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Your mother once told you, that there was good in everything, even if it didn't look like it. You figured she was right. If you didn’t drop your phone this morning, breaking it, you would have been able to call your friends, so they would pick you up, instead of walking home right now. If your phone would have worked, you’d be blasting music, completely blocking out the rest of the world. And if you wouldn’t have walked home without your music, you would not have heard the strange sounds from one of the small alleyways that you were passing.
Heh, funny, how one little thing can change someone’s life that fast.
Blue. The ceiling was blue. It was the first thing you noticed upon waking up and it confused you. The walls you knew never were blue, much less the ceiling. Hugh would never do such a thing; it would be outrageous, scandalous even. So, why were the ones you were looking at right now blue? Admittedly, it was a pretty colour, indeed, but so gosh darn confusing. How did you even get here? The last thing you remembered, was that alley and…
With a loud gasp you jolted upwards, your messy, black locks covering most of your face.
“The kid…” It could barely be considered a whisper, more like a soundless attempt to force the words out of you. Before you could even grasp another thought, pain was raging through your head, a very familiar kind of pain. Someone must have hit you pretty hard.
Groaning, you pressed your hands against your temples and squeezed your eyes shut. It was just too much. It was always worse upon waking up. Already used to the feeling of your stomach rising, you were able to forcefully calm yourself down.
“Oh dear… She’s awake.” you’ve heard someone say. The voice sounded very kind and soothing and reminded you of your grandmother.
You managed to choke out a small “Where am I?”, yet barely audible. “And what time is it?” Your head was still pounding, but you lowered your hands anyway. You could feel your fingers brush over something soft, a blanked maybe? It would at least explain the sensation of weight on your legs.
“It’s about 10pm, dear. And don’t worry, you are safe.” 10pm? Like at night? You let out an involuntary gasp and your eyes flew open, even though you could barely see anything due to the bright light shining directly in your eyes. Everything was just a blurry mess of colours.
“Oh no! I am… I am late! He will be so mad!” Hastily, you pulled way the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. You could feel a warm hand on your shoulder that felt almost… fluffy? Whoever it was must be wearing gloves or so.
“Everything is alright, my child. You are hurt, please stay in bed!” You could hear the kind voice tell you again. Oh, they just did not understand!
“I’m fine, really…” You mumbled. “I-… I just need to go, I’m sorry.”
“Well, they seem a bit in a rush, Toriel!” Another unfamiliar voice. Definitely female and very enthusiastic. Great. "I'll go check up on the tweep, okay?"
In order to get your head clear, you almost violently shook it, with the only outcome that your hair was now an even bigger mess and a light dizziness was added to your headache. Well done, really well done! Despite everything, you jumped to your feed, fiddling to get a hold of your phone that was still in your pocket. As you pulled it out, you vision finally grew clear again, just in time so you could remember that the useless thing was broken. Even better. Shaking it in the hope, that this might fix it, you started walking forward blindly, which is never a good idea when you might have a concussion. You should know that by now, but for now, you don’t really seem to ‘ve learned from past experiences.
The next thing you knew, was that you were lying on the floor, your face pressed the soft, off-white carpet and a whole bunch of voices, shouting and talking, interrupting each other.
“Ow, ow, ow…” Your voice was terribly quiet, the words pressed out between your clenched teeth. “I take it back, I’m not fine… Where am I?”
“TORIEL, I THINK THE HUMAN BROKE!” The loud shouting made your ears ring and squeeze your eyes again.
“I am sure we can fix them, Papyrus. Just give them their space, everybody, yes?” the kind voice said again and you could see someone, kneeling just in front of you. Was that… White fur? No, impossible! “Are you alright, young one? You’ve passed out for a few seconds after standing up so quickly.” Carefully, you pushed yourself off the floor, head’s down, until you awkwardly shuffled into a sitting position. Only now you allowed yourself to get annoyed by the hair in your face and brushing it back with one hand while also hoping to flatten out the bumps at the same time. The immediate silence in the room was almost visible. On the one hand because you darted around the room, well, not shocked by what you were seeing, but rather fairly surprised. The person in front of you, indeed, had fur. However, only because you were sitting on the opposite of a Goat Monster, and a very beautiful one nonetheless. They had a very kind face and womanly figure. And they were tall. Not only for you, but in general, very tall, at least 7ft tall. In fact, everyone in the room appeared to be a monster. Not that it bothered you, not at all. Ever since they came to the surface four years ago, each and every monster you’ve met seemed to be very nice and friendly. It was just surprising.
And they were silenced by, well, you, you guessed. The Goat Monster, did someone call her Toriel or did you just imagine the loud, enthusiastic voice saying that?, slowly blinked before giving you a big, almost motherly smile, that made you blush.
“Well, that certainly is surprising…” she sighed and you could not stop yourself from returning a tiny, shy smile.
