hey guys here is another chapter! sorry that its late ;-;
Chapter 3: Condolence
It's been a night since Ms. Toriel found me. She answered more of my silent inquiry then Flowey and found out about my current location. She said it's called the Ruins, and it is occupied by beings like herself. "Monsters" she classified simply. And to our convenience a large silver frog-like creature a little shorter then i hopped by us with small cluster of identical of miniature ones. Yet i wasn't able to explore much as the determination and adrenaline passed , fatigue took over my body. Ms. Toriel saved me from hitting the rock hard ground with my battered body. She amazingly lifted me with ease letting my arm sway limply at the side still laying out of its socket. Our trip to her home consisted of my half conscious questions and her astounding answers. Just listening to her she made herself very welcoming of the fact that i was basically interrogation her. Even content as if she was in her element, and as if she was waiting for some to talk to. She was very studious for a goat, as her intelligence being stronger than my teachers or Dad… She seemed to also care more then both of them. She's carrying me for goodness sake and i'm fat! However being nestled within her fur coat and hearing the soft hum from her talking i soon lost the fight of keeping awake. I remember dreaming about Mom then and holding me the same way, singing me to sleep. She kept on putting her soft hand against my cheek and caressing it, occasionally moving the hair out of my face. Until she set me down in my old bed with the old floral design covering the whole comforter. She gave my hair one last brush before standing to leave.My eyes open with wet trails running down my face. The bed underneath me gave in underneath my weight comfortably. Contouring around my body gently- it's been forever to since I had a bed all to myself. When the thought went through me I immediately looked to my side. No one was there... My dad used to accompany me all the time. When I was younger it was to keep the monsters away when time past he said its normal for a daughter and father to have that relationship. Yet I grew to know better… Fathers aren't supposed to touch you that way. They weren't supposed take the only gift to you lover you had. All the biting, slapping, hair pulling it wasn't normal! The tears grew and I just let out everything. I could feel my the sharp pain in my throat as I let it all out. I could feel the crescents of my nails digging into my arms letting small droplets form. I could feel my scalp becoming numb from the tugging and scratching. What's the difference, I'm the one inflicting the pain, I deserve it. I'm disgusting, I've been used up, like a sex toy. He was gonna come in any second but I didn't care, he won't want me looking like garbage. So he can go fuck himself. He said he loved me but he didn't, he loved mom. Which is fine but he should not go fuck me cause I looked like her. I could hear the slamming of feet on the floor before the door hurled open. All I can see is red, when I saw the person that came inside it was no one other than my Father. My whole being froze as I started whimpering, and begging. I was a coward. He charged at me gripping roughly on my arms, and shaking me. " Frisk it's alright you're safe." The image of my Father slowly become softer and more like an image of myself. I stopped crying and stared straight into loving eyes. "Mommy?" I whimpered I could feel the pulse in the hands on my arms quicken. My mom lifted her hand to my , hesitantly placing her furry hand on my face. I immediately saw Ms. Toriel. What? Ms. Toriel stared back with complete worry filling her eyes to the brim. "what's wrong with me?" I whispered. She immediately pulled my into an embrace. Feeling the soft fabric of her dress enclosed around me and her head nestled on top of mine. Her sweet scent warming my heart. She started running her hand through my hair and humming to calm my shaking and tears. It felt like forever when I was being held by her. 'She really was like mom.' I thought letting a small smile escape from me. Yet it dropped when I noticed through her sweet lilac scent, the odor of blood, dirt, and sweat lingered on me. Reluctantly I pushed my way through her larger exterior. My face became warm with embarrassment, I smelt disgusting. " Ms. Toriel can you help me to the bathroom?" I asked remembering my legs and injured shoulder. She looked at me and then turned away picking something up from the floor. My stomach almost leaped at the plate that she had within her hands. She chuckled reading my mind. There sitting on the plate a small slice of pie that a caramel brown glaze with a topping of a snowflake whip cream swirled on top. She held the plate and gave me a fork full of the pie. " I have a cinnamon and butterscotch pie for you my child…" She said, as my eyes rolled back from