Finally! The moment you've all been waiting for- The moment you find out how Chara will rationalize killing Toriel.

Geez, I just shit my pants opening up the game. Frisk was staring at me again right when the spooky base dropped. (This is why I have Frisk stare at Chara sometimes.)

Also, I am aware that you do not fight Nabstablook once you kill the 20 monsters, I am playing this game through and even backtracking EXACTLY like Frisk in the game (except for the things the game cannot do). I just needed to show Frisk is still human, despite actively killing, and the one thing you can spare in the game is pretty much Napstablook (and certain monsters like Loox if you kill all 20 before him).

But before that, just a quick thanks to coincidencless. They have been so nice as to correct me in such a way that no LA teacher ever has, teaching me a valuable lesson about dialogue. Thanks for mentioning it in another review, because somehow I missed it the first time... Maybe it had a different heading in my email. Now, the other (20? maybe... 30-ish?) readers don't really care about this, they only care about the story or if I'm talking about them.

And now, a quick thanks to everyone else for reviewing, following, favoriting, or even being a guest creepily stalking. (I'm guilty of doing that, so I know you're there.)

And for those who didn't read that (again, guilty,) Here is the line signaling that you can start reading!

He walked into the next room, to find what looked like another room cared for by a gardener. The tree had no leaves, he noticed. It was possible that the tree still responded to the seasons, or all the leaves fell off because of lack of sunlight. He walked more into the room before hearing a familiar voice.

"Oh dear, that took longer than I thought." Toriel walked right next to the tree in front of him, and took out her cell phone. He felt the ringer go off in his pocket right before Toriel saw him. She rushed right over to him, concerned. "How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?" she asked. "Not a scratch! Impressive, but still..." Toriel paused for a moment. Frisk looked around the room, looking for his ghostly companion. She was no where to be seen. She probably disappeared before Toriel came in, despite the fact that Toriel probably couldn't see her.

How cute... she's shy, he thought. It was unlikely that it was actually because she was shy, but it was fun to think about.

Toriel continued. "I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this," she stating, almost self-loathing. "Err..." she said awkwardly, "Well, I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come, small one." Toriel walked off, and Frisk soon followed.

He stopped in front of the purple house as Toriel walked straight in. It seemed to be cozier than any of the buildings in the city. The brick around the house seemed less boring. He walked through the door just like the white monster. The mood seemed brighter in there. It didn't seem as creepy or desolate. A sweet smell immediately hit his nose. He breathed it in, and looked at Toriel standing in front of him. He almost wanted to smile.

"Do you smell that?" she asked. "Surprise! It is a chocolate pie! I thought we might celebrate your arrival, so I whipped up a special recipe for you. I want you to have a nice time living here. No snail pie, no butterscotch-cinnamon. You're not the first one to love chocolate so much," she said, somehow both cheerfully and nostalgically. "Here, I have another surprise for you." She walked off, leaving Frisk to follow her. He felt the temptation to go and explore first, but decided on just following Toriel.

"This is it," she started, standing in the hallway. She lead him over to a door. "A room of your own, I hope you like it!" She pated his head, then suddenly looked worried. "Is something burning...?" She said caustiosly, before sniffing the air to confirm her thoughts. "Make yourself at home!" She rushed her words before rushing off down the hallway, probably to the kitchen. He walked into his room to check it out. He felt oddly sleepy looking at the cozy, red room. He walked over to the bed and rested his eyes on the pillow for a while, feeling completely relaxed. He fell asleep to the serene darkness of his eyelids.

When he woke up, he found a piece of the chocolate pie by his bed. He almost wanted to eat it, but he realized he wasn't hungry, or hurt. He figured all food in the underground was for healing of some kind. This chocolate pie defiantly healed a lot more than a piece of candy did. He decided to keep it for later, despite how good it smelled right then and there.

He explored the room, rummaging through a chest of old shoes, turning a lamp on and off a thousand times, and looking at a dusty old picture frame, that was probably empty, but he couldn't see because of all the dust. He went over to a box at the end of the bed, seeing a bunch of toys that looked like they were thrown out by humans. Some were broken and others were just plain boring. He picked up one of the plain figurines. It seemed to be of some kind of animal with a long neck, like a green giraffe or a hoofed dinosaur. He tossed it back into the box. He wasn't interested in them at all, really. They weren't worth exploring. He sat himself on the bed, a little disappointed in his lack of discoveries. He found himself staring at the floor for what seemed like an eternity, trying to find some way to pass the time in his new room.

Next to the door, there was a clock. He felt himself grow agitated as he saw the minute hand move once. He hopped off the bed and spun around the room, looking to see if Chara reappeared, which she did not.

Next, he decided to explore the hallway to keep himself busy. All there was were a few familiar looking plants he couldn't name and a mirror. He stared into it. It's me.. he thought to himself. He stared at his emotionless face for a little bit. Did he always look like that? He tried smiling, only to see even what seemed like his biggest smile was only a little different than his straight face. He jumped as he saw a ghost appear out of the corner of his eye. He turned around to see Chara. As normal, she had her arms crossed and was looking really bored. She was hardly ever entertained, he noticed.

