Endless possibilities (Underfell Sans x Gender Neutral Reader)*BEING REWRITTEN!*

Chapter 19

You pinched your nose to stop the dreadful aroma from drifting into your nostrils. "What the fuck is that supposed to be?!" You asked, waving your hand in front of your face. Frisk eyed the pie in a disgusted manner, and pushed the slice of pie that was seated perfectly on her plate to the side.

Toriel had informed the two of you five minutes ago that the pie that she had been baking was now ready. You felt very uneasy about Toriel's baking, as before she started baking, she asked whether you would prefer having dust or blood inside of the pie. And unfortunately for the both of you, she stuck with her word.

The pastry looked raw, bits of flour and egg and red stains - which you knew that it was blood, but it made you feel better referring to it as something else - were covered along the sides and the top of the pie. Thick, red blood oozed out of the pastry, covering the plate. You felt your stomach lurch, where did she get the blood from.

Toriel frowned at your choice of words, and slapped your fingers away from your nose. "If you can refrain from using vulgar and inappropriate language, you little brat, that would be most appreciated." She hissed. Immediately once your hand left your nose, the scent drifted into your nose.

It smelled horrible.

You desperately wanted to gag, but you knew that Toriel was keeping a close eye on you, so you took a deep breath and heavily swallowed.

Frisk looked over at her slice of pie and shivered, it too made her rather uncomfortable. Toriel glared at her, pushing the plate towards her. "Don't be like that, my child. How do you know you do not like something unless you try it?" She said softly, stabbing the fork into the pie, blood erupting once more from the sides and squirting onto the fork. Frisk's eyes widened in horror, but quickly changed her expression to a soft, innocent one.

She once more pushed the plate away from her and softly shook her head. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry." Toriel slammed her hands onto the table, causing the plates to shift their position on the table. You and Frisk jumped at the sudden reaction, now you'd done it.

"You ungrateful brats. I worked hard to bake this pie, I put my blood and sweat into it, and all I receive are insults? I would appreciate some form of gratitude from the both of you, though my expectations for them-"

She pointed at you.

"are lower. Now, I expect you to both finish the slices of pie, and if I find out that you've done anything with it, or hear any sorts of complaints, I will shove it down your throats as you sleep, understood?"

Frisk gulped nervously, nodding hysterically. You rolled your eyes and nodded hesitantly. Toriel eyed the both of you, looking for sincerity in your eyes. Once she was satisfied, she stood taller, and sighed. "Very well. I shall be back in only a moment." She said, and walked off into the kitchen.

You stared at the bloody pie, and softly poked it with your fork. "There's no way I'm eating this." You stated, looking away from the pie. "But if we don't, you heard what Toriel said! And you know that she would follow through with her threat.." Frisk whispered.

You knew that she was right - Toriel would kill you both if you did something that displeased her. You found it rather childish and immature on her part.

"On three, alright?" You offered, much to Frisk's delight. She nodded, scooping up a part of the slice with her fork.

"One, two.. three."

You took a deep breath, shovelled a piece of the pie onto the fork and placed it into your mouth, quickly chewing it and swallowing it. You took a deep breath, the repulsive flavours erupting in your mouth. Frisk's expression was similar to yours, although you were certain that she was turning green.