the pie melting on my tongue. My mouth watered for more but I halted from the warmth surrounding my whole being. "... Hopefully it will rejuvenate your strength. I didn't know if you preferred cinnamon or butterscotch, but knew you wouldn't like the idea of snail pie." She explained with amusement painted on her face not even phased by the glowing of my body. My shoulder numbly snapped into place and the cuts on my legs became closed. I touched my cheek and felt only dry blood. "Here finish this off, then we can take a bath to show off your beautiful face." I raised an eyebrow in question,' how dirty was I ?' I thought and took the plate from her gently giving a soft thank you, before shoveling into the pie. Ms. Toriel silently left out of the room as kept shoving the pie within my mouth, not caring about how impolite my eating was. When I was finished with the plate Ms. Toriel walked in on me licking my fingers clean. I looked away in embarrassment, only to hear her giggling. " The bath is ready for you my dear." I nodded, and slowly eased my way out of the bed feel the dry blood pulling on my skin uncomfortable. My face heated up again, when I knew I was going to be too much of a baby to rip my leggings off like a band aid. When I stood up I found her waiting patiently for me with the door knob in her hand. I waddled over to her with my legs still being sore. She lead me to the bathroom that was a little down the hallway. The hallway was as inviting as she was with the cream colored walls and the few vases full of flowers. 'Jay.' I thought and started shaking. "Frisk, my child?" Ms. Toriel looked at me in concern, my eyes started to water again. "Please don't leave me." I found myself whimpering out. Guilt struck me when I found her eyes begin to water as well, and her mouth contort to a watery frown. She gripped my hand tighter and raised the corners of her mouth " Of course my child." She rasped out and opened the door to the bathroom. Which was super sized compared to what I was used to. The sink was up to my nose and the tube could fit five of me. It was awkward trying to voice my fear to her about my legging. It took me what felt like a half an hour ask her. When I did she placed me on the sink where I was able to look at myself through the mirror… I was a mess. My face still had blood from the large cut that used to occupy my cheek. There was dirt all over from my countless tripping during my escape. 'Of course frisk.' I inwardly sighed and looked at how my brunette waves were ruined and teased all over my head messily. Ms. Toriel apologized if she hurt me which she did but it didn't feel so bad when I knew she wasn't attentionaly trying to inflict the pain. I took off the rest of my close with a little help from Ms. Toriel with my torn hoodie that had dried blood on it also. I went to take my bra and underwear off till I remembered that my father tore them off of me before I ran away. I stood there uncomfortably wanting to cover myself but have been taught by dad to keep my arms down when I'm in the house. I began to feel numb from the memories and barely heard Toriel clear her throat to break me from my mood change. " I'll prepare you some new close, please enjoy your bath." She softly said and waited till I was able to go over the tall side of tub. A sigh rippled through me once the scented warm water worked on my sore muscles. I scrubbed at my hair and combed through it easily with my fingers. I plunged underneath the water to get at my face and the rest of my body. After what I thought was a hour I stood up from the now murky water and cringed from the reddish hue that accompanied the dirt. I looked surprised at my skin even though there was still scares from years of attacks, but the my injuries had completely healed. I looked investigated my body some more until I heard a gasp. I whipped my head nearly losing my balance, I find Ms. Toriel staring at me with pear horror with her hand over her mouth. I looked down to see a pile of clothes pooled at her feet. Feeling guilty for the trouble I've put her through, i slowly hurled myself over the side of the tube making sure I didn't slip. Noticing she was still staring at me but with tears flowing down her fur covered face. I quickly took her free hand and brought to the side my face, and started to caress it. "I'm ok now, don't worry." I whisper out to her, my heart dropped because the look on her face. She looked so broken, so torn apart and it was my fault. "Ms. Toriel, please let's have some more of your pie, it helped make me feel better before." I smiled gently at her in hopes to revert her attention away from my scars. Her sollen look never left her but she started caressing my cheek. She knelt down so we were at the same eye level. " I'll make sure you'll never get hurt again my dear." She said sternly with so much promise in it, I couldn't help but to let the gates bust once more.
