come with me'. Frisk took her hand gladly and began walking to another tall, purple door like before.

Once inside the other room, Toriel explained how the ruins worked and how there were many puzzles to be solved. This was apparently one of the reasons why the ruins were so dangerous.

After she had stepped on a few stones, acting like buttons, a stone door opened leading into another room.

In this room there were vines covering most of the walls and two bridge standing over a small streams coming through the far wall. Toriel guided him towards the other side of the room where levers stood on the wall. She told him to flip them down and stated she had marked the ones to flip. After Frisk pulled the levers, spikes that had been blocking the way into the next room disappeared.

This room had the same kind of interior as the other did, minus the bridges, streams, and levers. A dummy stood on one side of the room. Toriel explained to him, since he was human, monsters might attack him. Frisk became weary at that statement, but Toriel, once seeing the worry in his eyes, explained how she would fend them off if he waited the monster out for long enough. Toriel pointed to the dummy, telling him to practice on it.

Frisk walked up to the dummy, as he did so, the same red glowing heart appeared on his chest. He gasped, staring at it for a moment, not yet used to the feeling, then stared back at the dummy nervously. He didn't know what to do, but he didn't want to do the wrong thing and be scolded for it. Frisk looked to Toriel, pleading for advice. Toriel only nodded her head towards the dummy, waiting to see what Frisk would do. Frisk sighed and relaxed a bit, he didn't need to fight since Toriel would come for him, so he decided to talk to the dummy instead.

Frisk began with a 'Hello' and 'How are you?'.

. . . . .

The dummy didn't seem much for conversation.

Toriel then appeared beside the dummy, laying her hand on its head. Frisk looked down at his chest, realising the heart had disappeared. It seemed the fight was over. Frisk exhaled in relief as he saw Toriel smiling down at him.

"Very good, my child." She said. "You are very good."

Toriel guided him through one more room before coming to a long corridor. Toriel moved to stand in front of him.

"You have done excellently thus far, my child." She stated. "However, I have a difficult request to ask of you."

Frisk waited for Toriels request, silence filling the room for a few seconds as Toriel looked down the hall for a split second.

"I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself."

Frisk stared wide eyed for a moment then nodded his head in agreement. Toriel smiled down at him.

"Forgive me for this." She said as she disappeared somewhere down the corridor.

Frisk took a deep breath and began walking.

It was only till the end of the room, it wasn't that long. But, he couldn't see the end of the room from here though. Maybe it went on forever?

Frisk quickened his pace a little.

It - it couldn't be that long, could it? Anyway, Toriel said she was at the end, so there had to be one. An end. Or, maybe she abandoned him.

Frisk breath hitched slightly.

No. No she wouldn't do that. Not Toriel, right? Not - not like mom and dad.

Frisk looked to both his sides, a little panicked.

Were - were the walls getting closer?

Frisk tried to control his breathing, hands now gripping at his sweater.

No. No they weren't. That's what he tried to tell himself.

He broke out into a sprint.

He was being stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. But, maybe that was better than being crushed to death.

He continued running, and running, and running, until he passed a pillar. Toriel seemed to magically appear in front of him in his fright. But, for a second, it looked as if she had been wearing a blue jacket, short, but it hadn't been Toriel. Someone else.

Frisk jumped back screaming and collapsed onto his knees hands gripping his hair.

Breathe. He needed to breath.

"Child! Oh my! I'm so sorry." Toriel quickly said as she kneeled next to him, her hands on either side of his shoulders. He realised they were heaving up and down with his panicked breath. Frisk was staring straight at the ground.

"Child, look at me." Toriel begged.

Frisk felt himself shaking.

"Child! Look at me!" Toriel said, voice rising with concern.

Frisk forced himself to look up this time.

Toriel was looking down at him with concerned but caring eyes. A slight frown was on her face. One of her hands moved to his head, running her fingers through his hair soothingly as she began to shush him. His breath began evening out, shaking only slightly now. Tears were streaming down his face once again.

Toriel wrapped him in a warm hug, her hand petting his head softly.

"I'm sorry, my child. It's seems that was a little too much for today." Toriel picked him up carrying him like a baby on her shoulder. "Rest, child. You've done a great job."

Frisk sniffles slightly, wrapping his arms around Toriel as she began carrying him away from the corridor.

Frisk felt his eyes begin to weigh, becoming heavier and heavier the farther they got.

And soon enough, he'd fallen fast asleep.

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A/N: :D I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, so I hope y'all enjoyed it! Hopefully Goat Mom is fairly in character! OwO I'll come back to this later on to fix up any kind of errors, so feel free to point them out if you find any! Hope y'all enjoyed this and remember that I am open to constructive criticism! Only room to improve! Till next time!