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Long ago, two races lived on the surface... Monsters, and Humans. But one day, war broke out. After a long fight, where countless monsters were turned to dust, they surrendered. 7 of humanity's greatest mages cast a powerful spell, a barrier. The Barrier trapped the monsters underground, who were never to see the surface for as long as it stood.
“Help!” You shouted once more, not that you expected anyone to hear, since there's probably noone here, you had fallen down a hole; serves you right for climbing Mount Ebbot. You're thankful for whatever broke your fall at least, but all you can tell from pushing yourself up a bit is that you landed on a very soft patch of yellow flowers.
“It sounds like it came from over here...”
Was that someone? Couldn't have been, must've been your headache playing tricks on you. It feels like there is an unseen fog clouding the place, touching nothing but your head, as well as something somewhere in your chest. You can barely concentrate on the sound of someone coming.
“Oh! You've fallen down haven't you...” That last part wasn't a question. “Are you okay?”
His voice sounds like that of an angel, a soft, childlike compassion seeping from it... it's calming. Hearing it makes your head clear some.
“Here, get up...”
You hesitate, wandering what someone as sweet-sounding as him is doing here. But you don't care, you need someone to help you. You let him pull you up, letting you get a good look at him. You... can't quite explain what you see. His face is covered in white fur, but kind regardless. He has long floppy ears and a bit of a snout, curved into a smile. You can't help but stare at the oddity... but, to keep from seeming rude you tell him your name.
“That's a nice name. My name is Asriel.”
Asriel... a nice name for a nice person. Some might disagree on the 'person' part, but he is person enough for you. “Here... mum and dad will know what to do.” You agree to let him take you, as long as you can get some help.
From what you can pay attention to while you're being led, you appear to be in some sort of old castle, or something similar. The walls were like that of a cave, the occasional pillar holding up whatever they used as a ceiling.
Then he seems to lead you to what you can only assume to be the main area. The walls, floor and ceiling are smooth, and colored a royal purple, pillars appearing more frequent, half embedded in the wall. The faint noise of birds and other creatures seem to cease entirely, replaced by a calming silence. If you listened close enough, you swear you could hear calming music come from all around you. The damp cave smell abruptly changes to a lovely autumn scent, reminding you of a peaceful forest.
As you traveled, goat creature by your side, the torches seemed to give off warmth, giving the place a overall homely feel to it. You would pass by the occasional leaf pile, some with creatures playing in them, who, if they saw you, would only stare for a moment, before going back to playing. You could swear you passed over some small rivers as well, further solidifying the fact that you were, in fact, underground.
The large leafless tree out front was the last thing you remember vividly before the mental fog made it too hard to focus on anything. You had started to feel faint, and did not want to hurt yourself trying. Laying in bed, you try to remember the last 10 minutes. The smell of baked goods, warm fuzzy arms, and a whole lot of fussing to get you in Asriel's bed. Huh, you could've sworn there was more, maybe the fall took more out of you than you thought.
For all you know, this could all just be a dream, one where you weren't at the bottom of a hole. But it's hard to care what might really be happening when you're in a bed this comfortable. Though it's not so much the bed that's making you comfortable, but rather the cute little creature holding an ice-pack on your head.
You wish you could stay like this forev...
You don't remember when you fell asleep last night, but apparently, the light had been turned off. Asriel had fallen asleep on the chair next to you, the ice-bag dripping condensation onto the floor. A delicious smell comes to your nose, a buttery cinnamon kind. Turning on the bedside lamp makes it easier to see the monster's cute face, half-open from his head leaning against the chair back, he's still sleeping peacefully, despite the sudden light. Over on the floor, you see what it was that was making that smell. Two slices of pie on separate plates, forks included.
Sitting up, you get a flash of pain in your head again, the unfamiliar fog still there, if not as strongly as before. Well, it's still there, you're just kinda used to it. You get off the bed, careful to not wake Asriel, and make your way over to the door. Silently opening the door a crack, you see a dimly lit house, but you couldn't see or hear anyone. Whether they were asleep, or quiet, you find yourself releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding. Maybe you should calm down a bit, you may have just fallen down a hole, met a family of monsters, and pretty much passed out on a bed in a cave, but at least Asriel is kind, and someone seems to have left food for you two, it couldn't be that bad, right?
Apparently done with sleep, Asriel yawns and stretches his arms. If you had any doubts about his benevolence, you don't anymore, not with a cute yawn like that. He almost falls off of the chair, but saves himself when he perks up at the sight of you.
“Oh, you're awake.”
You try to work up the courage to say something, but nothing happened.
Asriel sniffed the air, looked down, and broke into a huge grin. He noticed the ice-bag still in his hand, and dropped it on the ground. He dropped onto his knees and took a plate. He made a sound of contentment as he ate into it. “Mom makes the best pies, you'll love it.” He looks expectantly at you, but you can feel the tension, and you're certain he can feel it too. You had just fallen into a pit, and slept in a monster's bed, a creature you didn't even know existed.
You try to curb the awkwardness in the air, waiting for an idea to present itself, but nothing happened.
The monster's face fell a bit, “Look, I can't even begin to understand what you're going through. But it's not so bad down here.”
You understand what he means by that, but to be honest, the whole monster thing doesn't bother you, it's kinda cool actually. To avoid accidentally offending him, you take your plate and take a bite of the pie, and what do you know...
It's delicious.
Having finished the slices of pie, we headed out to put the plates away. When we got to what looked like the living room, I saw who was indisputably a mother. She had a welcoming air to her, one that let you know that you would be safe. If you didn't feel safe before, you do now. She and her son exchange 'good morning's before she turns her attention to you. Putting the book she was reading on her chair, and taking off her reading glasses, she walks up to you.
“Are you feeling better, my child?”
You give an affirmative nod. She smiles in return.
“That is good, I hope you enjoyed your pie.”
grumble
She gives a small giggle, “I suppose that a slice of pie is not quite enough for breakfast. How about I get you something else...” She pauses, her expression suddenly turns grim, “we... also have something to tell you.”
You sat at the kitchen table, Toriel, which you have learned was the name of the friendly goat-mother, sat across from you. The father, Asgore, a massive – but equally friendly – goat monster, is sitting awkwardly beside his wife, twiddling his thumbs. He had let her do all the talking so far. Instead of getting you something else, Toriel has simply given you another slice of pie. Looking to your right, Asriel gives you a reassuring smile.
You look back, “No way out huh?”
“We are dreadfully sorry.”
Asgore seems to remember something, “But don't worry, I have the Underground's top three scientists working on a way to break The Barrier.”
Yeah, one of them said something about them being the royal family, it didn't faze you much though. None of it really fazed you, you didn't know what to say. Not that you didn't know what you thought of it, you just didn't know how to tell them. Maybe you should just say it. “I don't care.”
All three of them looked surprised.
“It's nice down here, I don't care if I can't leave, I'll just stay here.”
The parents smiled. Asriel, however, gives you a big bear-hug. You hug him back. But now it's time for a more pressing matter, you have a pie to eat.
Your name is Toriel Dreemurr, and you are wandering which of Asriel's jumpers he wouldn't mind parting with, the child can't just wear the same thing all the time, it wouldn't be right. It's not like he didn't agree to it first, but you can't tell if he likes any of them more than the others. You are also wandering if what you're thinking of doing is a good idea, it might make the whole jumper-donation thing less awkward.
But enough of that nonsense, you take your marker and grab the tag, and then you name the Fallen Human...
Frisk.