Undertale

Chapter 3: New Home?

        

Toriel walked inside the cottage. The child stood in the front of the house. The sight of such a cute and tidy house in such a lonely small place filled her with Determination. She pulled on the door, which slid open easily with a small creek. As the child stepped into the house, she saw Toriel standing there, grinning proudly. Welcome to your new home my child." She said. There was a large staircase leading down into the ground, a table with a colander above it in the corner, and two doorways going opposite ways. Toriel sniffed the air. The child could tell she was acting. "Do you smell something?" Toriel inquired. Her face lit up with glee. "SURPRISE! I baked a butterscotch cinnamon pie to celebrate your arrival!" She exclaimed. The child liked pie and her face lit up with excitement. "This is your first day here, so I'll hold of on the nail pie for tonight." Toriel didn't catch the quick face of disgust for the snail pie from the child. "I have another surprise for you my child. Follow me." And with that, Toriel gently took the child's hand and led her through a doorframe into a hallway.

The whole house was lit with soft light. Unlike the purple walls of the Ruins, the walls had lovely cream wallpaper. As Toriel guided the child through the hallway, she stopped at the first doorway and said, "This is your new room. I set it all up for you. I hope you like it." Toriel rubbed the head of the child gently. She sniffed the air a couple times. "Is something burning?" She asked. A panicked expression came across her face. "Uh... make your self at home!" She said quickly. She ran out of the hall towards the faint burning smell.

The child calmly turned the doorknob and walked inside her new room. A soft carpet covered the whole floor. There was a bed with fuzzy red sheets pulled over it. Beside the foot of the bed was a toy box. The child inspected the contents. There were a lot of old children's toys. Sadly, none of them interested her. There was a desk dresser cabinet and a desk with a lamp and a picture frame on top of it. In the corner of the room was a box of children's shoes varying in all different shapes and sizes. The child explored the room to her hearts content. While digging through the dresser, she yawned a large, deep yawn. She didn't realize how tired she was till now. She wondered what time of day it was on the surface. She flopped down on the soft bed. She snuggled into the fuzzy red sheets, and sunk her head into the soft, white, cotton pillow. She intended just to rest a little, but the warm softness of the sheets and the sinking fluffiness of the pillow lured her into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The child opened her eyes to a dark room with the soft light of the hallway seeping through the door crack. She pushed the sheets down and stood up in her bed. She smelled a sweet smell. She turned her gaze to the floor and was surprised to see a small white plate sitting on the carpet with a slice of butterscotch cinnamon pie lying there. She slid her feet out of the covers and slid off the bed. She walked over and picked up the pie. She wasn't hungry at the moment, so she took a little plastic bag inside the desk drawer and stuffed it in her large pocket so it wouldn't get mashed. The pie reminded her of what her mother used to bake for her as a small child. She suddenly was stricken with a huge wave of homesickness. She wanted to go home. Then she remembered Toriel and all of yesterdays on goings. She wondered how she would tell Toriel that she wanted to go home. She decided to give it a shot. With a big yawn, she pushed the door open and walked down the hall into the main room.

She could see the light of a fire in the next room and a shadow of Toriel sitting in a chair. She walked into the room to see Toriel reading a book in a rocking chair with reading glasses upon her nose. There was a large dining table in the corner of the room with a little banquet of golden flowers in the middle of it. Beside Toriel stood a large fireplace with a blazing fire. Just warm enough you could feel comfortable sitting next to it and it heated the whole room, but not too hot that it burned you while you sat next to it. Stoking tools and a charcoal shovel stood on a rack next to the flame. A bookshelf stood to the right of the fireplace, containing many books she had never seen before. She could see the doorway to the kitchen behind Toriel. Toriel herself was rocking back and forth in her chair. She then noticed the child peeking around the corner and said, "Oh? Up already I see."