Toriel and I were on brake and I was reading the news. Toriel was sipping some tea. "Hey, Tori?"

   "Hmm? Yes, child?"

   "Why are we baking when everyone else is a mobster?"

   She set her teacup on the table and smiled, "I used to be the boss around here. But I realized it was wrong to hurt people. So, I went to baking! It would give us some extra money, so it was a good idea."

   I furrowed my brow, Toriel hurt people? Yesterday she almost cried because she stepped on the tail of this stray white dog...

The door opened and Sans walked in. I sighed and looked back at the newspaper. He came over and ruffle my already messy hair. I growled and he seemed to flinch at my sudden hostility.

I've been forcing myself to forgive him. My body said 'no' every time I said that it was fine.

   I took a deep breath as he sat down in the chair next to me. "Hey, can I read the paper when you're done?"

   I nodded and slid it to him on the table. He picked it up, and then squinted at one of the smaller articles. His mouth was slightly open, as his eye sockets scanned the article.

   He ripped it out, and then jogged into another room. I shrugged and coughed. Dangit... I'm getting a flipping cold..

   "Oh! My child, are you sick?" Toriel asked quickly. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and shook my head, "Nah, I'm fine... Just a little cold."

   She didn't look happy with my answer.

   She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway, getting two coats and a floppy hat on the way.

   "Put this on. We're going somewhere," she ordered like a mother telling her child to bundle up for winter. I slid the fur coat on, then placing the floppy on my head.

   "Where are we going?" I asked as I buttoned up my coat.

   "To Asgore's home, dear. You're staying there for some time."

   "Who is Asgore?" I asked again, fixing my hat and wheezed a little. She sighed heavily and grabbed my hand again.

   "I'll tell you on the way, (Y/N)."

   "So... Asgore is the boss man, who orders people to be killed who don't pay him?" I summarized. Toriel nodded and pulled into a gravel driveway.

   The house was in the country, and it was at least four stories high. It was a blue-gray with dark gray trimmings. Windows everywhere.

   She, again, grabbed my hand and led my into the porch, where she knocked loudly. A few seconds  later, a gigantic goat man opened it up.

   He had blonde hair and a beard, and was smiling warmly. If he didn't smile... I would've wet my pants...

"Howdy Toriel! Who's this?" He also had an incredibly deep voice, too. I was shaking a bit, until I saw a kid hugging Asgore's leg.

   The kid had overalls on, a white shirt under it. They also had a bandage on the side of their face.

   "She's been too cooped up inside the bakery. She's sleeping on an old mattress, and now she's sick because of it. May she stay here for a couple of weeks?" Toriel said, clasping her fluffy hands together.

   Asgore smiled warmly and rested his paw on her shoulder, "Of course, dear. Anytime."

Toriel sighed happily and pecked his cheek, "Thank you so much! I owe you a pie." Asgore smiled and waved goodbye to her as she drove out.

I swallowed nervously and looked at Asgore, "U-Umm, hai..." I greeted awkwardly. The little kid poked my leg, and tugged on my finger. "Hmm?"

They led me inside, and they pushed past Asgore. Pushed. Pushed the gigantic killing goat man.

They led me into a living room, with many chairs and some poker chips were spread across the coffee table. They sat me down and stared at me.

"Heya, kid. What's your name?" I asked while scratching the back of my neck. They cleared their throat and opened their mouth to say something... But they did sign language instead. I know a little of it, because Betty's sister was a mute.

"Hi... Mine-no, my name ic- is... Frick?" I questioned as I read Frick's hands carefully. Frick shook their head and spelled their name out slowly again.

"Oh! Frisk! Sorry! I don't know too much of sign language," I apologized quickly and they shrugged their shoulders. Footsteps boomed though the living room as Asgore walked in.

"Hello... I didn't get your name yet, child. What's your name?" He asked while sitting in the cushion beside me.

"(Y/N) (L/N). Nice to meet you," I said in my most friendly voice, trying not to stutter as I talked to the gigantic goat man. I sneezed afterwards, wiping the bottom of my nose with my sleeveZ

   He smiled and stuck his gigantic hand out, "Asgore Dreemurr. Pleasure to meet you. I hear you are a little sick. I'll make you some tea."

   My lips tugged into a smile at his kindness. Before he left, Frisk speedily signed something to him, and he chuckled then nodded.

   Frisk took my hand and led me upstairs into a room with gray floral walls, a queen sized bed, and a huge window with white blinds. My jaw dropped a little at the tidiness and elegance of the room, then Frisk signed something to me.

   "Guest... Room. Oh! Is this my room?" I questioned and they nodded their head vigorously. I smiled and ruffled their brown hair, "Thanks kiddo!"

   "The tea is done!"