The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

FOR MITSUKIREADS: DRAGONTALE TORIEL

((This is for you, Suki. And for everything you've done.

DISCLAIMER: I sorta have a limited knowledge of MitsukiReads 's AU, so if I make any mistakes, please forgive me. I'm trying to follow the original content while adding a bit of my own spin to the personalities of each individual. I even gave Frisk and Chara the genders they have in the story. Anyway, enjoy, suckers! I mean that in the most affectionate way possible.))

Frisk did not want to wake up. Yet, insistently, Chara shook his shoulders and called his name softly. It was almost as annoying as that stupid,  peeping yellow canary back at home-

Home. No. Frisk could not afford to think about that.

"Hey! Get up, off your lazy butt!" Chara interrupted in a breathless hiss of vexation. "Please! We need move! Back on the road, remember?"

Frisk yelped as Chara, finally, with a explosive huff, swiped the sheet straight off the bed. The slumbering kid groaned and pulled himself up to glare at his other, smirking comrade.

"Yes, I know." Frisk protested, rubbing his eyes.

Chara shushed them before they could send back a proper retort- which was hardly fair by the way- and slapped a hand over their mouth- which hurt really bad by the way.

Frisk resisted the urge to cry what! and instead signed quickly into Chara's other open palm.

Chara's voice grew crisp and steeled. "Listen, partner, if we're going to get out of this dungeon, we're going to need to act fast. Now's the perfect opportunity."

Frisk's expression soured. They tried to sign in a sarcastic way. Oh right, that goat-dragon-thing that allowed us to bunk at her house? Yeah. Totally evil.

"You know we can't take any chances, not in a place like this." Their gaze glazed over, and scanned the room as if this was a clandestine operation. "Especially in a place like this."

Chara's artful remark trembled, but for what reason Frisk couldn't fathom. Toriel wasn't even scary. Okay, at first, she kinda was, but first impressions can be deceiving.

However, judging from the mood Chara shrugged on today, it will be hard to argue. Frisk choose a safer option. What time is it?

"Don't know." Chara lifted her shoulders a tad.

Frisk carefully pried her fingers off his mouth. He shoved himself off the bed, smoothing his frizzy hair down out of habit. "Let's go then." He sighed heavily.

The tiresome lass nodded, then crouched low to the ground, motioning for Frisk to follow.

However, he hesitated- trying to milk in the room in it's entirety before he left it forever. Frisk didn't know why he adored this small space- it was just a regular children's room. The soft, springy mattress that felt like more a cloud, bobbing on the wind. The looming wooden dresser with small padlock. (Frisk remembered Chara attempting to break it to no avail) The colorful toys scattered around the floor, the captured laughter still evident in their faces. Check, check, and check. Yep. A happy little kid's room.

Frisk shook himself from his trance. Chara already disappeared out the door. He hurried to follow. Well, as much as you can rush when Chara instructed him to crawl.

He found her waiting down the hall, chocolate-brown hair whipping around as she searched for any witnesses, dangerous or not. She paused when he finally settled next to her, but not before almost wrenching Frisk's arm out of it's socket and squeezing his wrist.

Ow. Frisk signed, twisting out of her grip.

Chara scoffed, offering her famous this-is-why-I'm-here looks. She jerked her head toward a flight of stairs spiraling down into dusty darkness.

That's where we need to go. Chara mouthed.

Okay, but why all the sneaky-ness? Frisk replied with their hands.

Chara struggled to sign back; because Toriel's awake. It was close, but it sounded more like because Toriel's a bagel.

Chara switched back to mouthing. She's in the living room.

It was Frisk's turn to scoff. He signed not scary over and over again, until she clamped her hand over his wrist, again, only this time; with the added bonus of irritable nails clawing into his skin.

That shut up his jumpy fingers. He grunted in silent pain. Chara dropped his arm, muttering sorry.

Yet, that whole fiasco just made Frisk more determined to show Chara the truth. We can trust Toriel.

With deep breath, he speed-crawled across the hall into the humongous doorway, peeking into the living room beyond. A spluttering golden hearth splayed light across the room and walls, shadows dancing just upon it's reaches. A vase of flowers bloomed and grew impossibly tall, making Frisk wonder how the-admittedly small table was holding it up. However, that was not what Frisk was after.

There she is. He marveled. A truly amazing beast.

Toriel was a looming silhouette with slick, white fur covering very inch of her sleek body. The female dragon's long neck ended with a smooth head and small nubs for horns. Interestingly enough, floppy ears dangled near her shoulders.  The insides of her humongous wings were streams of violet. Her claws could've easily slashed the child's face off. Her eyes glittered a warm, but fierce ruby color.

A firm hand was planted on his shoulder. "Frisk..."

"Chara, we were sent here for a reason. To explore. To find what lays here for us." The boy had meet her dead-on, his bony jaw set, and his exhaustion gone.

Chara growled. "I'm not going to get killed because of you."

"Since when did Toriel ever want to kill us?" Frisk rolled his eyes in response, his voice brimming with exasperation. "Chara, we left our home to do this."

"Then we need to leave as soon as possible! We need to go back to adventuring, not taking up space in a dragon's home!"

"You don't understand!" Frisk lowered  their voice to a silent mumble. "Maybe we should... we should..."

The distressing damsel shook her head. "Stay here? I don't think so." She glanced behind her, and crouched even closer to the floor. "You remember what that flower guy said, right?"

"Oh, right, we trust that flower who actually tried to murder us and not Toriel? Right, of course, what was I thinking?"

"Shut up Frisk, or I'll bash your teeth in." Chara raised her fist to punctuate their point.

"Children? Is that you?" The tone was a caressing finger, shushing the argument away and silencing the boiling emotions.

Chara bit her quivering lip, and glanced at Frisk one more time.

He was already walking into the room with a huge, really huge smile.