"UGH! Ask her how to get OUT OF HERE!" she groaned, ten times more expressive and bored than Frisk. He silently wondered why she didn't fly off and entertain herself in some way. There was nothing in the house to kill, so she didn't need to be here to enforce that he killed something.

But there was something in the house to kill.

Did Chara really want to make sure she died, too?

It just didn't seem right.

Chara herself looked in the mirror. "Hey look, it's me!" she said, pointing at the mirror. She giggled. Frisk saw that Chara wasn't pointing to her reflection, but his.

"Wait, that's me," he correctly, softly.

"Oh yeah, I could never hold a straight face for that long." She giggled again, her smile being impossibly large. "I guess you can be Chara now," she mentioned, her giggling clueing in that she was joking around.

"It's me, Chara," He said to the mirror, going along with the joke. Chara stopped laughing, her face going serious.

"Keep your voice down, she'll hear," she warned, her eyes almost starting to glow red. They almost briefly flashed a deep, crimson shade.

"Oh, uh.." Frisk started, before quickly quieting down his voice. "Sorry," he whispered.

"Alright, I'm bored again. Go explore somewhere else, will ya?" she asked. Chara quickly vanished before Frisk could answer. He walked down the hallway and back into the entryway. He continued into the living room, past the reading Toriel, and into the kitchen, where there was a huge pie with a slice taken out of it. The size of the pie intimidated him too much to take another slice for himself. He took to exploring, finding chocolate bars in the fridge and figuring out that Toriel didn't have to use her stove to cook the pie. She must have used fire magic. He rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, filled with utensils.

"Where are the knives?" Chara asked, curiously, causing Frisk to jump up and almost bang his head. He hadn't realized she had reappeared. "Damn, that goat really does childproof everything." Frisk nodded in agreement, closing the cabinets. He sat on the kitchen floor, feeling really bored. He sighed in a defeated way.

"Why not go talk to Mrs. Overprotective?" Chara offered from above. Frisk nodded, liking the idea. Chara disappeared as he headed to the living room where Toriel was sitting and reading.

"Up already, I see?" she stated. "Um... I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I've also prepared a curriculum for your education. This may come as a surprise to you, but I have always wanted to be a teacher," she explained. Frisk stared at her blankly, too lost in his own thoughts to truly listen. Sure, listen was something to do, but just speaking to her reminded him of some thoughts.

He wanted to see the rest of the Underground.

After that, he wanted to return to wherever he came from.

He could even resurrect Chara, and they could live in the woods near Mt. Ebott together.

"...actually, perhaps that isn't very surprising," Toriel continued. "STILL. I am glad to have you living here."

Frisk broke from his own thoughts right after Toriel finished her thank you. "Oh, did you want something?" she asked. "What is it?" He thought for a little bit if he really did want something. In the end, there was.

"When can I go home?" he asked.

"What? This.. this IS your home now," Toriel explained. Well, that was kind of creepy. There were probably people on the surface looking for him. For being so kind and loving, she sure was selfish. He spent all of five minutes awake here, and was already bored. Plus, if he stayed here, he'd rarely see Chara, and talk to her even less. Chara would probably get bored and fly off without him after a while. She'd find someone else who can see her to try and resurrect her. Maybe she'd even hang out with that other ghost after a while of being bored. He couldn't see himself living here.

Toriel probably said something, but once again, he wasn't listening, he was too busy thinking.

"How do I exit the ruins?" he asked.

"Um... how about an exciting snail fact?" she offered, trying to avoid the subject. "Did you know that snails... sometimes flip their digestive systems as they mature? Interesting."

Who does what now? He didn't care. "How do I get out of here?" he asked one last time.

"...I have to do something. Please wait here." As if he would do that.

He was an explorer!

Explorers never wait when they are told! They strut off towards the danger and explore the deepest of falls. They stand tall and become heroes!

He went to see where Toriel went before concluding she must have gone downstairs. He completely forgot about exploring down there. He walked down the stairs. When he got down there, he saw that this part looked a lot more like the rest of the ruins, with purple walls and light purple floors. He walked down the path to see where Toriel went. He found her standing in the middle of the hallway.

"You wish to know how to return 'home' do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the ruins. A one-way exit to the rest pf the underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs." Toriel walked ahead blankly. Frisk immediately went to catch up. He couldn't have his one exit destroyed. He needed to get out of here. There was no way he could stay.

He found that she once again had stopped, probably to tell him more things. He didn't fully listen to her this time. When she walked off, he once again followed. He figured what she was telling him was important information. He heard that someone would try and kill him, but he simply didn't care enough to listen. Chara would warn him if someone were to kill him. She'd probably try her best to protect him, too.

Hell, she'd make him kill them, instead of them killing him.

Once again, he caught up. Toriel was just standing there, as if waiting for him to follow. Was she trying to give him a chance?

"Do not try and stop me," she said. "This is your final warning." She walked off one final time. He debated going back, but he felt needed to move on. He felt very... determined.

This time when he found her, she was in front of a purple door with some kind of marking on it. It was the exit to the ruins, and she was going to destroy his one chance of helping Chara.

