Undercooked

Undercooked ch. 2

Chapter 2 The Sweet Competition

Toriel looked at her strange 
"He is fine a little burnt but fine. You, on the other hand, your toast." Frisk couldn't help but say "No I am human." Toriel chuckled at that but resumed her serious face 
"Sugar, If you ever plan to escape and become a master chef you must beat me in a cooking competition." Frisks freaked out a bit. 
The only cooking she ever did involve a microwave or anything frozen.
 "How rude I didn't enough introduce myself. My name is Toriel I own a restaurant down there it is called 
"Mama's Homestyle Cooking" although I bet you already heard of it before." she pointed towards the ruins where I presume the restaurant is. 
"Now sugar this is the part what your name is?"Shocked and embarrassed Frisk replies
 "I'm Frisk..." not sure what to add seeing last time she mentioned she was a waitress send a flower into a murderous rage.
 "I see all this about the competition has made you nervous. Why when you came down here to do this competition you were so excited you forgot to bring any ingredients with you....." 
She looked at Frisk expecting her to agree or something but Frisk was eyeing her making sure she wouldn't go crazy and try to murder her. 
"To make us even I will even allow you to go to the grocery store over there, sugar. Just charge all the ingredients to me" 
She pointed at a small booth with a dog running it
 "she will give you anything you need, and we will compete. If you win you leave one step closer as a master chef if you lose which you will. You will do dishes for the rest of your life, sugar" 
"So what are we making then?" Frisk asked questioning
 'Why she ever listened to her so-called friends. Did they secretly want her to disappear? Is her permanent nickname going to be sugar and why even bothering asking her name?'
"Pie," she said making Frisk pay attention to the goat lady again
 ".... I been making a butterscotch cinnamon pie before you were even born, sugar. My pies are so popular I even sell them ready to bake."
Frisk got a glint of inspiration, and she knew what to do. She grabbed her gear and proceeded cautiously not to hurt her shoulder more.

She walked up to the tem booth. She was not what she expected the dog was sitting on the counter. 
"Ummm... Hello anyone here...". All of a sudden the dog started talking. All of the craziness shouldn't freak Frisk out anymore, but seriously everything here seemed to talk. 
"Like welcome to Tem shop, I am like Temmie like how can I help you?" 
The dog was looking at her paws fingernails annoyed 
"Ummm can I get a frozen butterscotch cinnamon pie and charge it to her" she points at Toriel. 'How was this even a grocery store?' thought Frisk
 'It was a tiny booth in the middle of nowhere.' The dog shrugged 
"Okaysss but like give me a second... I don't want to ruin my nails I just got them done." She dives under the stand. Items start to fly everywhere making small piles 
'Where did she keep this stuff?' Frisk pondered to herself. 
Up comes Temmie with a frozen pie in the box. Temmie puts the frozen pie in a Tem Shop Bag with a picture of her doing a peace symbol on the front with 
"Thank yous for like shopping heres." and hands it to Frisk.
"Here ya go remember if you are like looking for tem items you comess right here or whatever." Temmie resumed sitting back on the counter as Frisk lightly laughed backing up slowly and went towards Toriel bag in hand.

As she got closer to Toriel she was trying to eye what was in the bag Frisk was holding. Frisk immediately hid it behind her back. Toriel questioned her with her eyes
 "Did you find everything?" Toriel said. 
"Yeah... I think..." Frisk replied. 
"What did you get?" Toriel pondered out loud. Frisk panicked there was probably a rule about not using Frozen things or not from scratch. She could feel her pulse quicken. 
"Umm... just the ingredients for the pie. I don't want you to know my secret ingredient. You know ... because as a chef we all have secret recipes..." 
That sounded awful and very nervous. Toriel pondered to push her more but instead 
"I completely understand as a fellow chef. We must keep our best recipes under lock and key, or someone will steal them," she said proudly. Frisk laughed nervously trying to keep herself from falling apart. 
'I need a vacation from this vacation. Who would have thought I would meet a talking flower, talking dog, and this... goat monster thing all in one day.'
 Frisk stood in silence for a second. Was she awake? Is this all just a vivid dream? A nightmare but it seemed so real she still had her arm in the sling. It still hurt, and dreams don't hurt, do they?

