The two children immediately got a call from Toriel as they left the room, making Harry tense up. But Frisk assured him that Toriel wouldn't be mad. They suddenly pulled out the phone again and called Toriel.
"Hello? This is Toriel."
"Hey Mom!" Frisk replied, making Harry cover his mouth. Why were they calling her 'mom' all of a sudden? Wasn't that going to make her mad?
"Did you just call me… mother? W-well, would that make you happy? To call me mom? Well then! Call me whatever you like. Does Harry share the same sentiment?" Toriel asked, and from the tone of her voice, she sounded a bit hopeful. Frisk looked at Harry, and he looked away, before nodding slightly.
Toriel was a very nice woman… err, goat woman, so Harry didn't really mind if she was his new mom, though he was a bit wary of her. Frisk hung up after Toriel expressed her happiness at being called mother, and led Harry further into the room.
In the room they entered, there was another glowy thing resting over a pile of leaves.
"Can… can you explain to me what it is now?" Harry asked, looking up at Frisk with pleading eyes.
"Well… see, I have a cool power. I can SAVE. Which basically means that if I die, I can go back to the last time I saved, and everything will be back to normal…" Frisk explained, rubbing the back of their head. "Or even if I don't die, I can go back if something messes up."
"R-really?" Harry had wide, amazed eyes as Frisk talked.
"Yeah, it's pretty cool… though, dying kind of sucks. Plus, I'm mostly the only one who remembers what happened after every time I reload." Frisk sat down in front of Harry. "It's kind of weird. The only other people who can kind of remember is that flower, and a guy we'll meet later."
"Really? So… this isn't the first time this has all happened?" Harry was really confused, wondering if this had happened to him before, but he just didn't remember.
"Well… yes and no. This is the first time I've ever met you actually!" Frisk responded with a smile. "So… I don't know what's going to happen now. But that's the fun part!" Their face was lit up with a smile. They got up, preparing to move on, before they paused.
"Oh, I should explain something though. Whenever we get into a fight, ALWAYS Spare them OK?" Harry nodded in understanding after Frisk was done talking. "Great! Now, let's go!"
The two walked around the Ruins for a while, solving puzzles along the way. Eventually, they found a ghost, making Harry a bit scared, since the only ghosts he'd heard about were bad ones. But this one seemed to be pretending to be asleep.
"It's OK, just go over and give him a little push, so he'll move." Frisk urged. Harry did as he was told, but immediately went into a fight along with Frisk.
"Um… , I'm sorry for disturbing you!" Harry yelled, tears in his eyes. "But… we need to get going."
"Sorry…" The ghost started crying, and the two had to dodge the tears that fell. How tears could hurt them Harry didn't know. However, instead of getting upset or afraid, Frisk merely smiled patiently at the ghost, cheering it up a bit.
The next attack wasn't really an attack, but the ghost, Napstablook according to the text box, saying "Sorry, not feeling up to it right now".
"Hey, buddy, what do you call a sheep with no legs? A cloud!" Frisk joked, making Harry and the ghost smile a bit. He wasn't sure why Frisk was doing all this, but he supposed it'd make the ghost not fight them.
"Let me… try…" Suddenly, the tears that had been attacking them moved upwards, to make a hat atop the ghost's head. "Do you like it?"
"Wow! I love it!" Harry cried out with wide, fascinated eyes. Frisk nodded in agreement.
"Oh gee…" Napstablook said, looking sheepish. "I usually come to the ruins to be alone. But you guys are really nice. I'll go now… later…" The ghost disappeared, letting Harry and Frisk move on.
In a room across from the one they were in, they could see a room which seemed to have a sign and several spider webs in it. Harry read the sign as soon as they went in, seeing it was a sign for a Spider Bake Sale. He wasn't sure why spiders needed money, but he was curious as to what spider food tasted like.
"Can we buy something? I think we have enough Gold…" Harry asked, looking hopeful. He knelt down to one of the webs and smiled at one of the spiders.
"You're not scared of them?" Frisk questioned, kneeling down as well. The first time they'd entered they'd been a bit afraid of the spiders, and hadn't bought anything.
"Nuh uh. There were a lot of spiders in my cup -room back at my old house. I like spiders, they're cute!" Harry put 10 Gold in the web, and the spiders brought down a donut, as well as the three extra Gold he put in. "Oh! No, no, you can keep the three. You guys seem like you need some help… Um, may I ask why you're doing the bake sale?" He asked, tilting his head.
