It Happened...Again.

Your mind wrestled with itself, were you going to allow this goat(?) woman to practically kidnap you to god knows where in this deserted Ruins, possibly either getting eaten or helped. Or were you going to just take the option of sitting on your ass in the middle of no where with no way in or out of this place covered in puzzles....

.....

Well, you've gotten your answer after said goat woman, (Toriel you think she said), took hold of your hand as she i.e. guided you through the Ruins. You internally huff at yourself, berating your inability to be rude enough to tell someone you were fine. Which, was obviously not true, but it wasn't like you were going to tell her that. Since you were lost in your own thoughts, you hardly heard anything Toriel was saying, so when she looks at you expectantly, you blanched. Staring blankly like a lost child; the look causing her to giggle, as she seemed to understand that you weren't listening. 

You look down flushing a bright red, a little ashamed at getting lost in your thoughts again. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately, you wondered if that would have become an issue in the future. Luckily, your train of thought managed to stop before tuning back in to listening to Toriel.

"My child, you seem to have quite a head in the clouds there.", she snickers, as if there was some hidden joke there that you didn't seem to understand.

"I-I'm sorry, I have a bad habit of getting lost in thought. Um...what were you saying?"

Toriel gently shakes her head, still smiling softly, as she expertly makes her way through the puzzles with no effort, somehow you didn't even notice that she was easily maneuvering you around the puzzles as if it was a dance. You were honestly quite impressed with her graceful movements that you hardly felt like you were solving the puzzles. 

Continuing forward, Toriel began to speak again, "Well, I was saying that you had a lovely dance style My child. However I do not know what sort of style you dance for it is quite different from what I have seen in my time. Your graceful and elegant movements are that of ballet-", you blush a bit at her compliments, "-but your free-spirited and carefree style has made it different. May I ask what style of dance you use?"

As she re-explained her question, you opened your mouth to respond, before she stops coming up against a little home behind a rather large tree with....leaves on it?? How is it still alive?? Confusingly you stare at the tree, as she continues on, letting go of your hand to reach the door, "Come along my child, we have much to discuss.", she disappears into the home. You hesitant, glance back up at the tree once more, watching a few leaves fall before you enter the home yourself.

This had already been a strange day.

It wasn't long before you woke back up from your light nap that night. At least you thought it was night time, time difference was difficult to figure out when you couldn't tell if it was night or day there. Sighing, you sit up, rubbing your eyes, it was hard to sleep with everything happening all at once. You recalled the talk with Toriel earlier in that day, it was still hard to wrap your head around it...

"I see. My, that is quite fascinating My child! I have never seen such a style of ballet before.", she says as she looks up in thought, with a dreamy smile on her face of such a new creation of dance.

You stare at the table awkwardly, taking a sip of the golden flower tea she had brought you along with pie, and damn was that one hell of a good pie. You'd have to ask for the recipe one of these days. Setting the cup down gently, you place your hands in your lap, having already finished your pie.

Fidgeting, you respond, "I-It's not that great Ms. Toriel. It's not really considered an actual style of dance, it's just something I-"

She cuts you off sternly, "My dear, no matter what dance is considered real by what your kind has deemed original, I have never in all my years of life have seen a unique creation of such a wonderful style of feelings. Do not berate yourself for creating something that is entirely your own. You should be proud My child, as I am."

You were taken aback, you stared at her for a long moment, before something wet hit your hand. You blinked and looked down, it looked like water, it only registered that you were crying when Toriel had made her way over a little frantically to wipe away your tears. You couldn't hold back after that, and broke down, Toriel there to comfort you through it all. You weren't sure why you started to cry, but after hearing her words, it felt like something inside you cracked.

That was the first time someone actually liked your dancing...

You cover your face in utter embarrassment, why did you break down like that in front of her? There was no reason to cry about it...but...after that had happened, Toriel went on to explain to you the history of monsters and humans. And how monsters were trapped Underground, the fact they all had magic, that she couldn't leave because of the barrier and Asgore, and the strangest yet exciting thing was the fact that everyone down here had their own style of dance. You weren't entirely sure if you felt like you landed in a strange land where all you could do was dance for a living or a sad war zone where the last of the race was trapped underneath a mountain.

It was odd to either be happy or sad that you ended up down here...

