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"Ughh…" mumbled Frisk.

She tried to move her body. Pain flared through her limbs. As she opened her eyes, her vision blurred. It was no use; she was going nowhere. All of a sudden, Frisk heard rustling from nearby bushes. A shadow emerged, and it approached her. Frisk closed her eyes tight expecting the worst.

"You'll be fine now, don't worry," said the creature as Frisk felt arms wrap around her. She squinted up and saw what looked to be a ram before blacking out.

Frisk woke up in a bed. She stood up and walked around the bedroom. Her steps were springy and light. She paused unsure what had happened. Frisk went to the room's door and opened it a crack. She peered into the dark, silent hallway. Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, Frisk explored the house. There were a few other rooms and a dead end on her left. To Frisk's right, a light emitted from a room. She hesitated going towards it. She looked around and stared at the blank walls with no exits in sight. Not knowing where else to go, Frisk shuffled toward the lit area. She glanced around the wall into a living room. In a violet plush chair, a ram creature sat. It was the same one from before. It had horns like a ram and seemingly silky white fur, but it was also wearing a purple dress and reading. Frisk raised an eyebrow. Then, the "ram" looked up and saw her.

"Hello, I see you're finally up," the creature said.

Frisk stared at it in silence, feet planted.

"You aren't much of a talker are you? If you want, I can give you some butterscotch cinnamon pie and explain everything."

Frisk stayed still.

"Where are my manners? I should introduce myself. I'm Toriel; I found you after your fall. I brought you back here and treated your wound. I promise I won't hurt you. Besides, if I wanted to, I would have done it already."

"That's what everyone says," whispered Frisk.

"If I may call you, my child, I would never want to hurt you. I would love for you and I to stay together and live in this house. I could teach you, bake for you, and maybe be a mother to you, if that would be alright."

Frisk eyes widened; she whispered under her breathe, "A mother…"

"A mother," Toriel said, her expression softening.

Frisk stepped out from behind the wall and sat down on a rocking chair across from Toriel. Toriel left the room, grabbed some pie, and handed one to Frisk. They ate, sitting in silence. Toriel looked up at Frisk constantly trying to read the situation. Frisk averted her gaze and focused on her food. Fed up with the awkward tension, Toriel spoke up.

"You must have so many questions. I will happily answer any of them."

"Well… I do have a few…" muttered Frisk.

"Ask away," replied Toriel.

"Where am I?"

"You are in the monster world. There was a war between humankind and monsters, and we were banished here."

"Who are you?"

"I am Toriel, like I told you. I take care of the ruins outside of this house."

"How do I get home?"

Toriel stopped. She went to the kitchen. She returned with another slice of pie. Toriel continued to eat.

"Any other questions? Otherwise, I have a book on snails; I would love to share it with you."

"I asked you how I get home."

"You don't need to go home. You can stay with me. There is a lot of fun we can have here together!"

Toriel smiled a toothy grin, but her expression was pained. Frisk cringed and tucked herself into the chair. All she wanted was to go home. She had not wanted any of this. Determined to get some answers, Frisk channeled her inner courage and stood up.

"I want to go home," Frisk demanded.

Toriel's eyes widened. She fumbled over her words; she didn't want to let another child go. Too many had already been lost. Toriel stood up, too. Frisk took a step back. Then, Toriel did the last thing Frisk expected her to do. She fell to the ground on her knees and begged Frisk not to go. She warned her of the dangers. There would be monsters who would attempt to kill her, and Frisk was not strong enough to face it all alone. Frisk didn't care; she just wanted to get back home, to the human world.

"I'm going home, so how do I get back?" Frisk said trying not to break down at the sight of Toriel's pleading gaze.

Toriel wasn't getting through to Frisk. Her face hardened and without any warning she left the living room. Frisk paused before following the monster. She walked down the stairs into a long hallway. It was dark, musty, and damp. There was no sign of Toriel. She couldn't lose her only way home; she began to sprint down the hallway. She reached the end after what seemed like an eternity. Toriel was there standing in front of a huge gate.

"Why did you follow me?" Toriel said hearing Frisk approach.

"I want to go home."

"Is that all you say?"

