Toriel opened the door to her home. She steps out of the way to let CRILP in. He walks inside and smells the worst thing he has ever had his whole nose take in. He gags.
"What is wrong, my child?"
"First of all, don't call me that. Secondly, what the hell is that smell?" He asks.
"Snail pie! I was making it and decided to go on a walk before it was done... speaking of which, I smell it burning!" She runs out of the room into the next, leaving CRILP behind.
"Why would you ever leave the oven on and walk away? That's not smart..." He thinks out loud as usual.
CRILP covers his nose with his shirt to block the smell. He decides to walk around and finds a room with a comfortable looking bed in it. He decides to sleep because this shit was too crazy and he needed to relax. CRILP falls asleep with a hectic mind.
CRILP wakes up with a cleared mind. He gets out of the bed, and just in the dark he can barely make out the shape of.... a slice of snail pie. He picks it up and puts it in the backpack he took with him before he fell down.
He walks out of the room. The light hurts his eyes. He squints for a bit and continues to walk when he gets used to it. He sees Toriel reading a book.
"Hey what's up?" He asks.
"Oh, Hello! I was reading a book called 72 Uses For Snails. Would you like to hear a chapter?"
"No not really." CRILP responds.
"Okay..." Toriel looks sad.
They sit there for a while...
"So do you do anything besides bake and read?" CRILP asks.
"Not really." She says.
They sit there for a little bit longer.
"I'm extremely bored. What about you?"
"I'm bored all the time." Toriel says.
"So do you want to get out of here?"
"Sure!"
Toriel gets up.
"Follow me."
He follows Toriel into the basement. They get to a door and she opens it. They walk out together.
This is the beginning of another adventure.
To be continued....
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Undertale: What Even Is This?
FantasyA young laddie boi named CRILP goes on an adventure in a place called the underground or whatever.... He soon learns that this place is a bitch to go through and that he really hates flowers. CRILP goes through many traumatic experiences (puzzles, e...