Sighing, you look up, noticing a plate of pie in the middle of the floor, and you huff in amusement. However, your not one to waste a good pie, so instead you slip onto the ground, reaching to pick up the fork that's on the plate. Before you could even cut a slice of the mouth-watering goodness that is pie, your temporary bedroom slammed open, revealing a more than panicking Toriel, as she stares at you with wide eyes.

"W-wha- Toriel? What's wrong what's-"

"Child, you must leave. Now!"

You stared, wide eyed and if not a little hurt. She notices this and glances back a moment before she quickly rushes around the room, gathering a cell phone, and packing essentials into it, "My child, I am sorry, but I will explain in a moment, but for now you need to leave.", you were dumbfounded, her panic-induced rush, seeping into your own panic, as you glance around, "Is something happening? Did I do anything wrong?", at that she looks at you horrified, as if saying you did anything wrong was the most taboo thing to have ever been said. "No, of course not My Child! It's just-", she looks to the door again, determined, she finished quickly, and easily picks you up as if you were a doll, and rushes down to the basement.

You had seen these stairs before, but you didn't want to invade her privacy by snooping around a place that wasn't yours. But now that she was quite literally manhandling you down these stairs, your curiosity got the better of you, what was down here?

Question soon answered, she gently sets you down in front of two large double doors with the same pattern as the archway in that room before meeting a random patch of grass. The memory makes you shiver, however you still couldn't place why. You look up to see Toriel trying to gain a moment, before she looks to you with sympathy. She kneels down to your height, and carefully tries to explain, "My child. I am so sorry, but it seems you cannot stay here for very long. I am unsure as to who, but someone must have alerted the guards outside the Ruins of word of human here. They will be here soon, and I cannot stop them from inspecting my home.", she gives an irritated huff, to who that was for you weren't sure you wanted to find out.

Toriel shook her head and gave you one of the most softest hugs you could have ever received. "You will be fine my child. I have a friend out of these doors that will help you. I do not know of his name unfortunately, but he seems to have quite a penchant for skeleton puns.", she giggles a bit when you make a face at that. Great, who were you supposed to be looking for, a walking skeleton??

However, you look up at her with a plead in your gaze, "Come with me? Please?", at this Toriel frowns sadly and shakes her head, tightening her hug, on the verge of being a little suffocating, "I cannot. If they do not find me at home, then they will most likely suspect that I have hidden you somewhere.", she pulls back, grinning sadly, as she stands, and proceeds to hand you the phone. You look at her and the phone strangely, confused, but before she could explain, there was a sudden loud knock on the door upstairs. The sound causing you both to tense, as she quickly turns to open the door, ushering you out gently, "You will be safe with him my child. Do not worry, I will be alright. My number is in the phone, for if you shall ever have the need to call me.", and with that, she quickly closes the door, her footsteps seemingly to get more quiet as she walks away from the door.

You weren't very good on these kind of situations, but the look on her face seemed......almost unbearably dejected. Like she had lost something yet again. You stood quiet for a moment, staring at the door, hoping maybe she'd come back, but it was silent. Sighing, dejected yourself, a harsh shiver ran up your spine as you hug your arms.

"What in the-"

You turn into......snow? What in the blasted?! You were Underground weren't you?! Why is there snow?!

All this monster magic madness was getting to you, and perhaps this was the first time you regretted wearing this dress, as pretty as it was, it wouldn't stand a candle to the god awful temperatures of freakin magic snow! Grumbling a little, you hoof it forward, practically leaving little pits in the dense snow where your feet leave behind tracks, lord knows you'll be getting frost-bite or god forbid hypothermia by the end of this...

More than a little numb, you push on, your vision slowly going blurry as you promptly trip over a big tree branch you didn't see, ".....", somehow, you wonder if you should just sleep here. It didn't seem like you were going to get out of there anytime soon, and your body was numb enough to not feel much of the cold. But before you could succumb to that so called much needed sleep, you were easily picked up bridal style, and moving. It couldn't be you, your feet were icicles at this point, so who was....?

You glance up, only able to see white and blue, your vision opting out rather fast for your liking. So before you passed out, you tried uttering a something Toriel had told you that morning, ".....thank...you....for saving me....I was really bone tired...."

The odd figure stopped a moment, you getting the weird feeling of being stared at before it chuckles, shoulders shaking briefly before it continued walking. Before you could try to look at your savior again, your eyes drift shut as the darkness sets in.