Corruption

Mother Dearest

"Please have a seat," Toriel gestured at the gigantic furniture as she and Frisk entered the lavender brick house.

Frisk tried to sit down in a large cushioned chair near a fireplace, but she just melted into the seams. She settled for taking a pillow from the chair and sitting on it on the floor.

"I'll be back in a moment with some pie," Toriel called as she entered another, more echoey room. Her claw like toenails tapped delicately across the tiles as the kitchen swallowed her.

Absorbed in the conflicted emotional battle between fear and calm, Frisk scanned the room around her. To the side of the fireplace stood a bookshelf filled with novels the size of pillows. Next to the chair layed a pair of reading glasses. Frisk turned around and saw a dresser with intricate metal handles and large pictures sitting on top. She got up and walked over to the dresser.

In the bottom drawers resided striped sweaters in varying shades of green and other human-sized garments. Frisk thought about changing her clothes but thought Toriel would notice, so she kept exploring.

In the next row resided some broken toys and childish art projects. Macaroni art seemed to be popular down here.

In the top row resided a single gold key with a purple heart and a large silver band. A monster wedding ring perhaps?

Frisk climbed up the drawers to get to the pictures at the top of the dresser. There were three framed photographs.

On the farthest right sat a picture of Toriel and another giant goat hybrid monster holding a baby hybrid monster. It looked a lot like a mini Toriel, but it was impossible to tell it's gender from the picture.

On the farthest left sat a picture of Toriel, the same goat monster, the baby grown into a child, and a human girl posing for the camers. Both children were the same size and had on sweaters identical to the ones in the bottom drawers.

In the middle sat the smallest picture with just the child monster and the girl. They smiled playfully, especially the girl. But there was something almost too playful about her smile. Just a little too crazy.

Frisk heard Toriel returning, so she rushed to put everything back to the way it had been. When Toriel came back into the room carrying two slices of pie, Frisk was back to sitting on her large pillow.

"I do hope you like butterscotch," Toriel smiled as she handed Frisk a slice of pie.

Frisk's eyes gleamed and drool trickled down her chin; never before had she seen delicious-smelling food practically the size of her head. So creamy, so perfect, it almost had a magical aura of sweetness. Ignoring Flowey's warning, Frisk devoured the pie. Butterscotch filling oozed out of the protective flaky crust. Crystalized sugar stuck to her edges of her lips. By the time Toriel sat down in her chair, Frisk's pie slice was gone.

Toriel chuckled. "I guess you were hungry."

Frisk nodded, her tangled hair sticking up in all directions.

"Tell me child, what is your name?"

". . . Frisk."

"Frisk? That's a lovely name. How did you find yourself down here?"

"I. . . I jumped."

"You came to the Underground willingly? May I ask why?"

". . . I . . . I don't want to talk about it."

"As you wish child."

Frisk looked back at the dresser. "Toriel?"

"Yes?"