Chapter 3
At first the days pass slowly, each one the same as the next. Your arm was healing nicely, though Toriel asked you to still keep it bandaged and in the sling. You only leave the room at night, to go to the washroom, and you don't leave the bed when you can hear Toriel. She comes in a few times a day, bringing you new food and taking away the old dishes, and talking to you and telling you stories. After a few days, she cracked a terrible pun about snails, and you couldn't help the small smile that flitted across your face.
Toriel lit up at your reaction, and began telling you jokes whenever she could. There were a couple times where she'd be walking by the room, think of a joke, and just tell it to the door. Those were the times you smiled, when you knew she wouldn't know, wouldn't get mad. Soon enough she was going to get mad, you knew it, so you were just waiting for the inevitable.
It was after staying there for 2 weeks that she finally caught you out of the room. It was on your nightly trip to the bathroom, which you knew she knew about but never mentioned. There was always a clean towel in there waiting, and lately there had even been little notes with jokes on them. You kept those notes in your shoe, liking the feeling of having them there.
Today however you had drank more water than you usually do, and you didn't pay enough attention to her sounds before leaving your room. She walked so quietly sometimes. You opened the door to the hall and peeked out, then shut it quietly and dashed to the washroom. You didn't even notice she was in there until you had already closed the door. She looked up startled, caught halfway writing another joke on a piece of paper. You froze, staring at the ground.
"Oh my, is it that time already? I could not pick out the right joke today, too many on my mind. My head can be a little fuzzy sometimes." She giggled at her own terrible pun, and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped you as well. The smile on her face was brilliant, and you wished you had seen it sooner, had caused it sooner. She finished up her note quickly, then carefully walked up to you.
"Have a good night, sweet child. I will see you in the morning." Her voice was soft, and she lightly brushed your hair from your eyes, pausing at your flinch, then kissed the top of your head gently and left the room. You stood there for a while, stunned by what had just happened. You wondered if it could really be that easy, to be so nice to someone you'd only known for a few weeks. You wanted to try, her kindness filled you with determination.