Do you remember?

As the human stares into the empty room in disbelief, Toriel catches up with em.

“*Ah-- was it candy you wanted?” she asks, placing a hand on eir shoulder and steering them into the room, towards the candy bowl. “*Well, do not ruin your appetite before dinner, but you may take some for our walk, if you so desire!”

The Human now stands before the pedestal with the bowl of candy, awkwardly clutching eir stick. Across from em is the Narrator, who states, *It says ‘take one.’

Zoom in on the faces of the Human and the Narrator. The Narrator’s eyes flash red, causing the Human to sweat. *Take one? the Narrator asks, emphasizing the ‘one’ in red.

The Human does indeed take only one, holding it up for us to see before shoving it into eir pocket, as Toriel steers them away from the candy bowl.

“*Now, before we continue--”

Toriel places both hands firmly on the Human’s shoulders, glaring down at them with a concerned expression.

“*I would like to make myself very clear. I am not mad at you. Children should be allowed to run and play as they please.”

She continues speaking, as the panels show a montage of her and the Human walking the rest of the way through the Ruins. The Human points at a blue ghost, Napstablook, presumably flirting, as Toriel watches and makes encouraging gestures in that background.

“*But the Ruins are very dangerous, so please stay close to me.”

Next in the montage is Frisk walking across a precarious bridge over a hole in the floor, stick positioned like a tightrope walker would use a pole to balance. We watch over Toriel’s shoulder.

Then the Human poking a blue button with their stick, as the Narrator watches from behind a pillar.

Close in on the Human’s face, a little awed, as Toriel speaks.

“*Finally, my child…”

Toriel gestures at a large purple door behind her, emblazoned with a more fanciful variant of the Delta Rune symbol. She is smiling big. “*Here we are! Your new home!”

Next is within the house. The interior is painted in warm colors, with decor like embroidery, books, and flowers. Toriel hangs up her cloak on a hook by the door, her back turned to the Human. Ey have removed their shoes, and drifts further into the house to explore.

“*Please feel free to-- ah--!”

A shot of the Human’s foot, covered by a blue and purple sock, set down onto a stair step, leading into the basement. Before they can descend the stairs, however, Toriel grabs em by the hood. Eir eyes widen, before Toriel gently steers them away from the stairs, and down a hall.

“*I’m sorry, but the basement is off-limits. But the rest of the house is yours to explore!” she explains. “*Beginning with--

*Your own room!”

Toriel looks extremely pleased with herself as she shows the Human eir room. The Human looks a little impressed.

The room is in shades of red and brown, with yellow stars across the walls. A bed in the corner has small plushies that look similar to Toriel herself, by a lamp is a crayon drawing of a golden flower taped to the wall, and a dresser is cluttered with things like old handheld game consoles, pencils, earbuds…

“*Please make yourself comfortable while I go make us dinner!” Toriel says, and departs.

The Human stands for a moment, then reaches up. He undoes his ponytail, causing eir long brown hair to go cascading over his shoulders.

Ey then look around the room, the things they find are remarked upon by the Narrator.

The Human goes digging through a chest at the foot of the bed. The starry-eyed narrator remarks *Look at all these cool toys!

Then to the Human’s less-enthused reaction, the now-disappointed Narrator says *They don’t interest you at all.

*An empty photo frame. It’s really dusty…

The Human holds a purple and pink shoe. It is tiny in her hands.

*A box of kid’s shoes in a disparity of sizes.

The human exits the room, and points at a plant in the hallway. We can see the Narrator reflected in a mirror.

*You don’t know what kind of plant this is.

The Human enters Toriel’s room. They take out a hefty volume with a green cover.

*It’s an encyclopedia on subterranean plants.

The Human opens a door. They look surprised and awed, while the Narrator looks affronted, a hand over their mouth.

*It’s Toriel’s sock drawer. How scandalous!

The Human leaves Toriel’s room, and passes by the unknown plant again. The Narrator stops to point it out.

