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Dean and Sam stood in the living room of Toriel's home, sighing with the warmth of the fire. She had disappeared into the kitchen, heading off to grab food for their journey underground. They both told her that they packed plenty for the trip, which was true, but she insisted. It was only after Toriel left that Dean had realized that all of their food was still by the hole in the mountain. He hadn't grabbed his pack when he went after Sam. He thanked Toriel silently for being so persistent.
Toriel returned, carrying two floral packs of food and new scarves. She wrapped each boy tightly in their scarves, which matched their shirts, and helped them put on their bags.
"I made sure you had plenty of food. Spider doughnuts, from the bake sale just outside, cinnamon butterscotch pie, and some fresh fruits. Make sure to keep your HP maxed out before any battles that may ensue." She kissed them both on the top of the head.
She lead them to the stairs to the basement, refusing to go any farther. Dean and Sam descended the steps, which ended in a long, dim hallway. At the end of the hall sat a heavy wood door with an odd symbol carved into it. It was the same symbol that Dean had seen on Toriel's robes. He pushed the door open tentatively, and was met with the same room at the beginning of the Ruins. Flowey sat in a patch of grass just before their exit.
"I bet you think you can save them, don't you? Well, Chara isn't going to make it through the Underground, and neither will you."
Dean rolled his eyes, walking straight passed the flower and into the Underground, Sam close on his heels. They reached a small bridge, just outside the forest, when Dean and Sam heard the footsteps behind them. They both stopped, waiting to see if whatever it was would follow.
More footsteps. The being was only two feet behind them. There was silence, the stillness in the air was chilling. Sam clutched the scarf around his neck, trying to draw strength from its warmth. Dean reached for the knife in his pocket, only to realize he'd left it behind at the top of the mountain.
" S." A voice rang out behind them. "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO GREET A NEW FRIEND? TURN AROUND AND SHAKE MY HAND."
Dean turn first, followed by Sam. The figure was cloaked in shadows, the hood of his hoodie blocking his face. Dean reached out and grabbed a boney hand, firmly grasping it.
Silence, until…
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