"You want to leave so badly?" she asked, still in a sweet, but almost daring way. "Hmph," she immaturely groaned. "You are just like the others. There is only one solution to this." She paused, as for dramatic affect. "Prove yourself... prove to me you are strong enough to survive!" Once again, she paused. "Wait... why are you looking at me like that? Like you have seen a ghost. Do you know something that I do not?" Frisk felt shocked at her saying this. Yes, he had seen a ghost, Chara, but she wasn't here right now. He needed her to help fight Toriel!

"No... that is impossible," she said, almost to herself. The lights around him went dark. He felt the red mist fly out of him.

This wasn't good.

He had to battle Toriel, Alone.

She blocked the way.

"Toriel, stop this! Don't make me kill you!" he called out weakly. Fire came at him from both sides. He tried to doge. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming as his side got burned. Toriel prepared another magical attack.

"She's not here... I don't need to do this." He said it so quietly, he sounded as if he was reassuring himself instead of Toriel. The monster didn't seem phased at the words. Talking wasn't working. She continued to attack. Fire ambushed him, and he found it almost impossible to move without getting burned. His sides stung with heat. Toriel was looking through him. "Please... you've been so nice to me... I can't forgive myself if I kill a monster I knew..." Once again, his tone was weak and as if said to himself. Frisk was met with a flaming inferno. He screamed in pain. He got the toy knife out of his pocket.

"Maybe I do need to do this," he muttered. Fire came at him from all directions, and he didn't even try to doge. Every piece of skin but his right hand, the one with the toy knife in it, was burned red. He held in his scream.

"At least Chara asks me things!" he screamed. "At least she didn't force me into something I didn't want to do!" Toriel's eyes went wide. This time, when fire came at him, he neared it, and the fire went away. It was as if Toriel didn't want to hurt him, either. He felt his eyes go puffy. Tears welled up in his eyes at the overwhelming obstacle. He couldn't kill her, but he couldn't afford to keep her alive, either. If he did, she would just keep him here. He'd never get to live the way he wanted.

"At least she talks back while making me cry!" he yelled in aggravation. He wished Toriel would say something back or quit the battle. His arms burned. His legs were too charred to even move. The smell of his own burning flesh made him sick. A tear rolled down his cheek. Once again, Toriel attacked, but didn't even aim. Never before had he felt so trapped. Talking wasn't working. Were there other peaceful solutions?

He so badly wanted to talk to her to convince her they didn't need to fight and she didn't need to die, but then he realized something. She wasn't worth talking to. First, she forces him to stay here, blocks his way when he tries to leave, and didn't even try to listen to reason. All for the sake of protecting him?

Once again, fire rained down on him, without actually hitting him. Another tear fell, but he felt braver, and got to his feet. He was stronger now. Chara had made him stronger. He held the knife in his hand and went right next to Toriel. With an emotionless expression and soulless eyes, he slashed into her chest. Blood spilled everywhere. Finally, she talked back. It was clear her words would be her last. She should have protected herself.

"Y... you... really hate me that much?" she said, shakily. Her face was shocked and clearly hurt. His face was, as always, emotionless.

"Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you here. Not you... but them!" She weakly laughed. He saw a patch of white mist where Toriel's body once was. Just like the others, she too had blown away into dust. The white heart-shaped mist was all that remained. That, too, broke, then blew away into dust. In front of him was a door that would give him access to the rest of the underground. He barely thought about what he had done. As nice as that goat was to him, she also was pretty selfish and naïve. He didn't need protecting, she saw that by the end. She should have just let him go when he asked. Why couldn't she see that she didn't need to die? Couldn't she just listen?

"F-Frisk?" Chara wondered from behind him. The boy turned around. Toriel's blood was on the knife in his hand and on his shirt, yet he didn't have a bit of remorse on his face yet. Chara herself almost looked sad. "Y-You didn't have to..."

"You're almost as opaque as that other ghost now," Frisk said, his face going into a small, content smile and his eyes lit up childishly. "I tried telling her that I didn't have to, she wouldn't listen."

"C'mon, let's go," Chara insisted. She floated through the door, and Frisk followed.

Should he have done that?

Should he regret it?

Woah... well... at least I don't need to listen to the genocide sound track anymore to exaggerate how little of a soul people who play the genocide route have...

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thatawkwardmomentwhenyourcharactersrunoffwiththeplotwithouttellingyouaboutitfirst

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So um..

R&R (that stands for rant and reconsider life).

Ima edit this tonight before posting. Yay to edited chapters ^-^.

Also, I think I'm improving on my dialogue grammar mistake thingy. Yay again!

I'm just going to go listen to memory and cry...

Oh wow, I just read through it, that wasn't as emotionally scaring as I thought at first. Wow, I was actually paced with drama for once. Is it April 1st? No? Dear Asgore that means I'm dreaming.

(Also, somewhere in a review it said it wasn't likely they saw him like a god, but undertale is my god, so "oh my asgore" is actually a saying of my own. Plus, undertale has a pretty old-fashion set up, and in the middle ages, people revered kings as god or something like that.

Yeah now that I think about it, "oh my asgore" doesn't make much sense.

But neither does a white talking goat mom, so this is fair game.)