Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

Heartache

Chapter Four

As soon as M/n stepped foot inside of Toriel's home, he was hit with a pleasant scent that made him smile. Something about the smell brought him back home when his mom was still around.

"Do you smell that?" Toriel's voice was quiet, but there was excitement evident in her tone. "Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie--i thought we might celebrate your arrival."

M/n's heart melted a bit. Toriel was being so genuine as she spoke.

"I want you two to have a nice time living here, so I will hold off in snail pie for tonight."

Snail pie? Oh, gods. M/n bit his tongue and hoped that he'd never have to eat snail pie. Frisk must have noticed his slight discomfort at the mention of snail pie since they playfully nudged him and giggled silently.

"Here, I have another surprise for you." Toriel turned slightly and walked into a hallway. "This is it.."

She took ahold of both M/n and Frisk's hands, walking them to the first door.

"A room of your own; it's not much since I was not expecting to find two humans, but at least it is something." She smiled apologetically. "I hope you like it."

Toriel affectionately pat Frisk's head before talking to herself. "Is something burning..? Um, make yourselves at home!"

As soon as Toriel walked away to check, Frisk led M/n into the room. The room was nice; the first thing that M/n noticed was a box of toys sitting at the end of the bed. He walked up to it, wondering if he'd find anything. M/n reached for one of the toys but found himself unable to grab it.

* Look at these cool toys!
* They don't interest you at all.

That was farthest from the truth, but whatever. Frisk looked around the room themself while M/n had taken interest in the bed. He sat on it, sighing softly. It was soft and comfortable. He closed his eyes for a moment...

When he opened his eyes, the room was dark; someone had turned the light off. There was a small plate of pie on the floor. M/n smiled and picked it up.

* You found a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

After he grabbed the plate, he yawned. He must've fallen asleep on accident.. M/n rubbed his eyes and left the room. As he shut the door, he saw Frisk. They had a silly look on their face.

"There's books in Toriel's room." They signed, "can you come with me?"

M/n raised an eyebrow at the question. He couldn't question them because if he did, he'd only get more confused than he already was. His gaze shifted towards a plant. He recognized it, but he couldn't remember its name.

* You have seen this type of plant before, but you do not know its name.

"Yeah. As long as we won't get in trouble for snooping, I'll go with you."

Frisk smiled happily and pulled him to another door. The first thing that M/n saw was a bucket.

* Just a regular old bucket

  of snails.

Ew. The next thing that caught his attention was a journal of some sorts that lay open on a desk. There was something circled.

* It's TORIEL's diary.
* Read the circled passage?

M/n was no longer confused as to why almost every interaction he made was being narrated. He was starting to find it funny.. He shrugged and decided to read it.

* You read the passage...

* "Why did the skeleton want a friend?"

* "Because she was feeling BONELY..."