The spiders looked at each other before writing out something on a paper, that told them that they were trapped in the ruins and they couldn't go out because of the cold outside and needed money to get back together with the other spiders in another place farther away.
"Oh! Maybe Frisk and I can help? I mean… maybe we could hide you guys under our shirts and carry you? We'd keep you warm!" Harry suggested, but Frisk shuddered, not wanting to carry a bunch of spiders under their clothes. The spiders merely shook their tiny heads and thanked him anyway, much to Frisk's relief.
After a few more minutes of wandering, and another run in with the ghost, the two found their way to a dead end, as well as a Froggit.
"I just saw Toriel coming through here with some groceries, but I didn't ask what they were for. We're all too intimidated to talk to her…" The Froggit said, making Harry confused. Toriel seemed nice enough, so why were they intimidated.
In the next room, they found a toy knife. Dudley had one back at Number 4, but had broken it during a game of 'Harry Hunting'. Shaking himself from his thoughts, he followed Frisk out of the room, and into a larger one with a tree inside, surrounded by fallen leaves.
"Oh my, that took longer than expected…" Toriel walked towards the door, seemingly having finished her business, and put the phone to her ear, before spotting the two of them. "My children! What are you doing here? Are you hurt? You're… not hurt, that's good. I shouldn't have left you two alone for song long, it was irresponsible to try and surprise you like this. Er…" Toriel stopped when she said there was a surprise, most likely embarrassed that she had revealed it.
Harry… wasn't too fond of surprises. Surprises usually meant something bad. And although the rational part of him knew better, the majority of him was afraid that Toriel would hurt him as well.
"I suppose I cannot hide it any longer, let us come in and get you settled." Toriel led the two inside, and as soon as they stepped in, Harry could smell something amazing. It reminded him of a home long lost to him.
"Do you smell that? Surprise! It's a butterscotch-cinnamon pie! I thought I'd make one to celebrate your arrival, so I will hold off on snail pie for tonight." Harry could feel tears brimming in his eyes at the thought of Toriel making something for him, though he knew it was for Frisk as well.
"Thank you miss…" He whispered.
"I'm very glad to have you both here. It has been quite some time since I had visitors. I have another surprise for you. Follow me!" She exclaimed and led them down the hall to a door. "A room of your own! Well, you will have to share as the only other rooms I have are my own… and one unfinished room, I hope you do not mind."
Harry's eyes were wide. He actually got a room? And not a cupboard? He couldn't restrain himself from running over and hugging Toriel tightly.
"Thank you so much!" He yelled, then pulled away quickly in shame, preparing for a hit of some kind.
"It is nothing my dear. I am very happy to have you." She said, patting his hair gently. He sniffled and rubbed his teary eyes. "Oh my, you look quite sleepy, why don't the two of you rest up while I finish the pie?"
"That's a good idea. C'mon Harry." Frisk replied taking Harry's hand gently. There really was only one bed in the room, but it was big enough for the two of them if they squeezed together.
"Frisk… you can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." Harry said, looking down.
"No way! That floor is hard as a rock, I won't make you sleep there. Get in, I won't be upset." With a tiny nod, Harry did what Frisk told him to, curling up in the bed and closing his weary eyes. The bed was soft and the blanket warm, making him fall asleep almost instantly. It was the same for Frisk, every time they fell asleep right away.
When Frisk woke up, they were confused as to why the bed seemed smaller than normal, before they remembered what'd happened before, which brought a smile to their face. Sitting on the floor were two slices of pie, one for them and one for Harry.
Speaking of the boy, he seemed to be waking up due to Frisk's getting up. He wondered why his normally uncomfortable and cold cot was warm and soft. There wasn't the usual draft either. He finally opened his eyes to see an actual ceiling instead of the underside of the stairs. Then he turned and saw Frisk. He sat up quickly in shock.
"F-Frisk? It… wasn't a dream?" His tiny voice whispered, making Frisk smile and ruffle his hair.
"Nope! And guess what, we got pie!" The cried, holding out the slice for Harry to take. The plate was huge in his hands, and he took a small nibble off the end, making him smile happily.
"I-I don't think I can eat this all though…" He mumbled, looking at the plate sadly.
"It's OK, just save it for later." Frisk put their slice into their pocket, making Harry yelp in shock. Weren't their clothes going to get messy?
"It's OK! It won't make a mess or anything, it won't even squish. I don't know how, but I guess the magic keeps it from doing that." Frisk explained, pulling the pie out again, not even squished a little bit. Harry's eyes went wide and he slowly put the pie under into his pocket as well. It somehow fit despite being huge, and the weight of the pie was only barely there.
