Griffen's Journey

The Door

My name is Griffen. Yeah, I know. It's.. well.. not the best name out there, but.. whatever sticks I guess. I'm not actually a griffen. I'm an 18 year old human; I have red hair, and freckles. I'm the typical description of a girl who doesn't see the sun much. Yeah, that's probably because I haven't seen it in person.

I live in a place called The Underground. What a great name for it, too. It's basically a large cave in the middle of this enormous mountain, and it's where Monsters call home. It's.. kind of a long story. Monsters and Humans never really got along well.. so the two races split up. Humans now live on the surface, and monsters live in the underground.

However, I'm special. I.. I fell down here. I'm not too sure why. All I remember is waking up in the middle of a dark room with a talking flower. Heh.

The flower lead me through this place called 'The Ruins', and I met a lovely goat woman named Toriel. Ever since I was 8, I've been living with her. She taught me all of this really cool stuff about snails, cooking, and cleaning. I really love living with her. She just seems so.. sweet.

....

"Griffen?" A mellifluous voice called from down the hall. Heavy, but gentle footsteps steadily grew closer to my room.

"Yeah?" I responded, closing the book I was reading. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, rubbing my eye as I looked over toward the door.

It was Toriel who opened the door, walking through it with a graceful step. I smiled at her, leaning back a little on my arms, which were the only things to hold me up at this point.

"My child, why are you awake at such a late hour? I thought I tucked you in only a few minutes ago." She spoke softly, clasping her furry paws together. She spoke in a motherly tone, although I could tell she was a little disappointed.

"I couldn't sleep. I wanted to write a few things down, and-" Toriel softly interrupted me.

"My child, you must know by now that staying up this late isn't good for a young girl like yourself!" She insisted, walking closer to me, and pulling my blankets up so I could slide easily inside. I sighed, promptly doing so, moving my book and pencil over to the bed stand next to me.

"Mom, I'm 18. I'm an adult now, remember?" I rolled my eyes with a playful tone, sliding my hand under my pillow, turning over to my side. "And besides, I'm not tired."

Almost immediately, I let out a relaxing yawn, closing my eyes to slits as I looked up at her. "Hush your complaining, my dear.. If you'd like, I could sing you to sleep." She suggested with a comforting gaze. She sat down on the edge of my bed, looking down at me with her calming, red eyes.

I shook my head, politely declining her offer. "That's alright. I'll be fine." I sighed, turning over so I wasn't facing the light.

Toriel sighed as well, planting a kiss on my forehead before walking over toward the light switch, which stood next to the door. "Goodnight. Sleep tight." She smiled at me, before flipping the switch, leaving me in darkness.

I opened my eyes once I believed she was gone. I looked around, waiting for my vision to adjust to the dim light. I pulled my old phone out, flipping it open before typing in a phone number.

Riiing... Riiing.. Riiing..

"Flowey? Are you there?" I asked, scratching my neck as I pinched the phone between my shoulder and my ear, pulling out my book again. I turned on the reading light beside my bed. With that, he picked up.

"Why do you keep calling me this late?" He spoke in a sour tone, almost spitting into the phone. "Can't a flower get some sleep?!"

"Well.. I didn't think flowers needed sleep." I giggled, shaking my head a little.