Frisk didn't think that Toriel would comply so easily with her husband when Asgore calmly but sternly suggest that she start making lunch instead of finding an outfit for "the child". But to her surprise, the giant goat lady quickly and eagerly agreed to the suggestion after Asgore quietly brought up the fact "the child" was nothing but skin and bones and probably hadn't had a proper meal in months. And as soon as that sentence left Asgore's mouth, Toriel's insane brown eyes shined with excitement as she quickly dropped the orange dress she was currently showcasing to Frisk.
"Lunch?! Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Gorey!"
Frisk's anxiety spiked even more when Toriel let out a small deranged giggle as she clapped her paws together in delight. The mini-giantess flashed Frisk a smile and if Frisk could move, she would have bolted from the creepy, overly colorful, and bright child's room right then and there. Toriel's smile shook Frisk to the very core, but not because it was a wrathful smile full of malice and threats of violence.
No, what was so unsettling about that smile was that it was...warm. Warm and pleasant and so full of love. It was a very unnatural type of love. Like a child with a doll. Ownership maybe? Frisk didn't know how to classify what type of love Toriel was portraying with that smile, and once again, Frisk found herself wondering which Toriel she'd rather be stuck with: this one, or cold queen Toriel with her icy demeanor. Maybe Queen Toriel was a better pick. At least from what Frisk saw, Queen Toriel had a better grasp of her...sanity?
How can somebody lose their sense of reality this quickly, Frisk wondered and then thought back to those now cringe-worthy belly rubs. Those along with the odd things Toriel had been cooing at her should have made her more than a little uncomfortable but Frisk's mind had been so clouded with pain and exhaustion that she didn't even see anything wrong with what Toriel was doing.
But now that Frisk was more awake and not suffering from all that breathtakingly horrible pain, she wanted nothing more than to get as far away from Toriel as possible.
Unfortunately whatever Toriel had done to her when she rubbed Frisk's chest area hadn't worn off yet and so for the past five minutes, ever since Alphys had left to retrieve Asgore, Frisk had been stuck in the room with the obviously disturbed goat woman. Being forced play along with Toriel's disillusions and carefully explaining why each childish dress Toriel presented to her wouldn't do in the sweetest voice she could manage was altogether strange, nerve-wracking, and terrifying, and if it weren't, Frisk would have been impressed with herself given the position she was currently in. Maybe she chose the wrong profession. Maybe instead of joining her school's chorus, Frisk should have gone into drama.
Luckily it seemed like Toriel was having too much fun showing off the seemingly never-ending and disturbing amount of childrens' dresses she had in her closet to be even the slightest bit discouraged with Frisk's constant rejections.
"What do you think I should make her to eat?" Toriel asked Asgore, who only shrugged helplessly with a playful smile on his face.
"You know I'm only good for a nice cup of tea, my dear," he said and at the mention of "tea" Toriel's excitement dimmed a bit and a disapproving frown came over her face. Frisk held her breath at Toriel's sudden change in mood, not sure what Toriel would do next. The only thing that was keeping Frisk was completely suffering an anxiety attack was Asgore's unworried and calm expression, letting her know that not only was he used to his wife's sudden mood swings, but he also knew how to handle them.
Hopefully. Toriel's frown wasn't comforting in the least.
"Speaking of tea, didn't you hear me a few minutes ago? Our child needs a cup of tea. She woke up that second time so... disagreeable and argumentative," Toriel explained, tsking and shaking her head at Frisk before a sympathetic look of despair replaced her disapproving frown. "Of course I blame her cranky mood on her unexpected illness-
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Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine
FanfictionFrisk sang for a living. She sang in clubs that were populated by mobsters, murderers and the most violent criminals her city had to offer. She honestly thought things couldn't get any worse until corruption in the form of a grinning skeleton came s...
