Hey all! I finally posted these two chapters (after having them sit in my folders for literally 3 months) because fanfic user Tc the writer reminded me that I had this story. Anyway, sorry for the wait and without further ado, here's chapter two of the story! Thanks and Enjoy!
The voice came from a tall, horned humanoid goat. She towered over even Sam, who was a giant. She wore a set of purple robes over a white dress. Pure white fur covered her body, her light pink nose and red eyes the only color to her body. She looked like a mother or kindergarten teacher, her eyes showing no malice or hatred, but also full of motherly secrets.
Dean felt oddly at ease with the newcomer, though it was Sam's turn to be suspicious this time. She had called them children, though seemed to know that they were not. Her eyes were not only red in the iris, but bloodshot, and the fur around them was soaked with tears. She had been crying, but putting on a happy face to keep the boys comfortable.
"I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. It is so strange, to see another human. Not just one, either, but two. What are you doing, so far from your home?" Toriel asked.
Her voice was quiet and steady, not wavering or firm. She kept a certain level of confidence and [evenness] to her voice when she spoke, as if she knew that she would be the boys' best shot.
Dean spoke first, "I'm Dean, and this is my younger brother Sam. We were coming to rescue a child who fell down here, but we tripped when we were preparing the rope to propel down here. Have you seen any human children come down here, lately?"
The goat-woman sniffed, suddenly stiffening as he mentioned the fallen child. More tears came to her eyes, and she fell as a wail escaped her lips.
Dean took a step back, taken by surprise at the woman's sudden loss of composure.
She sniffed, sobbing between words. "A human child fell down here not long ago. I let them leave the Ruins. You are too late, they are long dead by now. They always do this to me. They fall. They leave. They die. The king of our kind, Asgore, has probably already sent one of his royal guard to kill them."
Dean shot a quick glance at Sam before kneeling to meet this woman's height. She glanced up at him, then rested her head on his chest. Dean's face flushed instantly, the warm weight on his chest sparking an unusual self consciousness in his chest.
"We'll find the kid. As soon as we do, we'll let you know. I'll help you find them. I can tell that you really care for them. We'll get them back. I promise," Dean whispered to her.
The woman nodded, quietly thanking Dean as he helped her stand. She lifted her head, a new look of DETERMINATION in her eyes.
"Follow me. I will show you the entrance to the Underground. I must ask you to be careful. I want all of you to escape here with your SOULs. Please, make sure that I see you all again."
With that thought, she turned, leading them deeper into the ruins.