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“Happy kiss day to you, too, deary.” She laughed, amused that Sans had come over just for this occasion. What a silly little skeleton he was.
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Toriel’s excitement for this day seems to know little bounds. The tall Monster scoops her new guest up for a tiny spin around before liberally smooching against his bony jawline, then carefully setting him down.
“Happy Kiss day, dear!!!”
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Toriel’s arms coil around Mel and hoist the child up for an accompanied hug for good measure, followed by a little peck against her forehead. Toriel seemed more than glad to share the love with child.
“Happy Kiss day. I do hope you’ll have a good one.”
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Accompanied with nothing more than a giggle, she knelt down and placed two hands on either side of Red’s skull. He is met with a very chaste kiss pressed against his teeth.
“Happy Kiss Day, dear.”
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Toriel was more than glad to accept the gift, and even more so to provide a small peck on the cheek. Kiss day was such a grand idea. Not that you needed a special day to kiss people, but it sure gave you a nice excuse, right?
“And a happy Kiss day to you, dear!”
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starsgivemehp:
Oh, stars… she was going on. He tensed his shoulders, trying to keep his emotions in check. Starting to cry in front of your cool, calm, very pretty crush wasn’t charming, it was pathetic, and he’d much rather not.
“i don’t think you understand,” he said, forcing his voice to remain calm and not sound like a broken child’s voice. “it’s not that i don’t try. it’s not that i don’t still love him. it’s just… the things that i did to him were…”
“i was a shitty big brother. i did bad things. ok? i don’t want to talk about this anymore. let me get those eggs.”
Fuck. He teleported away, into the alternate skelebro’s house, then took a moment to compose himself. He wiped his eyesockets with one sleeve quickly, then took a deep breath. No crying. No panic attack. No… nothing. Not now. Once he was sure he was calm, he grabbed the eggs, then returned with another pop of red magic and set the carton down. His voice sounded much calmer.
“i didn’t think you’d want to. that’s why i was surprised when you said there was a plan. you’re right, that sounds dissatisfying. perhaps there’s a way to use frisk’s soul without harming her…”
He trailed off, putting his good hand to his chin. “hmm… i wonder if the strength of a soul with determination would… red isn’t like the other soul colors, it’s very possible that… hmm… but wouldn’t this sans have thought of that? why hasn’t he tried it? theoretically it should be harmless…”
Oh shit he was mumbling science aloud.
Damn it, Toriel.
She knew she shouldn’t have furthered it. But she was concerned! She cared about her friend! She wanted him to know that. And she wanted him to be happy. No matter what his timeline was like, wasn’t it better to provide faith that the people he loved would come through with him?
Why did it seem that Sanses had a hard time grasping that concept?
... She silently stirred the pot, letting the mixture coming to a boil before settling the fire down to let the pot simmer. In the meantime, Toriel put flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, nutmeg, cinnamon all into a bowl, mixing it around until you’d be able to add the eggs in. At least she had baking as a distraction from just how needlessly prying you were towards Red. Unacceptable, honestly. It’d be different if the two of them were closer friends, but...
She squeezed the spoon, stirring a little faster and shoving those thoughts aside.
On his return, she greeted him with a warm smile.
Ah-- he was continuing that line of conversation? Probably for the best. A better topic to stick with then trying to talk about something else. She gestured to the bowl.
“They’re a good kid. They’ll pick they’re own path, and I’ll support them whatever their choice might be, but... for now, I intend to keep them safe. Until then...”
... Huh? What’s this gibberish he’s speaking now? Were those even complete sentences?
“Only need two eggs, would you like to mix them in to the topping mixture?”
starsgivemehp:
“…you’ve never been to a timeline like mine. ‘forgiveness’ ain’t in the dictionary, tori. things between my boss and i haven’t changed in decades.”
He dropped the subject there, not willing to elaborate on exactly how he had fucked up his relationship with his precious little brother. He kept opening the cans.
‘with the kid under your care, what is the plan here in your timeline? just… wait for another…? or…?”
He trailed off, letting her fill in the blank. He doubted she’d be content waiting for another. She was even softer than his own Toriel, and far more sane. He handed over the peaches, then watched her add everything else, trying to label and detail each step in his mind to try himself, later.
“cinnamon, huh? i’m pretty fond of it myself, though i prefer butterscotch.” He winked. “that pie of yours, tori. now that is my baking goal. heh.”
“want me to pop over and grab ‘em for ya? i’m sure your sans won’t mind.”
