Last tale - A Different Route (Review & Revision)

Sans & Papyrus, A Misunderstanding, and Puzzles PT: I (Revised)

*Pomf!

The conjured up giant pillow broke my fall.

"Hahahahahaha! You really thought-"

The flowers eyes widened, as though he had never seen one before.

"You're not supposed to so that!" He claims, upset to find me with zero casualties.

I raise an eyebrow, dismounting the fluffy warm cotton stuffing that remained contained by a purple silk pillowcase. "Do what?"

"Magic!" He exclaims. "Isn't magic not normal here?"

"Y-y-yes it is... But hu-" Humans... right, I wonder how they're doing right now in heaven.

"I never mentioned anything about them using magic." Cutting him off, while also stating the obvious.

"Your soul it was-" He stutters.

"You ruined my escape route." I snide, frowning.

The flower didn't budge, but he stuck out his tongue playfully - blowing raspberry.

He then burrows into the ground before I could strangle his stem.

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"Oh, did you want something?" Toriel said.

"How do I exit the ruins?" I ask her.

"What?" "What?" Chara and the monster in unison. "This is your home now..."

"Um..." The care taker of the ruins hesitated. "why dont I tell you about this book I'm reading?" She offered with a hopeful smile, the bags under her eyes protesting as they both twitched.

Geez, how unwell was this unstable creature before my fall?

"It is called 1,000 uses for snails. How about it?"

I feel like someone is watching me... oh! it's him... I'll deal with flowey later...

I shake my head, and ask once again how to leave the ruins, my leg bouncing inattentively. "How about an exciting snail fact?" Toriel persisted, her voice begins to slack in her words. "Did you know that snails Talk. Really. Slowly?"

"Just kidding, snails don't talk." Interesting."
"Cool," Chara insisted, glancing back at me and their mother briefly.

They're persuading me to stay....

Sorry you two, my farm animals and survival are far more important than not being able to eat meat within the constraints of the underground ruins, for the rest of my life.

I prod for an answer. "I have to do something." Toriel closes the book, making her way down the basement. 
     
"This a bad idea. . . We shouldn't go down here." Chara tried, watching helplessly as I continued to speedily reach the door before its incineration.

"Come on, we can go back." They persisted, floating up to my face.

"We can't disobey-"

By the time I've ran out of breath, the caretaker of the ruins stands at the front of my freedom. "-Mom. . ."

"You wish to know how to return 'home' do you not?" It isn't exactly home... more like survival of the fittest.

"A one-way exit," I breathed, gritting my teeth and balling my fists. You're being overly bearing!!!

I've wanted to scream that, and I could. Because I wasn't going to let anyone get in my way.

But my heart objects, my lips refuse to move.