*Oh! It is a ‘water sausage!’

The Human pauses by the mirror, staring into it.

*It’s you!, the Narrator says.

The Human rests a hand upon the mirror briefly, then traces a question mark with their hand. They point at the Narrator, poking the mirror, with a cheeky grin.

“So how long are you going to keep narrating everything I say?” the Human signs. “Yes, you! Hello!”

Image Description: The art style becomes predominantly black, with white outlines, and pink-to-violet lighting.

Violet fireballs whip past the human, blowing his hair back. Their expression is difficult to read, even as the Narrator looks at em from the side.

The human darts closer and closer to Toriel on the other end of the room, dodging around her fireballs, until the two are nearly face to face. Ey look stoically into her eyes… then wink, giving off fingerguns, and sign “Hey hot stuff. You’re on fire right now, but do you think you can cool it?”

Just behind xem, the Narrator reacts with borderline cartoonish horror.

Toriel, too, freezes, the flames crackling in her hands. Then color returns as she snorts, and bursts out in loud and ugly laughter. The unseen Narrator turns to its partner, accusing “*Have you satisfied your perverted soul now!? You have flirted with a woman thousands of years your senior! Is your perversity sated!?”

Toriel finally calms down enough to speak, bringing her hands together with a pleased smile.

“*Oh, my child,” she says, “*You have done excellently! Certainly, you will befriend every monster in these Ruins. Now come, follow me! Home is not far at all!”

She gestures to the Human with a fond look, as ey progress onwards, the Narrator following a little ways behind. Together, they come to a corridor with a long row of spikes barring the way, water at either side of the path. The Human seems to perk up as she sees something at the very end of the corridor, between rows of needle-like spikes-- seemingly a skull-like creature, that also sees her.

He makes a break, and starts to run after it. Both the Narrator and Toriel react with shock, as Toriel calls out “*My child!? Where are you going!?”

The Narrator can only stare dumbfounded at the Human’s flagrant disobedience.

Fortunately, the Humans isn’t hurt by the spike rows, and sees the skull-creature dart into another room. But as they round the corner and peer inside…

It’s gone. It’s nothing but an empty room. The only thing of note, a small bowl of candy atop a lone pedestal.

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Toriel places a hand wreathed in violet flame upon the human’s head. Surprisingly, it does not burn em, it only feels warm.

“*Most magic is not equipped to heal physical wounds, but mine should ease the pain,” Toriel explains. When the human does not respond, she only gives a patient smile, and says “*Aha, I see you are not one for talking…”

She takes his hand, leading em down their hallway.

Despite their name and emptiness, these Ruins halls seem brighter and friendlier. Especially in contrast to those first few rooms. The human’s heartrate is still elevated from eir encounter with those horrible vines… but with this woman’s company, as she rambles on about puzzles and history, she begins to relax.

And silently, the narrator follows and observes.

The medium switches to a series of simple chalk drawings, to illustrate Toriel’s narration.

“*A long time ago, two races ruled over earth, humans and monsters. A war broke out between the two races, ending in the monsters being sealed Underground. Though saddened we could not see the stars again, we still found ways to live good lives… Until strange creatures from an unknown place entered the Underground and attacked. We call these creatures ‘eldritch’.”

Pan out from the last chalkboard, revealing Toriel is standing in front of it, gesturing with a piece of chalk.

“*Between the evil intentions of the eldritch, and the new distress of the monsters, you may come to be harmed,” she states, “but never fear.”

A violet fireball appears, cupped in her palm.

“*Learning to dodge will grant me time to come to your aid and help defuse the situation. Now then…”

She smiles, as flames leak from her hands.

“*What would you say to a review?”

The human grips her stick tightly. Lit by the purple flames, ey appear a little nervous.

*Toriel smiles reassuringly.

A red heart appears at the very bottom, surrounded by four options-- Fight, Act, Item, and Mercy.