Oh if only her hands weren’t currently gloved and prepped for cooking. She was so ready to hug her friend. She wanted to assure him that things would be fine, and that there was only good to come, but he was right. She didn’t know anything about his world.
But there was always a little good in everyone, and you would assume, in every world, too. Even if it was hard to find. She knew she should’ve dropped it there, but...
“There was something I used to tell the first human. It’s hard for the ones who’s world have given up on them. It’s hard to forgive when all they know is what little their world gave them...” This conversation was also familiar. “But I will always have faith in them. Just as I do in you. And your brother. I am sorry if that does not seem like enough...”
There was no easy way to transition this to the next topic. She gave a small sniff. These familiarities caused an ache in your chest. She missed her children. She missed them horribly. And talking about Frisk was supposed to help, but in the end, she was certain it almost made things worse.
“There isn’t a plan right now. We are taking things a day at a time until something is figured out. And you say that as if I would give up another child in Frisk’s place. I don’t think anymore lives should be forcefully taken.”
Sans probably had a plan. He always seemed to. Which was strange... but...
“Oh geez, you’re going to make me blush. It’s nothing special, honestly. Probably one of my easier recipes, if I’m being honest.” She smiled. “And, if you would. I have to keep stirring the peaches.”
"Eeep!" Yet another portal in the wrong place while exploring the multiverse. And this one is right where a human usually falls into the underground. They fall and roll to soften the landing, before standing up. "...Wonder when I am." They know where they are. It's a question of when for them. They shrug and start to proceed through the ruins. The puzzles are so routine to them that they start to do them on autopilot, if they reach them before someone finds them.
Something is... amiss.
Normally doing the runs in the Ruins weren’t so quiet. Toriel wasn’t sure where the other Monsters had gone to. They all seemed to have scurried off elsewhere-- how curious? They didn’t often gather elsewhere unless something new was happening.
Was something new happening?
She stopped her usual route to make a beeline right for the Hole of the Ruins. She’s almost a little frantic. Had someone fallen? She needed to be there. How scared they must be! What if they got hurt? What if... Uh...? The soft clicking of someone tampering the the puzzles caught her off guard. How did they get so far this quickly...?
“Hello? Is someone there?” she called regardless, peering through the doorway to the next room.
starsgivemehp:
Oh stars! She pinned her fluffy ears back like they were hair! That was so cute, honestly? Red mentally kicked himself for getting so distracted by it. Stars, he was in deep… He tried to focus back in. Right, his… frankly fucked-up relationship with Boss.
“ah, yeah… well, i mean… i wasn’t kind before. in fact, i was very very unkind to him, this one time, and… well… honestly he has every reason to hate me.”
Shit. Shit he didn’t mean to confess something like that.
“oh yeah, sure. gotta work with what you’ve got, right? when you make it to the surface, everything can be fresh again…”
He summoned a magical red hand to hold the can, then tugged the mitten off his left hand with his teeth. Into his pocket it went. Though his right hand, still mittened, remained in its pocket. Seemed he used the manifested one in place of it. His real hand got to work opening each can. Even without a tab to pull, it was easy work. He didn’t need a can opener, all he needed was one distal phalanx, sharpened into a point. It sliced right through with a bit of force applied. Convenient, if unconventional.
“... I don’t think so. Hate is a strong word, you know?” One Chara used a lot to describe humans. Toriel has had this conversation a lot. “But time changes people. And when the change is evident enough, with enough good intent, I believe that forgiveness is soon to follow.”
Like, how she expected her people to forgive the humans when they finally returned to the surface.
“I don’t mind... I mean, at least we have something rather than nothing. I... would like to see the surface again, but I’m disappointed in how it’s been chosen to go about reaching it. It’d be sort of bittersweet to get there at last...”
He sure was going through a lot trouble to hide his hand. It wouldn’t be polite to ask what was up with that, but the curiosity was definitely there. Maybe you could bring it up later? Perferrably not after she just had him talk about his brother, which he clearly wasn’t comfortable with. But the goat monster was so terribly glad he did, though. It meant he was comfortable enough to. That was... an elating feeling?
She gave him a small “thank you”, and set about 6 cups of peaches into the pot. Then she tossed in a few other things to the mixture--- flour, cinnamon, cloves, brown sugar... it was very mechanical, like Toriel had done this a billion times before.