When everything was better Ms. Toriel really wanted to give me a princess makeover. If I weren't a teen I would've been more thrilled about it, but since it was probably her way of coping I didn't complain. She left to go to my room and start setting things up. I dressed into the clothes that she gave to me. I surprised everything fit perfectly,especially since she didn't know my size. The top was an elegant royal blue, with long lace crochet sleeves that had elastic cuffs that belled out at my wrists. The lace crochet was decorated with a floral design at my bust , and my shoulders were cut out. There was also an identical pair of my black leggings but with a lace design at my calfs. The shirt was baggy enough to my liking and the leggings were my natural style. The mirror was too high for me to use so i settled with meeting Toriel. I went and opened the door to the find a pair of combat boots i wore her just looking store bought. I picked and continued out of the bathroom to find three sets of doors. One with a sign on it and two other once on either sides. I went towards the one closest by and opened the door. It had a sad atmosphere to it. There was a light floating above a desk that had a book on top of it. Letting my curiosity control me i walked over to it and stopped when i heard a slimy sound coming from the waste basket to the side. I looked and found snail shells within it. Not even in the mood to figure out what that was all about i moved to the book shelf that was bigger than the one in my room. I was about to touch one of the spines when i heard Toriel call for me. "Coming." i said as i began walking out of the room , but then stopped when i saw someone in my side view. I jump and slam out through the door. The last thing i hear when running from the being is " Don't get too comfortable." I ran into the last door and into another person since i wasn't paying too much attention to where i was going. I let out a squeak as a sailed back through the doorway and landed with "umph". "My dear Frisk are you alright !?" Ms. Toriels voice filled my ears, and i open my eyes to see that she was staring at me with worry.
I told her what happened and she found that no one was in her room and thought that my exhaustion was getting to me. Now i find myself getting pampered by Ms. Toriel within the nice living room. She was brushing my hair bringing out my loose curls back and laid them on my shoulders. My hair coming past my shoulders to my shoulder blades brought awe to Toriel's face. There was a fire place that light up the rest of the room. It was almost sad to see only one lone chair other than the dinning table that had three chairs but there was only one chair that was so nice and comfortable. Almost like every room there was another bookshelf in the living room. She told me how monsters can use magic for their special needs, so the floating lights were to help them see instead of using electricity. Ms. Toriel also explained to me about the affect food has on me compared to monsters in the Underground. Time went until I could hear her steady breathing. I moved way from the foot of the chair to see that she was asleep. I couldn't help but smile and looked at the frill on her forehead that was starting to look like bangs. I went back towards our rooms to find her a blanket till I noticed the staircase. I bit my lip trying to control my curiosity but I was too filled with determination that the next thing I knew I was walking down the stairs. There was a long hall with absolutely nothing within it, just purple tiles. I almost lost interest when I could see a light coming from the corner. Feeling nervous I ran to the corner remembering my encounter in Ms. Toriel's room. When I rounded the corner I could see the where the light was coming from. The cave became far wider than the hall way as it held huge doorway that could match a the size of an apartment complex, and it lead to who knows where. I walked slowly to it even though there was a lot of floor for me to cover. My steps echoed through out the cave as I neared closer to the door. The one lone white light floating above was the only reason for me to not turn and run. When I reached the door I could see small designs engraved on it. I went to touch them, but then I flinched away when I voice grumbled.
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Ooooookay so I changed up Frisk's outfit a bit... I thought since Toriel is the queen she would want Frisk to be in more of an elegant outfit and feel more privileged when in the care of Toriel. Don't worry I haven't forgot about Napstablook he'll come in the next chapter. PLEASE COMMENT and hoped you guys liked it