Man I had a story for Frisk when I got home… Oh crap, Frisk! I had completely forgotten about her. My own little sister. I left her alone with my dad to climb this stupid mountain. My heavy drinking, violent dad. What had I done? Without me there for him to take out his aggression, he'd put all that aggression on her. Luckily his violent acts on us have been reduced while Frisk has been mastering her power.
I had to get home, for her. I continued my run through the ruins, taking out monsters who attack me, flipping switches to enter new rooms. It was crazy. To be honest I was scared. As I kicked a Mike Wazowski, as I figured I'd call them, down the hall, I heard a female voice call out.
"Who's out there!" A torch light appeared at the end of the hallway. As it got closer the beast that was holding it appeared to be huge.
I charged at it at top speed.
"A human?!" It said surprised. I left the ground about to punch it. I aimed at its chest , and I appeared to hit my mark. When I hit it though, the beast caught me. I struggled to get away, but she held me close in… a hug?
"There, there my child," she calmly spoke. "You are safe now, no one will hurt you here."
I breathed heavily as the the adrenaline started leaving my body. Suddenly, something weird happened. In her warm embrace I started crying.
"It's ok, my child. There is no reason to cry. I'm here. Let me turn on the lights." She spoke sweetly to me. Through my tears I saw fireballs come out of thin air and hit torches lining the area.
With the lights on I could see who this lady was. The lady that stood in front of me was a monster. She was a goat like creature with small horns, small fangs and white fur. No wonder why her hug was so warm. She wore a white and purple robe also.
"I'm Toriel, the caretaker of the Ruins." She said. "Usually, the past humans hadn't fallen so late in the day. I must apologize for not being there to meet you. I see you have been busy…" she said with a hint of disappointment.
I looked at my gloved hands. They were covered in a dust. I looked down at my legs. They were covered in dust, too. I got down on one knee. I knew where this dust had come from; all the monsters I had brutally murdered had turned into this dust. Toriel stuck her paw out to me. I grabbed it and got up.
"It's ok, you were scared and thought we were trying to hurt you, but here in the Ruins we won't hurt a fly," She said with a sympathetic smile. "Now let's get you to my house. You must be very tired."
She walked me to this house that was built into the rock. It had two widows in the front and no door. She walked me inside. I was surprised to see that the house was actually pretty modern looking. It had a hardwood floor, normal furniture, even a fireplace. There were two hallways and a stairway leading down to what I assumed was a basement.
Toriel took me down a hallway and opened up a door. Inside was a beautiful bedroom built for a child. It was painted red and had stuffed animals all over the place.
"This will be your room, my child," She said. I got up on the bed; it felt very comfortable. My eyes grew heavy, and I yawned. I laid down, and Toriel put a blanket over me. "I will see you in the mornin, have sweet dreams my child." She spoke sweetly. She walked to the door and was about to leave when I spoke.
"My name's Favian," I almost whispered.
She smiled. "It's very nice to meet you, Favian. Now please get some sleep, I will see you in the morning." She said before closing the door.
I fell asleep almost instantly. Nightmares followed me throughout the night. Some about back home with Frisk and my dad, some about my mom, some about the monsters in the Underground that I killed. The worst one I had that night though was one with that demon flower and and monster that looked a lot like Toriel. Flowey held me down as this other monster launched a large pitchfork into my chest.
I woke up in a pool of sweat. That last one was too real. I looked around; I was still in the room. When I looked on the ground I saw a slice of pie. I picked it up and went out into the hallway. Toriel was sitting on a chair in the family room reading. I went up to her.
"Did you make this pie?" I asked.
She looked up.
"Why, yes, my child. I hope you like it I made it with butterscotch and cinnamon. You do like those flavors, don't you?" she asked slightly worried.
"I… I love those flavors," I said with a smile. "Thank you."
I sat down by the fireplace and looked at what she was reading. 101 Ways to Cook Snail. It read. Snail? As a food? I think not! Toriel saw the look on my face and spoke.
"Snails actually taste really good, as long as you cook them right. Do you want a taste? I have some in the kitchen," she said.
Snails equal gross. Gross equals good food. So then snails equal good food? Can't argue with that logic! I got up and went to the kitchen. There was a pie next to the oven. Next to the pie was a bowl that held the cooked snails. I touched one and it felt slimy. So, naturally, I picked it up. I closed my eyes as I stuck it in my mouth, expecting some kind of terrible taste. I was way wrong. The snails tasted almost as good as the pie. I ate a couple more before going back to the family room. By a couple more I mean the entire bowl. Toriel saw my face and laughed.
"Oh my! Did you eat the entire bowl?!" she said laughing. When I nodded, she kept on laughing. "My did you think you were in some eating contest?" she questioned with a smile.
"If I was, you could say I snailed it! ;)" I punned winking.
Toriel was laughing so hard she was crying.
"My.. my! I never thought I'd meet another punny comedian!" She punned back at me.
"Ohhh please! I was the punniest jokester at my school!" I said with a laugh. It was true, when I was at school on a good day I'd have the best jokes around.
"You must've been a joy to be around," she laughed. "How old are you anyway?" She asked brushing away the tears.
"Eleven. I'll be turning twelve in a month," I answered, trying to regain my composure.
"We'll have to throw a big party for you then!" she replied joyfully.
I frowned. Toriel was planning a party for my birthday already. Like I was gonna stay with her forever. As much as I liked her, I couldn't. I needed to get home for Frisk. I could never live with myself if she were to get hurt.
Toriel saw the look on my face and knew what I was thinking about.
"You have a family, don't you." she spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Heh, your mother must be so proud of a strong, funny son like you."
Those words almost brought me to tears. I looked down at the ground trying to avoid showing what I was feeling.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't…" Toriel stammered trying to quickly apologize.
"Stop. It's ok. Mom died when I was eight. Car crash," I said still looking down.
Next thing I felt was a warm, fuzzy hug wrap around me.
"I'm so sorry, my child," Toriel said sadly.
This is what my mom's hugs felt like. I wanted to stay with Toriel so badly. Stay right there with her hugging me. I finally let go.
"I have a sister, Toriel. She's five. My dad's a bad man, and I left her alone with him. I need to get home for her." I stuttered. "Please."
Toriel picked me up and took me to my room. She laid me down on the bed.
"Please stay here and get some rest, my child. I-I have to do something real quick," she instructed.
Frisk is a girl in my universe.