Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Chapter 1.4 || Sadly Humerus

You wake up with drool pooling on the mattress and your arm numb from having it pinned under you. You push yourself up, blinking tiredly, rubbing at your cheek to dry it. Hopefully Toriel wouldn't notice...

Sitting straight you stretch, popping a few bones in your back. Yawning, you swivel around on the huge bed and set your toes on the cold ground. Just as you're about to jump off, seeing as you were just a bit too short to fully set your feet on the ground, you pause when you smell something in the air. Butterscotch and cinnamon?

In confusion you slowly slip off of the mattress and crouch down, staring at a plate of pie you almost just lept into. Toriel must of set it down here once the pie cooled down, turning off the lights while at it. Reaching out and picking the plate up, you could still feel the lingering warmth, meaning you hadn't been napping for as long as you feared. Flipping the switch to light the room once more, you leave with a fork already digging in.

You pad quietly down the hall in your socks- Toriel had also taken your shoes off and tucked you in properly while there to deliver the pie. When you reach the living room, half the pie already gone, you are met with a very adorable sight.

Frisk is curled up in Toriel's lap, wrapped in her fluffy arms, looking at the book she held in front of both of them. She was reading slowly, out loud, for the child, a smile on both of their faces. You set your half eaten plate on the table.

Toriel was... good for Frisk. For you. You didn't want to interrupt them. In fact, the more you stayed in this home the more you wanted to stay. Yeah, maybe you didn't know Toriel well, maybe she was a monster, but she was nothing like the monster you and Frisk lived with.

If Frisk stayed with this women, they would finally have someone close to how a mother should be. You were too old to have what Toriel could provide... It was already too late for you to have a mother this good. Frisk though, the kid was just in 3rd grade. They could still grow up with that figure in their life and never have to think of what they went through. You're mom couldn't be how she was for you with Frisk. For you, that women was a mom. She cared for you, loved you, made you food and smiled widely when you showed her you crappy drawings. For Frisk... Not once did your mom act like that. Frisk was born into a broken family, and it was too late to fix it by the time the kid grew up enough to start remembering things.

"Oh, my child, i'm happy you are here to join us." Toriel beamed up at you, waving you over. "I'm reading the Snails book I mentioned to you, to Frisk. The child finds it just as interesting as we do." Frisk nodded, agreeing with a goofy grin. It was either the facts, or the slimy pictures that piqued the kids interest.

"How far are you two?"

"Fact 23," Frisk signed. Toriel watched the kids hands before frowning.

"Please forgive me if this is rude, but what is it you do with your hands?" Frisk blinked to Toriel, and then to you. You step in, gaining Toriel's attention. You'd have to be the one to explain this.

"On the surface, if a kid can't talk or can't hear, they sign, what Frisk does with their hands. It's... a whole other language. It so they can still communicate with us." The more you spoke, the more Toriel's eyes begin to shimmer.

"Really?" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah. Since Frisk grew up not talking, me and them learned sign language so we could still converse."

"A language for those you can't hear or speak... What if a child is sightless?" You tilt your head, tapping your chin.

"They can speak just fine. But, oh, that'd be... braille, i'm pretty sure."