"I want to go home."

"If that is what you want, you must work for it. Fight me! Prove that you can survive this world."

"Wha…" said Frisk, but Toriel sent her flying.

Frisk fell against a wall. She struggled to get onto her feet and breathe. Toriel towered over her and waited. Frisk lifted her fists and rushed at Toriel. Frisk hit Toriel square in the side. Toriel didn't do so much as flinch. She lifted Frisk, so they were face to face.

"I don't want to hurt you, and you have already proven to me that you can't fight adequately. You must stay here with me."

"Toriel, I don't want to fight either. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I want to get back home. I cannot stay here in this world. I will do whatever it takes to get back home," Frisk replied as tears welled up around her eyes.

"Whatever it takes? Will you really do whatever it takes? You will pay any price to get home?" Toriel said, a shadow covering her eyes.

"I will."

"We will see if those words stand true once you understand the true weight of them. I hope you remain safe once you cross through this door," Toriel sighed putting Frisk down.

"Thank you, Toriel," Frisk said simply.

"When you go through this door, there will be a world full of monsters, danger, and things you have never seen the likes of. I won't be able to be of any help out there. Be resourceful, smart, and don't pick a fight unless you have to. If you can talk a monster down, do it. It will help you. As you make choices, you must remember every choice has a consequence. Whether you spare or kill monsters, it will affect you later. This is the last little bit of wisdom I give you my child. I wish you luck on your journey."

Frisk was yet on the verge of tears, but she held a determined look in her eyes. Toriel stepped back and opened the gate for Frisk. Frisk turned toward Toriel one final time. Unable to contain her emotions, she threw herself at Toriel in gigantic hug. Toriel stood shocked, but she wrapped her arms around Frisk and whispered, "Stay safe."

Frisk, finally ready to go, walked through the door entering into the monster world.

As the door closed behind her, a whole new world appeared. There was little light; any of it was heavily blocked out by bamboo like shoots. A direct, dirt pathway lay in front of Frisk. She crept along it; keeping her head low; and checking all around her for any incoming monsters. The longer no threat appeared the more Frisk let her guard down. She stood tall and focused straight ahead of her. Then, she came upon a bridge. It was over a small rift; there were bars that seemed to prevent any crossing. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the bars were unevenly spaced. She was able to walk right between them. Frisk laughed at herself. Her laugh echoed really loudly. In that moment of distraction and noise, a monster flew from the shadows and tackled Frisk.

Frisk knocked it off and looked to see what it was. It was a huge frog; it leaned back preparing for another spring. As it jumped, Frisk dodged and grabbed its hind legs. She spun in a circle and threw the frog into the air. Frisk didn't hesitate to start running. The frog took a second to catch its breath before bounding at Frisk.

"Your soul will be mine!" the Frog started to say repeatedly.

Frisk had no clue what it meant, but she kept running. Every single step she took; the frog seemed to be taking three. It caught up to her in no time. The frog leaped at Frisk and knocked her down again. Frisk stared into its eyes and didn't move, paralyzed in fear. The frog somehow surrounded it and Frisk with flies. The flies attacked Frisk. Soon enough, she was covered in scratches, bites, and marks. The amount of bugs was so numerous, Frisk couldn't see a thing. It was never ending. Frisk let out a cry of pain. The frog didn't stop.

"Please stop," Frisk pleaded, "I wasn't going to hurt you; I am just trying to go home."

"I want your soul!" the Frog repeated under its breathe.

"Please, I don't want to fight. You seem like a very nice monster."

The frog paused for a second at the compliment, but it refocused and strengthened the attack. It was unrelenting; there was nothing for Frisk to do. She lay there ready to accept her fate. When out of nowhere, the flies scattered. The frog peered behind it. Whatever it saw, it caused the Frog to flee into the forest.

Frisk slowly sat up and tried to move her brown bangs from her face. Something grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. There before her stood a short, red eyed skeleton wielding a bone staff. The second it took in Frisk's scent and appearance; it knew she was a human. The skeleton let go of Frisk and lifted its staff preparing to strike. All Frisk could do was throw her arms over her head and tense up in preparation for the blow.