Toriel was already about a good 10 feet away when she realized her competition was still behind her. She came and poked at Frisk 
"Are you okay? Is it that arm? I can heal it if you want?" 
Frisk's eyes widen it did hurt quite a bit, but it seemed that this was almost too convenient. She did have the thought about her arm hurting, and now Toriel can heal it. In real life, this doesn't just happen. 
"It is okay Toriel maybe later. I just wanted to put my stuff in my backpack. Why don't you lead me to this restaurant of yours?"
 Frisk put her frozen pie still in the bag in her backpack. Toriel nodded and gladly showed me the way to her restaurant.

We entered a hallway with sign exclaiming 
"All those who pass here will be judged not for their culinary skills but their craft as a whole." The walls plastered with pictures of chefs of different ages and different backgrounds all proudly in their chef's outfits. 
"Did all of these chefs really come to do this competition?"
 Frisk was really feeling out her element now especially with her current half torn mountain gear she was still carrying with her. 
"Yes, sugar all of them... very few ever made it to the master chef though."
Toriel seemed distraught but so did Frisk all of this was way overwhelming. 
"So... why did these people compete against you guys..." 
referring to Toriel not sure what to call her yet. 
"Monsters you mean...?" Toriel said bluntly
 "Are you saying you don't know about these competitions?" 
She turned around eyeing Frisk for the truth. 
"No of course I do..." Frisk lied the more she learned about this place the more she thought she should have just gone a cruise instead. 
"I just didn't know you wanted to be called a monster maybe you wanted to be called I don't know goat-like creature." 
Frisk was making stuff as she is going at this point but thankfully it seemed Toriel was kind enough to let it slide 
"It is okay we are called monsters because our souls are different than yours and we ended up looking much different as well."
 Frisk couldn't help but question her own personal feelings about this. 
'Wasn't she as guilty as the others for judging these creatures the same. In fact, Frisk was even plotting to enslave one to make money off it so she wouldn't have to work. Are these creatures not the same as she? With emotions? Feelings?'
 These thoughts flooded her mind as she made her way towards the restaurant.

Toriel's restaurant blocked the whole entryway of the chef's hall. On the side of the building, it read
 "Welcome human chefs!"
 The building was pink with white trim and a porch wrapped around it. Most likely Toriel took a preexisting house and made it into a restaurant. Toriel guided Frisk inside using one of the many entry doors. It was a nice sit-down restaurant with about a dozen tables and a bar with stools you would see in an ice cream shop. It really had the homey feel with fresh flowers on the tables and pictures of what looks like the locals. The menu above the ice cream bar had basic meals like hamburgers and nice cream. 
'I guess they like a play on words down here too' Frisk thought.
 A huge portion of the menu board was dedicated to 
"Don't forget to try my amazing pies. They are the best!". On the counter, she saw the menu that sit down customers would receive. 
"Mama's homestyle cooking it tastes so good that you will want me as your mama."
 'That is a strange tagline for a restaurant' Frisk thought again. 
Toriel then led her to the kitchen. It was very nice with two stoves and two stove-tops a huge refrigerator. It seems like this would be a nice place to work, but she seemed the type that would never let you out of her sight. Toriel looked at Frisk. 
"Are you ready?" Frisk just shrugged 
"Sure I guess."
 "Each of us will have an hour and a half to make the pies. Good luck Frisk. You will need it."
The battle has started Toriel was busy with setting up her ingredients and setting the temperature to 375. Frisk took the pie out of the tem bag and read the instructions out loud "Preheat oven at 375". 
The oven wasn't quite the same as she had at home and took a little bit to adjust it accordingly. 'Finally! Now to wait till it preheats.'
While on Toriel side she started mixing the whole milk, brown sugar, cornstarch salt and cinnamon in a double boiler. On Frisk side, the timer went off for the preheat. She continued to read the instructions not out loud this time 'Remove pie from the box. Remove pie from plastic. Put the pie in preheated oven for 45 minutes. Optional toppings include whip cream and cinnamon. 'That sounded pretty good, but I bet it would be better with chocolate and caramel as well' thought Frisk is putting the pie in the oven and setting the timer. She put the empty box and plastic back in her bag. 
"Hey, Toriel I am going to grab couple more ingredients be right back."
 She headed off to tem shop once again. Toriel was ecstatic 
'obviously she is way below my talent look as forgot ingredients for her pie amateur.' 
She finally got her pie in the oven. Now the waiting game.