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Chapter 4

        You shuffled past the threshold in cautious curiosity. "This is a nice place, Toriel. Really cute theme." The walls were a gentle yellow/orange. Directly across from the doorway was a railed staircase leading downward. You pondered the possiblities of where it could lead, but shelfed that thought aside for later. Toriel smiled brightly moving into an area with a plain table, fireplace, bookshelf, and chair. "Why thank you, make yourselves at home! Please." Toriel picks up a book called 'facts about snails for every snail lover' that had seemed to be lazily thrown on the chair near the fireplace in a hurry.

    Frisk tugged at your (f/c) sweater and, almost as if they had been here many times before, wordlessly walked down a hallway to the right of the main entrance. Both yours and Toriel's eyes gazed at the wandering child with gentle laughs.

    You turn to Toriel. Believeing nothing could harm little Frisk, you found no reason to go bounding after them like a doting parent. You understood the pains of curiosity. Oh how you wanted to go explore the other hall with Frisk, but you were only a guest, an older guest at that. You suppressed your curiosity out of politeness. "What're you reading?" Toriel's gaze begrudingly tears from her pages to you. "...huh?" Her sweet voice hummed as if asking for you to repeat the question. You did.

    "Oh, this is a book about snails. Now, did you know-" Toriel started a long winded lecture about snails to which you had found a spot on the cozy rug and listened as attentively as you could. This would be a task for you.

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  Frisk rubbed their eyes quietly, opening their mouth in a silent yawn. When had they fallen asleep? They remembered wandering off in the kind goat mother's home. The gentle music box must have lulled them to sleep as they cleaved around the painfully familiar children's room. Swinging their feet off the childs bed, they found a pie slice in the middle of the floor, exactly like last time, too. They slump their shoulders in a sigh. They had no time to let their thoughts roam to old times. All they wanted was to get their friend back to the surface as soon as possible.

    The pie was butterscotch and cinnamon. They've tasted this pie once too many times for it to be a surprise at how delicious it was. They made a soft grumble and stashed the pie for later.

    Frisk gently shuts the door passing the stairs that they've only glanced at once this whole visit. 'To the living room,' they thought. Sure enough Frisk found Toriel blabbering about snails to a quiet (y/n).

    The two seemed happy in their eyes. They frown slightly and approach their friend from behind.  Toriel contently spoke from the book, book laying on the purple fabric of her dress. (Y/n) sat crisscrossed with a plate balanced in their hands. From the crumbs on the plate and shirt, they must have had a piece of butterscotch pie. As Frisk approched the fire place and you, they could feel the warmth of the embers.

    You whip your head around when you feel a tiny hand clasp your sleeve. They had determination gleaming brighter than before in their doeish eyes. "Frisk, you're finally awake!" You beam, glad that they saved you from snail facts and strained smiles. You may not have liked snails,  but when you had asked Toriel about the stairs she pulled out a different subject, like the history of this place or, you guessed it, more snail facts. You grimace internally. Toriel closes the book flattening her out her dress at their arrival.

    *You feel brave and ask Toriel a question

    "W-what?" Toriel gasps, hiding a motigied exression with modest shock.

    "We need to leave, so please tell us the way." Confidence leaks from your voice.

    Frisk uncomfortably shuffles as you stare up at Toriel expectingly. By now, toriel has stood and briskly exited the room.  You sigh and stand taking ahold of Frisk's hand.

    Away from the warm and peaceful living room, the stairs were cold and solid under the the two pairs of feet.     Descending the stairs was the easiest part. When you reached the end of the stairs you were left in a dimly lit basement hallyway. Your brows furrowed. Tentivly, you take a step out into the hall. No traps, or scary unknown monster.

    You did expect Toriel to be down here, but when you saw her stonefaced expression your bravery just about left you. She looked glum, but with a spark of something else. Regret? Determination? You clenched your free fist, ready to protect Frisk at a moments notice. No matter how nice this goat Mom way, you'd protect Frisk with your life. Toriel stood her ground in front of a door, you supposed it would lead out of the Ruins.

    "Toriel, let us pass." You spoke clearly.
    Silence. Not even a shuffle of clothing, just silent breathing.

    Toriel stood there looking at the ground. You become antsy, fidgeting with your sweater. You took a small step forward attempting to get a reaction out of her. Nothing. Frisk thoughtfully gazed up at you. They prayed you didn't do anything stupid.

    "...please," Toriel meekly said, "don't leave this place! You'll both be hurt if you go beyond this door." Her voice grew in volume, and her face betrayed her attempts at being intimidating. Tears threatened to leak over.

    Your brave stance softened. None of you spoke toriel sighed engaging in combat with you and Frisk. Toriel barely had it in her to fight you, but for the safety of you and Frisk she would make you realize what a mistake leaving her was and hope that you both would stay with her. The sudden combat stance Toriel took surprised you. An orange and red soul floated before you.

    Toriel had distracted you with your soul. Frisk had to pull you away from the fire balls that Toriel pelted at you. Many flames came barreling by, one clipped your arm. You yelp in pain. Those flames were hotter than you anticipated. Suddenly, you were snapped back to reality. Bravely you fought against Toriel with spares and mercy. That pie could only heal you so far.