Settling in
When Frisk woke up they were greeted by the darkness of the room. Rubbing their eyes with their balled up fist they sat up and slid out of bed. The smell of the pie that his grandmother promised filled up the room. Frisk carefully felt around the walls for a light switch. There was none in the room but Frisk did come across a lamp.
With the luminosity of lamp the room was no longer dark. In the center of the room on the floor was culprit of the wonderful and divine scent. The butterscotch cinnamon pie. And man did it look good.
Frisk sat in the center of the room and picked up the plate of pie. Wasting no time, they dug in chowing down the pie in record time. Frisk didn't realize they were starving until now. Once done with the slice Frisk stood up and carried their plate quietly out the room peeking out the door to see if Toriel was around. Seeing she wasn't they walk out the room and quietly closed the door behind them self.
Walking to the left there was two other rooms one that had a sign that said "Room under renovations". In the middle of Frisk's newly acquired room and the renovating room was what Frisk assumed to be Toriel's room. Frisk gently knocked. Hearing no answer they walked into the room. The room was large and spacious. A large bed was in the left corner of the room. It was neatly made and looked like if Frisk sat or laid down on it, it would swallow them whole with no way out.
In front of the bed was a desk with a chair in front of it. There was writing utensils and an open journal with a circled passage. Frisk decided to read the circled passage.
What did one toilet say to the other?
Man you look flushed.
Oh my. That was eggcelent, I just crack myself up. I didn't think I had such a potty mouth.
Frisk couldn't hold back the cringe. Next thing they know it, a black bar appeared in front of them There was a question:
Would you like the true reset?
Yes No
'No' Frisk thought. 'Not yet.' Frisk then backed away from the journal like it had the plague, and then left the room closing the door behind them. They let out a sigh and walked in the direction of where they assumed the kitchen and their grandmother was. Seeing they were correct they pulled at her dress looking up at her.
"Oh! Hello my grandchild. Did you sleep well? I hope you enjoyed the pie I left you. It might of burned a bit because it was in the oven too long, but I do hope it tasted alright."
Frisk shook their head and showed off their small fangs as they smiled. "It WaS aLrIgHt. It TaStEd ReAlLy GoOd."
Toriel smiled running her paws through Frisk's hair. For a few moments her beautiful eyes were glassy. She mumbled something along the lines of 'You look just like them...' "Oh... T-that's good to hear!" She blinked away the tears that were building up and gave Frisk a smile. "You know, I'm reading a really interesting passage about snails. Did you know that snails have a chainsaw like tongue called the radula? It's very fascinating! Would you like to see how it looks ?" Toriel asked with a small smile. Frisk hesitated but then nodded, they wanted to see what their grandmother was so excited about.
Toriel turned the book around to face Frisk. Frisk was able to see a diagram of what the 'radula' was, how it looked, and most of all how it work. And they couldn't help to be fascinated too. They listen as their grandmother read on, telling Frisk fact after fact about snail. Soon enough Frisk was sitting down at Toriel's feet listening intently to the soothing sound of her voice, and to what she was saying. Around the 15th fact she read out to Frisk she closed the book and let out a content sigh.
"You know I wanted to be a teacher. For children around your age at least. But as queen I am unable to do so. But maybe I can fulfill those fantasies with you. There must be a lot of thing you don't know correct?" Frisk nodded to Toriel's questions causing her to smile widely. "Then its official. Your lessons shall start next week, if you don't mind of course."
Frisk felt like even with Toriel's kind personality they would still have to go to these lessons no matter what, so they nodded. "Yes GraNdmOthEr." This caused Toriel to smile widely and gently ruffle Frisk's hair.
"That is wonderful to hear my grandchild. I am very delighted that you are willing to help me out with my dream and let me enlighten you about the underground and how it runs. Would you like another slice of pie as I read the next few facts to you?" Toriel asked. Frisk immediately nodded their head at the mention of the pie. "How many slices?"
Frisk thought for a moment before holding up two slightly furry clawed fingers. "Two PleAse." they eagerly said. Toriel nodded and got up putting her book down in the process. Tilting their head to the side, Frisk read out the title of the book. ' 72 uses for Snails.... Wait USES FOR SNAIL!? Does that mean that there's snails in the pie!?... Eh.. its still good.' Frisk thought with a shrug. Toriel soon came back into the room and then gently placed the plate with two slices of pie down in front of Frisk and handed them a spoon. "ThaNk yOu."
"It is no problem my grandchild. I am just glad you are fairing well and here with me now. And your grandfather and I will make sure you stay here safe forever. We'll take good care of you. And when he's not here I'll be here taking care of you. It get quiet lonely down here you know.. Never mind that now where was I" Toriel sat down and opened her book back up again. The only difference this time around was that Frisk wasn't listening. They were processing Toriel's words.
'Forever is a long time.. Even if it's just an ideology.. an idea. The way grandmother Toriel says it is... unsettling. Like its a prison I will never gt out of. But I'm sure there's a way out. I just hope I don't get in trouble or get hurt.' Frisk held in a sigh as they finished their slice of pie. They decide to not eat their next slice of pie just yet.
"Oh! Here's another interesting one! Did you know that when snails mature they flip their digestive system? Or that-" Toriel was cut off by the sound of rapid knocking at the front door. "Oh? I wonder whom that could be?.. Excuse me my grandchild but I must check this out." Frisk nodded in understanding and stayed seated. They could hear the muffled ribbit of a froggit and his grandmothers worried voice
"How did that-.. OK but why-.. I still don't-... OK just give me-.."
