Hello, to those of you who've happened across my little story. I'm hoping to post 2 chapters a week, at around 1000-1500 words per chapter. Feel free to leave reviews and/or point out grammatical, spelling, or plot errors... Now, on with the story!
After about thirty minutes of Toriel's phone calls interrupting Frisk's nap every 30 minutes, with no sign of returning anytime soon, the bored (and slightly concerned) child decides to try navigating the rest of the Ruins herself. Using her still-fresh spirit's vague and unclear sense of the world, she slowly walks through the doorway in front of the pillar, taking note of the presence of what Frisk had nicknamed a Froggit crouching near another door to her left. A brief, almost too-coincidental call arrives from Toriel, asking if Frisk had left the room she was left in. Frisk is silent, but her light breathing is apparently all the response needed to reassure Toriel she is alright. With a quick warning about the dangers that lay ahead, Toriel hangs up, again leaving Frisk to her own devices.
Deciding to explore a bit, Frisk opted to head through the door to her left, instead of down the obvious hallway to her right. Coming upon a pedestal, she feels the top of it, surprised by the presence of a bowl on the top. On the front is a plaque, which she somehow manages to read by her fingertips "Please take one," or something to that effect. Reaching into the bowl, she finds a small handful of what feel like small hard candies. She unwraps one and tastes it. Indeed, it's a sweet, almost minty flavor with a curiously invigorating energy to it. She re-wraps it and stuck it in her pocket. She wants more, but doesn't want to be inconsiderate to others who might come later.
Nothing else seems to be in the room, so she carefully makes her way out of the room and heads straight down the hallway. Through the only exit, she walks straight ahead, feeling an unusual gap in the wall, and sensing another farther along. There's a crackling sound, and the floor beneath her feet gives way, dropping her into a pile of dry leaves. Approaching the rightmost of the two exits from the room, she's suddenly back in the room above. Some sort of magic, it seems. Moving on, she enters the next room. Nearly tripping over a rock, she detects a pressure plate of some kind. Really. Well, easy puzzles are better than hard ones, I guess, she thinks, pushing the rock onto the plate. She hears the now-familiar sound of spikes retracting, and cautiously makes her way across the previously impassable bridge in the middle of the room.
Continuing on into yet another room, she feels the floor crackle, and steps back before it falls. Feeling around, she notices another of the odd slots in the wall. Carefully dropping down into the lower room, she notes an odd pattern in the fallen leaves. Assuming that the thick piles only exist because of the way the puzzle up above drops them down, she memorizes the pattern and returns to the upper room, not even pausing to decipher a plaque on one wall. Tentatively making her way along the solid path zigzagging through the old building, she moves into the next room. More puzzles…
She moves into the room, finding three stones and pressure plates. She pushes the first two, but is surprised to hear the third talking back…but only for a moment. She politely asks it to move, and it shifts an inch to one side. She finds after several tries that she needs to be very, very specific or it won't understand. Finally getting it to hold still on the pressure plate, she continues into a hallway with a table and some cheese across from a mouse-hole. Again, she feels her fiery soul flare with…what's the word for that…oh, right!
Filled with determination, she continues, weariness washed away and confidence intact. She walks boldly forward, then nearly trips over a…ghost? It's actually almost incorporeal, like a solid fog. Deciding to push through it, the darkroom suddenly appears around her, and she can see it clearly. It's a pale white, like practically every other monster in this place. Its only defining features are its tear-filled eyes and mournful mouth. It seems almost ready to cry. She gives it a patient smile, and it looks just a little bit better, though some tears escape and fall toward her. She dodges quickly for someone so small, and then tells a little joke. It doesn't seem to be up for laughing right now, but it again looks a little bit better. It seems to make a decision, as its tears flow up and make a little ghostly hat on its head.
" Do you like it?" it asks hesitantly, and awaits Frisk's response. Frisk grins broadly, clapping her hands in applause.
" Oh, gee," it says as the darkroom disappears. "I usually come to the Ruins because there's nobody around…but today I met somebody nice…oh, I'm rambling again. I'll get out of your way," it murmurs, fading slowly into transparency and floating away. As Frisk continues on her way, she runs into a dead end. Finding herself again able to read the sign without having to see it, she learns about a spider bake sale. Deciding to be charitable, she buys a donut. Continuing through the next few rooms and their simple puzzles, she eventually makes her way to an open space with a large tree in the middle. Toriel walks around it, and, seeing Frisk standing there, rushes over in concern. Apologizing for trying to make Frisk a surprise, Toriel bandages the bumps and scrapes she picked up talking to monsters, then leads her inside.
"Do you smell that?" she asks. "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie"
Frisk recalls an odd call Toriel made earlier. Oh. So that's what that was about
" I thought we might celebrate your arrival," she continues. "I want you to have a nice time living here, so I will hold off on snail pie for tonight."
Living here? I don't want to live here. What does she think I am, an orphan? Frisk thinks, surprised, as Toriel leads her to a room. "A room of your own. I hope you like it!" she says, patting Frisk's head before leaving to check on the pie. Frisk enters the room, and, seeing the bed, collapses into it, falling asleep before her head hits the pillow.