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Once upon a time, the underground was visited by a strange human. Her name was Frisk. She was a rather small human with dark brown hair. Her eyes were the color of honey and, when you gazed into them, they can only be described as soft and kind. She was shy, but, when she did speak, her voice was pure and smooth. Unknown to her as she looked at her surroundings, she was the last human needed to break the barrier. She stood up slowly from the bed of flowers and began to walk off before hearing a small voice. “W-Wait!!”
She turned around quickly but saw no one there. She stayed still until she felt a tap on her foot causing her to jump. She looked down to find a flower with a face that would have caused her to run if it hadn’t spoke, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” it said, lowering its peddles in apology, “There are just somethings I think you should know before leaving.” Frisk hesitated but nodded in understanding. She sat down in front of the flower and gave them her full attention. The flower seemed surprised by this, but started speaking. “So, first, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Flowey. Flowey the flower. And yours is?” they motioned with their leaves at her. She spoke quietly, “Frisk. My name is Frisk.”
“Frisk, huh?” Flowey started again, “That’s a nice name. Well, Frisk, welcome to the underground. In this place, it’s kill or be killed, especially now that they only need one more.” Frisk tilted her head confused. Flowey saw this and explained, “You see, there’s this barrier at the end of the underground that’s keeping the monsters here. In order to break it, they need 7 human SOULs but they only have 6.” Frisk looked down at her hands. She didn’t need Flowey to explain what that meant for her. She stood up and dusted off her shorts before saying, “Thank you for the waning, Flowey, but I need to leave here somehow and I don’t think I could climb my way out,” she said pointing to the hole in the cavern’s roof, “Again, thank you for the warning and, if I never see you again, goodbye.” Vines wrapped around her arm as she saw Flowey uproot himself and clinged to her. “The least I can do is go with you,” he said once he was settled. Frisk smiled at her new friend and continued on. Little do they know that that small action was the greatest mistake they will ever make.
As they ventured through the ruins, many monsters tried franticly to take Frisk’s SOUL. However, with Flowey’s help, Frisk was able to not only avoid the monsters’ attacks but befriend them too. Flowey said that attacking back would be easier than trying to talk to them, but Frisk had refused. When they asked her why she doesn’t just kill the monsters to get stronger, she lowers her head and says, “I’ll be fine like this,” she smiles to them, “Sometimes, kindness is enough.” Flowey sighed before he noticed where they were. “Frisk, stop!” Frisk stopped mid-step as she looked to her flower friend. “What’s wrong?” she asked while glancing behind her, just in case it was just another Froggit. “We can’t go any further than this,” he said quivering, “This is Toriel’s house. If we go in there, we’re as good as dead.” She looked at him with a sad smile. She placed her hand on the vines keeping Flowey bound to her arm. He looked at her, silently pleading that they just go back. Both stayed silent as they stared into each other’s eyes until Flowey broke it by sighing, “Fine. You win. Just, promise you’ll be careful?” She nodded and raised her hand to knock on the door.
They heard footsteps behind the door and a woman’s voice, “Who could that be?” The door opened, reviling a goat-like monster. She looked at the pair for a while before speaking again, “Hello there. I do believe you’re a human correct?” Frisk nodded. “Well then, it’s odd to see you here. I know that that weed on your arm had explained everything to you and yet, here you are standing at the door of a monster.” Frisk lowered her head as she softly spoke, “I don’t mean to be rude, Ms. Toriel, but do you know how to get to the surface?” Toriel chuckled at the child’s request. “I may know but why don’t you come in first? You must be hungry after all that walking.” She walked inside and waited for Frisk to do the same. She carefully steps inside and is greeted with a pleasant smell. Toriel saw her reaction and smiled, “Like it? It’s a new pie recipe I’m trying out. It’ll be a minute before it’s done, so why don’t you go rest? You can use the bedroom. It’s the first door in that hallway.” Frisk followed Toriel’s gaze to the hall on the right side of the room. “Thank you,” she said before walking into the hall, leaving a confused Toriel in her wake.
Frisk entered the room before Flowey spoke up. “Are you nuts!?” he yelled as Frisk sat down on the bed, “You’re really going to do what she says? The moment you let your guard down, you’ll be an easy target for her!” “I was an easy target the moment I knocked on the door,” she said calmly, “If she wanted to kill me, she wouldn’t invite me into her home and offer food and shelter. Besides, we haven’t rested ever since we left that flower patch. We may not have another chance like this.” Flowey sighed, “Sleep if you want to. I’ll keep a lookout.” She nodded as she laid down on the bed and drifted into sleep.