Frisk could only make out bits and pieces of what they were saying but they did understand that it must be serious for if Toriel sounds so worried.
"I'm sorry my child would you be OK for an hour on your own? There seems to be a fight going on near the entrance of the ruins in which you came from and the puzzles are involved. Someone may get hurt or worse. I must leave immediately and I'm trusting you to stay here until your grandfather comes. OK" Toriel rushed out causing Frisk to nod. Toriel quickly kissed Frisk's forehead before rushing out the door with the young froggit. Frisk took this as a chance to get the piece of cloth off the table to wrap up their last slice of pie and put it away for later. Taking a glance in the direction Toriel left in Frisk glanced at the chair.
An idea popped in their head and they rushed back to room they owned for less than a day. Opening the toy box they pulled out a crayon and piece of drawing paper and wrote, 'will be back soon, one day. i promise -frisk. " , in their sloppy handwriting. Frisk folded the piece of paper once and put it on the chair Toriel was sitting in. Frisk hesitated still holding the crayon before adding on, ' p.s will give back book too 'nother promise.' , to the note. Frisk took the book holding it close to their chest before rushing over to the staircase that lead to what they assumed was the exit to the ruins. Frisk jogged down the seemingly long corridor before reaching a large door. The door was a struggle to open due to Frisk's occupied hands and small size but eventual they were able to open it. Stumbling through the door, Frisk ended falling face first into the ground.
"Huh, You think you're so clever don't cha?" looking up Frisk saw Flowey with a smug look on their face. Frisk slowly stood up unsure of what they should do. "Don't worry kid. I won't hurt cha... yet. After all in this world its KiLl Or be KiLleD." Flowey laughed maniacally before sinking into the ground leaving behind a dumbfounded Frisk. Frisk stared at the spot the flower once was before stepping over it and jogging once more.
The more they jogged the faster they decided to run until they were in an all out sprint. Frisk ran straight, not turning left or right even when there was a fork in the road. The cold air kept hitting Frisk's face, causing their eyes to water. But that didn't stop Frisk. They just wiped their eyes and kept sprinting. Frisk ran past many monsters. Some tried to interACT with them but they didn't stop. They didn't know where they were going but they still didn't stop. Until they were stopped, by bumping into someone. Causing Frisk to drop the book.
"Owwie..." Frisked groaned out, rubbing their head. When they opened their eyes they say a bony hand. Like literally a bony hand.
"need a hand?" Frisk heard a deep voice ask. They nodded and reached up grabbing the hand but as soon as he gave it a slight pull it came off. Causing Frisk to gasp in shock. "there now ya' got one."
Frisk blinked twice looking at the hand and then the short,but taller than them, skeleton. Frisk eyes widened when it all clicked and let out a little laugh into the back of their hand. This caused the skeleton to smile "finally someone who can handle my punny jokes.". Frisk laughed again but a little louder this time. "the names sans. sans the skeleton and this is my little bro papyrus." the skeleton, now named sans, step to the side relieving a smaller skeleton that was about Frisk's height, if not an inch taller. The younger skeleton handed Frisk back their book.
"HERE YOU GO. AS MY BROTHER ALL READY INTRODUCED ME MY NAME IS PAPYRUS. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?' Papyrus asked kindly while helping Frisk up. Frisk handed Sans back his hand, and it snapped back in place with a click.
"F-FriSk.." they responded with a small smile showing of their small fangs while doing so. Sans took notice to this. Papyrus did not.
"WELL 'FRISK' MY BROTHER AND I WERE HEADING TO GRILLBY'S WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN US?" Papyrus asked while walking in the middle of Frisk and his brother. Frisk nodded, holding their book to their chest, and Papyrus smiled widely. "GREAT!"
"yep great i guess" Sans responded. Leading them to Grillby's as Papyrus told Frisk everything he knew about Grillby. As they walk Frisk took in the chilly and snow covered environment around them. Another human would be freezing but Frisk felt just fine. The occasion breeze was chilly but overall Frisk felt content. Not paying attention to where they were going Frisk bumped into another person.
"Opf!" Frisk grunted out stumbling back a little. When they looked up they saw a large body hidden with in a cape.
"Oh! Watch where you're going young one, you might get hurt if you don't. Oh? You don't have a sweater or jacket? You might get sick. Here take this." the large figure said. They took of their cape and wrapped it around Frisk's body. "You know you look familiar and so does that book, I believe my wife has the same one. Maybe its just my old age getting to me though."
'So this is my grandfather? He's huge!' Frisk didn't say anything only nodded bashfully Their grandfather chuckled and ruffled their hair carefully after taking notice to their horns. "OH! WHAT ABOUT ME KING ASGORE!?" Papyrus asked with eye sockets filled with admiration. Asgore chuckled and pat Papyrus's head before leaving and waving goodbye. Papyrus let out a squeal "NYEH HEH HEH!! DID YOU SEE THAT SANS!! KING ASGORE PAT MY HEAD!"
"ya bro. and tibia honest that was pretty cool." Frisk let out a small chuckle, causing Papyrus to get a weird feeling in his chest, but he brushed it aside. The king just at his head and smiled at him! That had to be a sign that he'll be let into the royal guard when he grows up and he won't let one tell him other wise! Beside he just made a new friend so everything can only get better from that.