"How… does it do that?" Harry asked, looking up at Frisk with wide eyes. Frisk grinned and wiggled their fingers.
"Mmmagic~" They replied, making Harry giggle. He still wasn't used to the word being said so carelessly. He stood up and brushed some dirt off his pants, and he quickly turned around to the bed to see if he'd gotten it dirty, but somehow, the bed was perfectly clean, the only sign it'd been slept on was the messed up covers.
It was then that he saw that his fingers weren't the same as they had been when he woke up. His fingers were now only bones, making him scream.
"Harry! What's wrong?" Frisk immediately looked at Harry's hands, their eyes widening as well. "What the…?"
"I heard screaming! What is wrong?" Toriel suddenly threw open the door, a concerned look on her face.
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry for-for being a freak. I-I didn't… i didn't…" Harry's eyes were full of tears as he desperately tried to hide his hands. "I-I-I-" Frisk carefully took Harry's hands into their own, and when Toriel saw them, her eyes widened.
"My dear… what happened to your hands?" She asked, kneeling down.
"I-I don't know! I… this h-happened before but-but it went back to normal a-after so please don't be mad! I-I'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again!" He yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks in waves now.
"You… do not appear to be injured. That is good but… Harry dear, may I see your SOUL?" Toriel said gently, putting a hand on Harry's head softly. Harry nodded, trying to blink the tears away. Toriel gently pulled out his SOUL gasping when she saw it.
"My child… that is a very unique SOUL you have… it is… very much like a Monster's… wait a moment." She looked a bit closer and gasped. "My child… this… Haha… you are very special indeed."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Harry asked, sniffling.
"Y-yeah! What do you mean?" Frisk asked, looking a bit excited.
"Well, Harry dear, besides being sideways, a thing which I have not seen in a great many years, it seems as if you have more than one SOUL here. One seems to be wrapped around yours almost protectively and the other looks like it's stuck to yours." Toriel explained, first pointing to the white part, then to the red.
"R-really? How come?" Harry replied, scared. Why were there different SOULs on his? Was it bad?
"I think… we should talk to someone about this mom. I mean, maybe we could find out what's going on with his SOUL?" Frisk suggested, but Toriel shook her head.
"No, no, it's far too dangerous. The other monsters might not be so… accepting of you two. Go back to sleep children, I will be doing the same now as well. We will talk about this more in the morning." Toriel replied, standing up and giving the two a stern look. After a moment, she walked out of the room, and Harry could hear her entering the door next to them.
"Let's go." Frisk said as soon as they were sure Toriel was out of hearing range.
"Wh-what? But… she told us to stay here! And-and that it was dangerous out there." Harry whimpered.
"Harry, remember how I said that I've done this before? Don't worry, it's not as dangerous as Toriel says. Come on, there's a guy I know that I think can help us. Toriel might be upset at first, but she'll understand." Frisk took Harry's hand, not waiting for a reply, and walked quickly, but quietly out of the room. Frisk stopped briefly to write a letter.
"Dear, Toriel Don't worry, me and Harry are fine. We just left the Ruins to find someone to help us find out what Harry's SOUL is all about. If you want, you can come after us, we'll be fine.
Love, Frisk."
The dark halls under the house briefly reminded him of his cupboard, and as they walked down the cold and silent halls, he became more uneasy. He wanted to go back upstairs, to wait for Toriel, but part of him was… excited to go against what he was told. It gave him a kind of rush that he'd never felt. So, he kept hold of Frisk's hand as they walked.
Eventually, they made it to a large door, Frisk walked up to it and began to poke around it until the door opened. The two walked down another long corridor until…
"Clever… verrry clever. But you know, no matter what you do. I won't give up." Flowey was waiting there. Waiting for them and looking at Harry with a sinister look in his eyes. "It's not everyday that a SOUL such as yours appears. This is faaar more interesting than our past games. See you later…" The flower laughed sinisterly and vanished. Harry looked up at Frisk, who only squeezed his hand tightly, but smiled a bit at him.
"I promise, I won't let anything happen." Frisk promised. Harry looked down before holding out his skeletal pinkie finger.
"Pinkie swear?" He prodded. Frisk locked pinkies with him and nodded.
"Pinkie swear! Now, let's go find a certain pun lover." Those words made Harry tilt his head curiously, but he didn't question it.