#littlestripes

The cool autumn breeze blew past Toriel as she was relaxing on the porch outside. It was the time of year where the leaves were just starting to change color, and the sun's rays got caught on the orange and yellow leaves and illuminated them to their fullest, most beautiful potential. Leaves fell lazily to the ground as the wind blew through the trees, and Toriel remembered that there was a time she herself believed that she would never be able to see this. The Above... The human world that they had been cast from so long ago, but now they were reentering thanks to Frisk and their determination. Frisk... Where was the child? Toriel and Frisk shared this house together; an old house with a creaky staircase and leaky sinks and a dusty attic, but mostly a place of happiness and joyfulness. A place both of them were proud to call home. But now... Toriel couldn't think of where Frisk had gone. They said they would be right out, after they were finished with something. What was taking so long? It must have been at least ten minutes. Toriel walked up to the main door. "Frisk! Are you there? Do you need help with anything?"