You guys I feel so stupid. I totally forgot this chapter. Well, this should explain a lot. HAHA! Enjoy!
Frisk swallowed as she made her way downstairs. Flowey told her that this stairway would lead to the exit of the Ruins, and that was where he would leave her. For some reason, this scared her. Maybe she didn't like the idea of losing her only friend. Maybe she didn't want to be alone. Regardless, she wasn't keen on hurrying, and took her time, trying to memorize the rhythm of his breathing and the feel of his stem wrapped around her arm. She would miss Flowey.
The stairway ended, and left Frisk at the mouth of a long hallway. Taking a deep breath, Frisk started forward.
A few purple flames on torches crackled on the wall, making slight whooshing sounds as they burned. Frisk gave each a long look as she passed it, memorizing the flames, promising to herself to remember Toriel, the desperate monster woman who only wanted her family.
It didn't seem real; this adventure, these events. It was as if Frisk were having a very realistic dream, and when she awoke, or left the Ruins, she'd never dream of them again. These final thoughts put an embarrassing hitch in her throat, but she tried not to let it escape. It wasn't very long, but for some reason, it seemed as though she'd been here her whole life.
Finally, the hallway took a sharp left turn, and when Frisk rounded it, she came into a large room with an equally large stone double door. Right in the middle of the worn stone exit, a golden seal had been painted, worn bronze with age. Frisk couldn't help but swallow again.
"There it is." Flowey breathed. "You can leave now."
Flowey started to unwind himself from Frisk's arm, but Frisk surprised him with a tight, stem-snapping hug, to which Flowey gave an "Oomph!" of protest.
"Thank you, Flowey." Frisk whispered, and his petals drooped in a surprise. Slowly, his vines wrapped around her as well and for a moment, they just hugged.
Thirty seconds passed in an eternity.
"It's okay… I know, I'm such a wonderful person…" Flowey finally chuckled. He seemed as though he were trying not to let his voice crack. "I believe in you. You know that, Frisk? I believe you'll make it to Asgore's castle, and that you'll exit the Barrier and be able to return home. Y-You're a strong kid."
Frisk sniffled and smiled at him. "When I get there, I'll send you a postcard."
Flowey's face was graced with a smile of his own. "That's right. That's the spirit. Now, get out there, and show them what you're made of, huh?"
Frisk placed Flowey on the ground, and he dug his roots into the dirt. When she straightened up, he stayed where he was.
"I'll see you off." He shrugged stiffly. "You deserve as much."
Frisk nodded uncertainly, trying to be brave. There could be anything beyond that door. At least Flowey would be there to watch her; he'd be with her every step, until the moment that door swung shut.
Frisk breathed in deep. Held it. Let it go.
She stepped toward the doors.
And was interrupted.
"Chara! My child, the Underground is not safe!" Toriel cried suddenly, making Frisk jump. She whirled around quickly, and Flowey shoved his head into the ground like an ostrich. At the mouth of the corridor, Toriel stood with her clawed hands over her mouth. As Frisk watched, Toriel stepped forward with a worried look on her face, and reached out to her.
Frisk stepped back one. Toriel froze.
"My child." Toriel began again, this time a little more insistently. "Come to me. Let us go home."
"Miss Toriel…" Frisk whispered. "I'm not your child. And I am going home."
Toriel only stood rigid, a hard look on her face. Her eyes were narrowed. Her foot began to tap.
"Chara," She began again, yet this time, her tone was cold, and her voice was little more than a growl. "Come to me."
Frisk slowly lifted a hand toward the doors. Flowey was peeking above the soil, his dilated eyes frantically glancing from the goat woman to the fragile human. If this resulted in conflict, Frisk would surely die. And Toriel didn't seem afraid of get her gnarled hands dirty to deal consequences.
"I'll give you to the count of three." Toriel's voice had a terrifying calmness within it. "One."
"Toriel," Frisk whispered nervously. "Please, hear me out. I am not Chara. I'm not your child."
"Two."
"I'm going to the surface. Maybe you can come with me! W-We can find Chara together!" Frisk backed up against the door, swallowing hard. "Toriel…?"
"Three." Toriel suddenly whipped back a claw and swung it forward again, the cavern instantly alight with flames. Frisk cried out in fear and flung herself to the ground, narrowly dodging the goat woman's attack.
Frisk quickly rolled out of the way, attempting to get as far away from Toriel as possible. Her head swiveled side to side wildly to find Flowey, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He must've ran away when he had the chance.
Among her relief, Frisk couldn't help but feel a little betrayed by this. So much for Flowey being the 'best friend she's got'.
With the little strength she had, she pushed herself to her feet. "Toriel, stop this!"
But it seemed the goat woman was far past reason. After all this time, all this pain, all this sorrow, Toriel had finally cracked. With all the agony and anger she had ever been forced to endure, she screamed. The flames licked higher and the cavern began to shake violently, chips of rock and dirt raining down like some nightmarish storm. Frisk squealed as she covered her head, trying not to get crushed by all the debris.
"No, Chara!" Toriel shrieked as the cavern boiled and fell, getting burned and scathed by her own horrible power. "You will not leave me! You cannot leave me like everyone else did! My husband and my child may be gone but you shall stay with me forever!"
A chunk of stone from the ceiling of the cave fell loose and smacked Toriel on the top of the head, causing her to wail in pain and stagger back a bit, but the damage had been done. The exit to the Ruins was crumbling fast. Soon, everything would cave in and nothing would be left.
Frisk turned around in a panic, banging on the doors desperately. "Help me!" She screamed to anyone who might be listening. "Help me, please!"
"Frisk!"
Frisk's head snapped up at the shrill voice, and felt her insides burn with relief and awe as Flowey looked down at her from a gaping hole just above the door, the opening leading into the place beyond. His eyes were wide, he was smudged with more dirt than usual, and he strained, reaching for her with his vines. "Frisk, grab hold!"
"No! I forbid it!" Toriel suddenly snarled from behind, only several yards from where Frisk was backed against the wall. She was cradling a blackened arm and one of her sharp horns had snapped off, leaving a jagged stump. Her eyes were filled with rage and bloodlust and she was covered in thick rich blood.
"Hurry, Frisk!" Flowey wailed, reaching for all he was worth.
"Don't you dare!" Toriel roared, making a leap for her.
Frisk took a deep, deep breath, and jumped.
For a moment, it was as though they were moving in slow motion. Flowey stretched, squealing. Toriel bellowed with rage. Frisk felt her whole body fly as her feet left the ground, her fingertips brushing Flowey's vines.
And suddenly, she was yanked upwards. The vines tightened their grip on Frisk's small body, squeezing for all Flowey was worth as he pulled the human to safety. Up, up, up, nine feet into the air. Toriel's claws swiped at the air but it was only miss, miss, miss. Frisk scrabbled into the hole, feeling a slight breeze hit her face from within the dark. Flowey panted and wilted in her arms, and she held him tight as she peeked out the hole again. There was one last thing she had to do.
"Toriel, run! Save yourself!"
Toriel looked up at her, her fangs bared. She said nothing in reply but continued to scream for Chara. The roof of the cave began to collapse.
Flowey tugged weakly at Frisk's arm. "Come on," He sounded pained. "There's nothing we can do for her now."
Frisk nodded stiffly, an agonizing pain in her heart as she turned away and crawled towards the faint light at the end of the tunnel. The last thing she heard was Toriel's tortured cries and the cracking of the roof as the hole behind her slowly filled with debris and cast them into darkness.