“First, we caramelize the peaches, just enough to bring out the sweetness. Cinnamon’s always important in most of my deserts. We’ll let it come to a boil, then simmer it while we make the crumb-topping. And-- shoot, I’ll have to grab eggs from next door. Next thing I’m investing in will definitely be a fridge. I shouldn’t have this sort of problem in Snowdin.”
starsgivemehp:
“yeah? well, that’s good. i’m happy for you. yeah, classics tend to be, uh… well… nice. nicer, anyway. i’m not surprised people took a liking to you, tori. what’s not to like? you’re pretty and funny and kind and… you know.” Red stop rambling. God damn it she was too attractive.
None of her books interested him, unfortunately. He’d hoped for a moment that she might have a space book, but alas. And classic literature - or anything all that fancy in terms of language - didn’t interest him at all. He was far more interested with technical things. Advanced physics books. Frisk’s curriculum textbooks were things he’d read at two years old, honestly.
(But that was a bad science thing.)
“ah. yeah, my boss.”
His grin died down. “my… my papyrus. my brother. we, uh…”
Don’t like each other. (lie)
Had a falling out. (truth)
“…don’t get along very well.”
Half truth.
‘ok, so this crumble. how do we start?” He wandered back over to her.
“Classics...?” An odd term. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it? Though, there go his compliments again. Gosh, he was so sweet. How dare he, honestly!
Toriel, carefully pinned her ears behind her so they wouldn’t get in the way, putting on gloves as not to get hair everywhere, and began pulling out a few peach cans.
“I’m sorry to hear that... I have hope that’ll change for you. Someone as kind as you will surely receive such in return. It just takes time sometimes.”
And here, she passed him the cans. “If you could open these-- normally, I’m not about using anything in cans, but ripe peaches are rare in the Underground. They don’t farm well here...”
starsgivemehp:
“uhhhh…”
He hadn’t been prepared to divulge this information.
“i’m… not sure about the exact number, but… somewhere around 125 years…? for a skeleton, i’m the equivalent of about 23 in human years… so… yeah, it’s been a damn long time.”
Honestly, he was surprised she was more focused on the number than the fact that he had said ‘created’ and not ‘born.’ But, hey. He wasn’t keen on divulging that secret.
He went inside with her and looked around. Not bad at all. Honestly their shed was a veritable human prison. Complete with chains and bars and everything. But this… This was pretty homey.
“hey, not bad. not bad at all. i mean, i can say honestly our house was even less furbished when we first got it. nothin’ but some blankets and what appliances were already there. you’re well on your way in here. it’ll be super cozy with some more work.”
He wandered over to her bookshelf to scan her choice of literature.
“oh, i don’t doubt it. classic papyri tend to be big balls of sunshine. nothin’ like my boss at all, heh.”
Oh.
Oh golly, he’s young. Toriel isn’t surprised, of course, but also she wasn’t expecting that. Ignore the fact she’s shuffling nervously by the door. It’s??? It’s fine.
“Ah, yeah, I... it’s coming along. Much smaller than my old home, but it’s worth it. I have good friends here. Everyone’s so kind and welcoming, and not a single person has lowered themselves just because I used to be Queen. They treat me as an equal and it’s... nice.”
Toriel had quite the variety of books. A lot of them were children’s chapter books like Junie B. Jones and Ramona, with the occasional picture books for bedtime stories and whenever Papyrus and Frisk wanted to read together. On top of school books for Frisk’s learning...
Toriel’s spare time reading books for herself had ranged drastically. To things like “Of Mice and Men” and George Orwell books, to crime novels like “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”, to Stephen King, to “Pride and Prejudice”... She liked to keep quite the variety on her. It’s no wonder she loved story telling so much with books like these. Probably why she gave such detailed ramblings as well?
“Oh yes. Sans calls him ‘Sunflower’ sometimes. Though, mostly because he’s so tall,” she giggled. “Your boss?”
Toriel scurried over to her dresser. The top of it was completely cluttered with kitchen supplies, as she didn’t have much in ways of a table yet, so it’d make do. You put a pot on the stove and started getting everything prepared for the crumble.
starsgivemehp:
He took her hand willingly with his left one. The right remained, as ever, in its pocket. Sure, she might tell long stories like an old lady, but he didn’t mind. He could tell stories twice as long. Hearing her imitation of Papgrus made him laugh, that was for sure.
“so, you guys have taken in your kid, huh? that’s… not uncommon, i don’t think. but my timeline has… not gotten their seventh human yet. we’ve been waiting a long time… ’s been since before i was created, so…”
He shrugged, looking over her abode. “the shed, huh? and you’re doing an expansion? not bad. y'know, i’ve met your sans. he’s chill. helped me get home when i first arrived here accidentally. i like the guy, i guess. never met this papyrus.”