“WHY DOES THE HUMAN HAVE RED EYES, SANS?” you could hear the loud voice again and turned your head towards the direction it was coming from. It seemed to belong to a tall… well… a tall skeleton, as crazy as that sounded. He was wearing something like armour or so, as well as a red cape and scarf and fitting boots and gloves.
"How hard did I hit my head again?" you muttered under your breath.
“Heh, dunno, bro, maybe they are a special kind of hue-man?” The one answering was a skeleton as well, but much shorter than his brother, with a big smile plastered onto his skull and cladded into a blue hoodie with grey fur lining as well as black shorts. When you saw his pinkish house slippers you could not stop yourself from thinking, that this was a wise man.
“SANS!”, the tall one shrieked at his brother pun while you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small laugh. Oh boy, that was so bad, that it was funny again.
“I’m sorry I startled you…” you whispered. “It’s… weird, I know.” Again, you couldn’t help yourself but smile at them. Toriel sighed and reached out her hand, so you could take it.
“Don’t worry, my child. It is alright, yes? Why don’t you sit down at the table for a while? Would you like a cup of tea?” Hesitantly, you took her hand and let her guide you to the kitchen, where you sat down, continuously kneading your own hands. The two skeletons followed you.
“HUMAN, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SPAGHETTI, TO HELP YOU GET WELL AGAIN?” the tall one exclaimed and you just shook your head.
“No, no thank you. I, uhm, I don’t think I can eat right now. I still feel a little dizzy…” You hated yourself for how weak your voice was.
“Don’t sweat it, kid. I don’t have the stomach for it either right now” The stupid pun made you giggle again while the tall skeleton let out a loud groan. But then it hit you like a bus and you slammed your hands on the table, barely able to breathe, while the three monsters looked at you surprised and a little bit concerned.
“The kid…” you whispered.
“HUMAN? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“There was a kid… in the alley… Oh god.” You started shaking. “What happened? Are they okay?” You knew that there was panic in your eyes, when you looked at Toriel, yet she just continued to smile and put a cup of tea in front of you and patted your hand.
“Frisk is alright, dear. Thanks to you. They are sleeping right now, so don’t worry! Undyne is with them.” You let out a sigh of relief and closed your eyes for a second.
“Thank goodness!”
“Yeah, Thanks a bunch for that, kiddo.” You gave the small skeleton a weak smile and took a sip of the drink. It was pretty good.
“Don’t mention it. I… I just couldn’t let a bunch of tweeps beat up a little child. Wait, did you say Frisk? Like, in “The Monster Ambassador Frisk”-Frisk?”
“Yup, the one and only…”
“That explains so much. No wonder those idiots were…” You didn’t finish your sentence, couldn’t. Even thinking about it, made your brains hurt. Not as much as the punch that probably knocked you out but still pretty bad.
“I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAS TO THANK YOU, HUMAN, FOR SAVING MY DEAR FRIEND!”
“It’s okay, really.”
“HUMAN, PLEASE, TELL ME YOUR NAME, SO WE CAN BE FRIENDS TOO!”
“Wha..?” You could feel yourself blushing and bit your lips. Friends? “I’m… I’m… My Name’s…” You swallowed hard, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. “Elaine, name’s Elaine”
“Well, nice to meet ya, Elaine!” The small skeleton stated with a wink. “I’m Sans, Sans the Skeleton. And that’s my brother Papyrus.”
“And I am Toriel. Papyrus is right, we are very thankful, that you protected Frisk.” You let out a insecure smile again, before taking another sip of tea.
“No, no. I am the one to say thank you. You brought me here, after I got knocked out, right?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“I-I hope, this doesn’t sound rude, but I should really go now. My… boyfriend… I’m sure he’s already very worried because I did not come home yet.” Well, more like furious, but they don’t need to now. Or ever. “I am glad, that Frisk is alright, could you tell them that?”
“But, why, of course!” Toriel seemed like such a sweet and kind person, it really warmed your heart and you asked yourself if they were somewhat of Frisk’s mom. They sure had that motherly aura.
“You sure, you’ll be alright? You got hit on the head pretty badly there?” Sans eyes, or rather the little white lights in his sockets were scouting you, but you just nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ‘ait. I got worse already, don’t worry!” This time, your smile was just a tad bit sad, but you managed to hide it. The three monsters accompanied you too the door and you thanked all of them again, before walking into the darkness.
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The house was dark when you arrived, and you shivered, but not because it was cold. Your hoodie actually did a pretty good job at keeping you warm. Yet, you still felt an already well known coldness creeping up your spine. The last time you came across a clock, it was almost 1am. Your fingers were playing with the edge of your hood that was covering most of your long, black locks, as well as your eyes. You hated your eyes.
The front door of the house made a loud creaking sound upon swinging open and you shivered again. As silent as possible, you entered and crept inside. Just as you were passing the study a light went on and you swallowed hard, turning towards it.
“H-Hugh…” If you thought, that your voice was quiet and shaky before, that was nothing compared to this. He was sitting in one of the big chairs, his face hard and stern.
“Elaine… You’re late!”