Those Days Continue: Happy Mornings and Nights Spent with Everyone - Freshly baked pie and an unshakable feeling in my chest (I couldn't draw the characters well, so please just imagine the original cast without worrying)

The sky that had glowed red was back to its normal color. Frisk stood there for a while, gazing toward Hotland. (Maybe it was just my imagination...) That's what Frisk decided to think. But the faint tremor that lingered in the soles of their feet wouldn't go away. Frisk walked along the path that led to the ruins. Old pillars made of purple stone stood here and there. They were remnants from hundreds of years ago, when monsters still lived in this place. Now it was a quiet, abandoned place where no one lived. Except for one house. As Frisk drew near the house, a sweet smell drifted through the air. Butterscotch and cinnamon. (Ah, it smells like pie.) Frisk's steps became a little lighter. When Frisk opened the door, steam and warm air touched their face. "Welcome home, Frisk" Toriel peeked out from the kitchen. White, fluffy fur. Red eyes. Small horns that caught the light and glowed softly. Her body was large, but rounded and gentle in shape. She walked toward Frisk, swaying the hem of her long purple robe. "It just finished baking. Go wash your hands" "Yeah, I'm home" As Frisk went to wash their hands, they thought for a moment. Whether or not to tell Toriel about what they'd seen today. (Would it worry her?) But staying quiet felt strange too. ＊ On the table, slices of pie were arranged. Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie. It was Toriel's specialty. Since Frisk came to this house, they'd eaten this flavor many times. "Let's eat" After one bite, sweetness and the scent of cinnamon spread through Frisk's mouth. Deep in their belly, warmth bloomed gently. "Where did you walk today?" Toriel set down her fork and asked. It was her usual gentle way of asking. "I went out toward Hotland" Frisk answered, but hesitated a little. Then, gathering courage, Frisk continued. "Um... on the way, the ground shook a little. And the glowing grass in Waterfall was also glowing in a weird way" That was the moment. Toriel's hand stopped, just slightly. The plate with the pie tilted. "Oh... oh my" The filling inside the pie almost spilled over the edge of the plate. Toriel hurried to straighten the plate, and a single drop of cinnamon-scented juice fell onto her lap. "Oh my, how clumsy of me. I've made a mess" Toriel laughed and wiped her lap with a cloth. But her laughter was a little faster than usual. Frisk watched her carefully. (She was surprised just now, wasn't she...?) Frisk wasn't sure if they should ask, but decided to anyway. "Toriel, are you okay?" "Yes, I'm fine. My hand just slipped" Toriel said that and made a smile again. Then she set down her fork and was quiet for a moment, as if thinking. "...This ruin is protected by very old magic. So even if the ground shakes a little, there's no need to worry" "What kind of magic?" When Frisk asked, Toriel's eyes wavered for a moment. "...Very, very strong magic. Magic that has protected this place for a long time" It was an answer that was and wasn't an answer. Frisk didn't ask further, but a small snag remained somewhere in their heart. "...You see, long ago, I lived with Asgore in a place called New Home" Toriel suddenly began to speak. Frisk stopped eating pie and looked at her. "Asgore? The king?" "Yes. The king now. ...But his way of thinking and mine just couldn't match. So I came here" Toriel didn't say anything more after that. But Frisk noticed that her voice carried a hint of loneliness in its depths. (Toriel has been through a lot too.) Thinking that, Frisk brought the rest of the pie to their mouth. ＊ At night, Frisk got into bed. Toriel sat beside them, holding a book. "What kind of story would you like today" "A story you like, Toriel" Toriel quietly opened the book and began to read in a slow voice. The rhythm of her voice wrapped around Frisk like a cradle. Eyelids grew heavy. The things Frisk had seen today, the things Frisk had felt. The tremor of the ground, the glowing grass, the sky that glowed red. And Toriel's smile, which was just a little stiff. All these things mixed together in Frisk's mind, and soon, Frisk fell asleep. ＊ It happened that night. BOOOOOM. The whole house shook violently. Frisk woke up. The floor beneath their body was still trembling slightly. Outside the window was pitch black. Nothing could be seen. Clatter, clatter-clatter. Several books fell from the bookshelf one after another. The sound of them hitting the ground echoed through the quiet room. "Frisk!" The door burst open. Toriel rushed in, still in her nightgown. Her breathing was a little quick. "It's okay, it's okay...!" Toriel wrapped her arms around Frisk and held them tight. Her fluffy fur touched Frisk's cheek. It was warm, and trembling slightly. "I'm here with you. You're safe now" With those words repeated, Frisk's body slowly relaxed. (That was the biggest one yet.) Something stirred deep in Frisk's heart. A feeling that couldn't quite be put into words. An unsettled feeling. Frisk sensed it was something like the power of Determination—a strange power that only humans possessed. That sensation that wells up from deep inside when you're in trouble. But right now, being in Toriel's arms was much more important. "You must have been scared. Let's sleep now" Toriel said that and slowly stroked Frisk's back. Frisk nodded and closed their eyes again. But Toriel didn't sleep much that night. ＊ Morning came. From the kitchen came a toasted smell... or rather, a slightly burnt smell. "Frisk, breakfast is ready... oh my" When Frisk went to the kitchen, Toriel was frozen in front of the frying pan. One side of the bread was burnt black. "It smells burnt" "Oh my, how awful, again...!" Toriel hurried to lift the frying pan. Her face as she looked at the burnt bread was a little troubled, a little embarrassed. "...I'm sorry. My head is a bit foggy today" Under Toriel's eyes were faint shadows. Frisk noticed them but said nothing, and took a bite of the burnt bread. It was bitter, but somehow it was funny, and Frisk laughed a little. During the meal, Toriel seemed to be thinking about something the whole time. She looked out the window several times, then looked at Frisk's face, then looked out the window again. "...Hey, Toriel" "Yes?" "Can I go visit everyone today? Undyne, Papyrus, Sans. I want to check that they're all okay" Toriel was quiet for a while. Her hand holding the fork stopped a little. "..." Frisk could feel that she was hesitating. "It's okay. I'll come back soon" "...I understand" Toriel let out a small sigh and nodded. "Be careful. If anything happens, come back right away. ...You must come home" "Yeah, I promise" Frisk looked at Toriel's worried face carefully and nodded. ＊ When Frisk left the ruins, a cold wind brushed their cheek. After walking a little, the ground became white. From here on was Snowdin, a town where it snowed all year round. Crunch, crunch. The sound of footsteps on snow echoed. Usually, hearing this sound made Frisk feel lighter. But today, something felt different. Frisk stopped. Thin lines ran across the snowy plain here and there. Cracks. As if something was pushing up from beneath the ice, the ground was split open. (I've never seen anything like this before.) When Frisk drew closer, faint steam rose from the edges of the cracks. When Frisk touched it, the snow was damp and wet. This was a place that should always be frozen. Yet heat seemed to be coming from beneath the ground. Frisk walked along the cracks for a while. Several similar splits continued. It wasn't just the ruins. The same thing was happening in Snowdin too. (It's not just the ruins that's strange.) Something stirred again in Frisk's chest. The earth tremor from that night and this change in the snow seemed connected somehow. Frisk stood on the half-melted snow and looked up at the sky for a while. The gray stone ceiling stretched on endlessly. (I have to see everyone soon.) Thinking that, Frisk stepped on the snow and walked forward.

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Name: Those Days Continue: Happy Mornings and Nights Spent with Everyone
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