Toriel gave her skeletal friend a confused glance. ‘Taken in your kid’? What’s that supposed to mean? Of course she was going to... was there others out there who didn’t? Who wouldn’t want to take Frisk in? That wasn’t...
Guess that would just have to wait. Toriel didn’t really want to have that conversation. Plus, her child was still around and well. That’s what mattered.
“...And how long ago was that?” Toriel, come on, you can’t just ask how old someone is. That’s rude. “We’ve been waiting our fair share of time as well, though. The War was 400 years ago, after all.” Not pleasant thoughts. Change the topic! And get inside!!! it was warmer there! You pushed open the door and ushered your friend inside.
Without those big “human proof” bars in the way, it had a lighter atmosphere without all the cracks and broken windows. It wasn’t big by any means, but she managed to fit in a nice bed her size and one smaller for Frisk. She had a bookshelf, a rug and a dresser, as well as a newly installed oven that seemed... out of place. Suppose it was just here temporary until there was a place to put it.
She supposed it would’ve been better to go next door for more space and a bigger kitchen, but... this’ll do?
“I’d say I’m surprised, but Sans always seems to know when there’s someone new around. Glad you two are getting along, though! I can vouch for his brother as well-- Papyrus is an absolute delight to have around.”
.starsgivemehp:
“i mean, you’re right, that does sound kinda fun. just also sounds like a lotta effort. heh. maybe some other time. and i’d definitely love to meet your other friends. hopefully they wouldn’t find my… different appearance all that shocking.”
People tended to find him intimidating. Yes, all five feet 1 HP of him. So intimidating. But it was the giant crack along his right eye, and his fashion choice, perhaps. People from timelines like this one took one look at him and decided he was a threat, or just scary. Honestly it was funny sometimes, and other times it was just plain annoying. They aughta get a load of his 7′6″ boss.
“baking? now that sounds like fun. can’t say i’ve ever even tried to make a crumble, though, you’d need to teach me. but i like learning that shit. i like to think i’ve perfected quiches. heh. so, uh, lead the way back to your place, then, tori.”
Toriel chuckled with a small roll of her eyes. What a silly skeleton. Even if he did look much different from the ones she knew, Toriel was certain everyone would like him all the same. Or, maybe that was just overly optimistic of her? Whatever, now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
“Not at all, they’re all very accepting individuals. Stars, I would still be in the Ruins if the darling Font family weren’t so thoughtful. Papyrus was... very persuasive getting me to live here.”
She laughed, holding out a hand for Red so she could start the short trek back home. She, again, started prattling on. The Queen loved telling stories just a little too much, didn’t she? Come now, Toriel, wasn’t he supposed to be the one talking about himself?
“After Frisk left, I was not... well. Erm...” A pause, followed by a short sigh. “I was tired of being unable to save anyone. It was definitely not a highlight of my life. But then one day, I hear the exit to the Ruins burst. I go to check, and there is a very tall skeleton entering with an admittedly very stylish pirouette. He tells me, “MISS LADY FROM THE RUINS- OH! HELLO! YOU LOOK REMARKABLY LIKE THE KING. ARE YOU A HIDDEN GIRL CLONE OF HIS?”. Not my best Papyrus impression, but, work with me.”
“Anyway, he proceeds to tell me that as Frisk is the seventh human (eighth, technically, but no one seems to include the first, as their soul was lost), and as such, there was no need for me to oversee the Ruins. I disagreed, of course, but he assured me that it was best that I stayed here to watch Frisk, and that it’d make Sans happy, too... And I very much didn’t want to stay back there. Plus, the door was already broken, so it’s not like there was much use staying, right? So, here I am.”
Which was perfect timing for that line, all things considered, since the two had arrived home. Her home, the little shed next to the skelebros home. Refurbished, of course, suitable enough to live in, and looked as though it was going under some gradual construction.
“Gracious, sorry. I probably should shorten stories like that.”
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“ i didn’t think it would needle them that much. “ they are maturing into an insufferable punster.
“Maybe they just don’t understand our puns bring peace and yarn-mony.” Watered the small pun and we watched it grow.
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“ it’s knot that big of a deal, right? i mean, there’s no need to twine about it! “
“It’s sew overdramatic. If only one wool’d calm down.”
She’s so proud.
