Author's Note: I'm thinking of making chapter longer, just to get lots of details in for the story and worldbuilding. Watcha' guys say? Longer chapters?
Anyways aside from that, here's Chapter 5 and thank you to everyone who reviewed; I really like reading what you guys say, it makes my day! I rhymed :D
Date: Sunday, December 15th, 1920
Time: Past midnight/early dawn
Location: Dreemurr Residence
The air was foul, a thick, sickening scent filled up all available space, impairing Toriel's snout from smelling. The surrounding area was curtained with darkness, the only light being from above. The tall, female goat monster was kneeled down, looking quite miserable. She could feel the warmth from the light above. It was a comforting warmth, like a sweet embrace.
"Mother…"
Toriel slowly raised her head up, her eyes looking for the owner of that voice. She knew that voice. It was sweet, almost unlike the owner.
There she stood, looking as youthful and graceful as ever. Her long, brown hair grow past her shoulders and her bangs covered most of her eyes. Those eyes… They were of the most beautiful shade of red the mother goat had ever seen. And her face… Oh her face should have been carved in stone by the Greeks. The girl wore an angelic tunic, which bore a light yellow tint and a soft green starting at her top and fading away as it draws closer to the end. A rope wrapped around her waist and she had wings that could easily embrace Toriel. Her was stretched out, holding it towards Toriel. She had a smile no one could resist.
The old mother looked in awe at the beauty of her daughter. She had never seen her like this, always insisting of wearing pants, never taking a liking to dresses. It looked good on her, made her red eyes stand out as a good impression.
Next to the daughter another figure approached the two ladies, putting his small paw on the young lady's bare shoulder. It was warm to the touch but yet not warm nor cold.
He wore similar articles like the young lady. A purple tunic instead but with grander wings. His face was different from what Toriel used to see every day. It now had two curved black lines moving up from the bottom of his snout closer to this eyes. He looked more mature too, almost like he aged ten years. He truly looked like his father, save the beard. He had full grown horns now and they looked splendid too. He was smiling and his green eyes reflected that. He gave a slow nod in his mother's direction.
Toriel couldn't believe it. She cautiously stood up, reaching out take her daughter's hand. To accept it and feel the energy that would radiate off the human. Toriel didn't care how much trouble her daughter would get into, she just wanted to be with them again, to be able to see them be happy again and together… Like a family.
Right before Toriel could take the human's hand, her expression changed with such speed it was almost impossible. The smile instantly went away, replaced by a sinister frown and her hair covered her eyes completely. She clenched her hand into a fist in one quick movement, making Toriel jump back. The beautiful young lady that was standing before Toriel was gone, replaced by the horrifying image of the same human but with stab wounds and covered in dust. The son was gone, a pile of dust in his place.
A sad but shocked gasp escaped from Toriel.
"Mother… We trusted you…" said the human girl ever so slowly in a disgusted tone. A betrayed tone.
"We… loved you…" The human was beginning to disappear now, fading into dust. "I guess we were wrong about you…" The dust, combined with the son's dust, swirled around Toriel. She broke into a waterfall of guilty tears.
Toriel woke up normally like any other day. The sun wasn't up yet and it dark. She could still hear Asgore snoring loudly next to her. Sighing, she carefully slipped out of bed and lighted a lamp. She it down a little to not interrupt her husband's slumber and was careful to not make the floor boards creak under her feet.
She creeped out of her shared room and started to walk through the hallways. Some lights were still on, allowing Toriel to turn off her lamp. She made her way to the stairs but froze when she saw an open door. The study room's door.
The police already collected the body and the dust and had taken them to their station for further inspection. No light came from that room and Asgore, ever since he returned last night, didn't lay a paw in there.
She hurried quickly down the stairs, quietly. Toriel didn't want to be anywhere near that door. It was evil. It had a demonic presence, like a door to Hell.
The first floor's lights were all off, making Toriel turn on the lamp again. This house… It no longer felt like home. This house was evil too, as if it came straight from Hell, in an alliance with the door. In the past, if the house had a blackout, no one would be scared. The house was comforting like that. Being together was comforting like that…
This house should be burned of its sins.
Toriel walked over to the kitchen, not daring to look at the dining room. The last room she ever saw them… This house was sinful, oh so sinful.
The kitchen looked as if nothing ever happened. Toriel never got to finish her surprise. It was going to be a butterscotch-cinnamon pie but now it just an uncooked bowl of dough. What a waste of ingredients, thought Toriel. Do I have any extras?
The goat monster searched through her many cabinets, looking for any extra ingredients. It was Sunday but it would be good to take note of what she would need to buy tomorrow. No stores were open on Sunday, as a human custom, but it was still too early for any stores to be open otherwise.
Toriel sighed. It was no use. Nothing she could say or do would change the past. The past is the past and there's no going back. Humans wonder if they can turn back the clock or speed it forward. Yeah, right, like that would ever happen. That would only exist in that famous The Time Traveler book (or however the name is) that the humans enjoy to read.
Toriel enjoyed reading it too. She would sit down to read it on a Sunday afternoon when the kids were out with Asgore, heading down to the nearby church for masses. Oh how much she already misses those times. They were the times where she was happiest. It didn't matter how much trouble the kids were into; they would always have a special place in Toriel's heart.
The mother decided to retire into the living room. The light was starting to come in through the windows now, giving Toriel less of a need for her lamp. The house was silent, the only noise coming from Toriel, and the night outside looked so tranquil and peaceful that it was tempting to just go and rest outside. The night was calling her out but she did not want to go. She wanted to read. She wanted to tell stories to her children. She wanted…
She wanted her two little snowflakes back.
A/N: I do want to add that A LOT of the Undertale cast (along with minor characters) are making appearances, even cameos. Little reminder too: Monsters are on the surface here, there was no war between monsters and humans yet but tensions are high between the two races. Frisk will be appearing too but I'm gonna say when ;)