Frisk woke up later that evening under the covers of the bed. She looked confused until Flowey spoke. “It was Toriel.” “What?” she said just as confused as before. “It was Toriel,” Flowey repeated, “She came in here while you were asleep. I was going to stop her before she could do anything but all she did was tuck you in and leave you that.” Frisk followed his gaze to the floor where she discovers a chocolate butterscotch pie. Her mouth waters as she took a small bite. It tasted wonderful as she took another bite. She decided to save the rest as she walked to the living room where Toriel was waiting. “Hello, small one,” she greeted with a smile on her face, “Did you sleep well?” Frisk nodded but Flowey glared at the monster. “Alright you snake, what are you playing at?” Flowey hissed taking both Toriel and Frisk off guard, “First the pie and now this? You’re not fooling anyone. You just want to make Frisk feel safe and then take her SOUL when she least expects it, right?” Toriel was stunned at the accusations that was thrown her way and, by the look on Frisk’s face, so was she.
She was about to scold her flower partner, but Toriel took off toward the basement of the house. “Ms. Toriel wait!” Frisk called out, following the goat woman. She ran until they were in front of a giant door. “So you think I’m a snake, do you?” Toriel said as her fist tightened, “After all I’ve done for you, you don’t trust me at all?” Her hands begin to spark with magic, “That’s fine. In this world, you can’t trust anyone, not even your loved ones. It only makes sense that you don’t trust me but don’t think I’ll let you go so easy.” Frisk takes a step back at that statement before Toriel’s hands became engulfed in flames. “After all, this world is kill or be killed. I want to make sure you can handle that.” With those words, the fight starts. Frisk again, like the other times, refused to fight back regardless of Flowey’s protest. She was down to 2 HP when Flowey yelled, “Fight back! Don’t let her kill you! Just fight her this one time and I’ll never ask you to do it again!” “NO!” Frisk yelled as she choose mercy again, “Kindness is enough. Always be kind.” Toriel looked shocked at the child. Even after all the pain she has given her, this girl still won’t fight. She looked over the child’s body and fully realized what she was doing. Toriel was killing the only person in the underground who still had hope.
She kneeled down and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered with tears streaming down her face, "I'm so sorry.” Frisk was about to comfort her until Flowey used his vines to pierce her SOUL. The mother’s breathing slowed as she turned to dust in her arms. “Got her!” Flowey said proudly, “We did it Fri-, Frisk?” She was softly sobbing into the robe of the newly desist monster as her LV increased against her will. “Frisk, what’s wrong?” Flowey asked. “Why?” she said lifting her head from the robe, “Why did you kill her? She stopped fighting. She didn’t want to hurt me anymore.” Flowey felt guilty for his actions and tried to think of a way to cheer her up. “Hey don’t cry. It’ll be okay,” Flowey said as she looked up at him, “You see, you can bring her back if you want.” The girl’s tearstained eyes lit up. “How?” “Well,” Flowey started, “you’ll have to reload your save. It’s easy. Just think back before this happened.” Frisk closed her eyes as she thought back to the warmth of the bed, the smell of fresh baked pie, and the smile that adorned Toriel’s face. When she opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling of the room given to her by Toriel.
She sat up and glanced around the room finding the pie and room the same way she left it before they went to Toriel. She goes to her stat menu to see her LV back to 1. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before Flowey chimed in, “Cool power, isn’t it?” Frisk looked at her flower friend as Flowey lowered his head in apology. “I’m sorry for what I did. I swear it won’t happen this time.” Frisk says nothing as she prepares to face her caretaker one more time. Flowey thought that she would never forgive him for what he has done, but Frisk outstretched her hand to him as she said understandingly, “Come one. We have to go.” Flowey wrapped around her arm again and noticed a small golden flower slightly hidden in her hair. He ignored the flower and the urge to ask Frisk where she got it from.
The battle with Toriel went much smoother than last time. Frisk had memorized and avoided the attacks effortlessly as Toriel grew more and more tired. The goat monster eventually broke down in tears, sobbing about how she doesn’t want to be alone anymore. Frisk tries to comfort her saying that she will try to visit her. “Do you really mean that?” Toriel says through her sobs. Frisk nods at her with a sweet but also sad smile. Toriel chuckles, “That would be nice, but I’m afraid that may not happen. You see, when you leave this place, you may not be able to come back here,” Toriel looked at the child with sad eyes, “But, I believe you’ll be fine. We’ll see each other again one day.” She and Frisk share one last hug before Toriel goes to leave. She turns one last time to say, “Goodbye, my child.” Frisk continued to walk out of the ruins as she and Flowey were greeted by bright light and sharp cold.