True Pacifist

III: Home

38 After series of puzzles, I wandered into a small room.

I found a Froggit, waving at me.

At the corner, I found a toy knife, looking good.

I decided not to pick it up.

39 Leaving the room, I found Toriel, standing.

She ran to me, and stood in front of me.

"Are you okay, my child? Are you hurt?" She said.

There, she healed me, even though I'm not hurt.

40 In front of her house, I saw a sparkly yellow star.

I touched it. "You can save your progress in there, my child.

So you come back there whenever you leave." She said.

With Toriel speaking, I saved my progress.

41 Toriel welcomed me to her house. It's looking good!

"Do you smell that? Surprise! It's a Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie!" She said.

"It would be nice if we celebrate your arrival."

"Come, little one!" She said, walking into a part of her house.

42 "A room of your own! I hope you'll like it." She said.

I liked it how she pat her hand in my head.

I really feel like I'm home. I loved this place.

Smiling, Toriel left.

43 I entered my room. I found a bed that fits just right.

I saw some toys, striped green shirts, and some flowers.

Tired, I slept, lying my body in the nice bed.

I fell asleep.

44 I have awoken up. I saw a plate of butterscotch pie on the floor.

I ate the half of it. "Toriel must be really good at baking." I said.

I left the room. I drifted into Toriel's bedroom.

I saw golden flowers, a queen-sized bed, and a journal.

45 She is not in her room. I started reading her journal.

"Long ago, they made butterscotch pie for their dad.

It made him feel so sick." I read another.

"We lost him. That's how we all remained hopeless."

46 I searched for her in the house. I saw her sitting in a chair, reading.

"Good morning, my child. Do you want to hear about the book

I'm reading?" She asked.

I agreed and listened.

47 "Did you know that as snails mature, they flip their digestive

systems? Interesting, huh?" She said.

I loved her storytelling skills. She is really a caring mother.

I decided to listen to another story.

48 Days, weeks have passed.

I'm feeling homesick. I want to go to the surface.

I want to go back to my real family.

My parents must be so worried about me.

49 One night, I asked Toriel.

"Mom, when can I go home?"

The question might have made her blue.

She remained silent, reading her book.

50 I repeated the same question.

"Mom, when can I leave the ruins?"

She stood up from her seat, saying

"I've got things to do. Stay here."