You finished your pie well after Frisk did. Now as you swallowed the last bite, you found Frisk resting with his head on your lap. You smiled, patting his hair gently.
"Toriel? Do you have a place we can rest?" You asked quietly.

Toriel nodded. "Follow me. I have a spare room prepared for occasions like this."

You laughed quietly, raising a brow. "How often do strange children fall down here?" You chuckled.

Her face fell slightly but she remained smiling. "It's... happened a few times before."

Sensing her discomfort, you fell silent. You followed her, carrying Frisk in your arms. She led you to the first room of the hallway, opening the door wide for you. It looked like a normal child's room, walls painted yellow and old artwork framed on the wall.

You placed Frisk on the bed closest to the door and tucked the sheets around him. You weren't surprised he was exhausted. He'd practically danced the entire way there.

You brushed the hair from his face and stepped back. Toriel smiled at you. "You really do have a caretaker's touch, don't you?" She mused.

You returned her smile, pushing your hair behind your ear. "I wouldn't say I'm professional... but I do know Frisk. That's really the most of it."

Toriel nodded. "It makes sense to me." Her eyes flickered to Frisk and she snickered. "Maybe we should talk somewhere else. We wouldn't want to wake him."

You nodded and followed her to the living room. Sitting, you faced Toriel. "So you have experience with the young?" You inquired.

Toriel nodded, smiling. "I've cared for quite the number of children in my lifetime, both human and monster."

"Really? What's the monster to human ratio?"

She took a moment, counting mentally. "One monster, seven human."

You're eyes widened. "You've cared for seven human children, like, at once?!"

The very thought of being overrun by children terrified you. Frisk was a while different situation, only one child and he was at least decently independent.

Toriel laughed, rocking in her chair. "Oh heavens no! The most I ever had was two children, both being my own."

You relaxed slightly until you realized the math didn't add up. "Wait, but didn't you only have one monster child?"

Her face fell, but not in a bad way. Her eyes seemed to reflect nastolgia as she reflected on memories. "That is true, but I adopted the first child that fell down here. Her name was Chara. She was such a beautifully talented child..."

Her voice trailed off, a phantom smile on her face. You couldn't help but look away, feeling that your gaze was intruding. A few moments later, Toriel shook her head and looked back to you.

"That reminds me, I wanted to ask you a question."

You grinned, resting into your chair. "Shoot."

"I wanted to know what you're dance preference was." She asked fondly.

Your expression of ease instantly fell with confusion. "Can I ask you a question first?" You countered, the confusion changing into unnecessary frustration. "What does dance mean to the Underground?"

Toriel cocked her head to the side, as though the answer was obvious. "You do not know? Dance is considered to be part of what makes a monster. Your dance correlates directly to you."

You raised a brow. "What if you don't dance?" You pestered.

"That hasn't happened yet. Are you telling me that the same is not true of the Surface?"

You shrugged, sinking into your chair and pulling your knees against your chest. "Sorta... I mean, dancing is a huge deal up top. It's pretty much the backbone of society, but not everyone has mastered dancing. Those of us who have mastered our dance, we flaunt it. Those who haven't... keep trying. Even if it's till death."

Toriel nodded. "I see that Frisk is skilled in ballet. Much like my child Chara... she loved a ballet called Swan Lake."

A smile ghosted your lips. "It's a classic human Ballet. I'm not surprised."

"But that still leaves the question (Y/N), what's your dance?"

You were silent, eyes examining your hands. Memories drilled behind your eyelidsm... painful and disturbing memories. You visibly cringed at the worst of your memories.

"I-I don't dance," You said breathily. "It's perform."

Your voice took on a hushed tone and your eyes glazed as you recalled memories. Toriel frowned, placing her hand on your leg. "Well no matter what it is, I'm sure it's beautiful."

You smiled appreciatively. "Thank you Toriel, but in the best way possible, I hope you never see it."

She was taken aback by your words and you chuckled. Standing, you yawned and stretched.

"I think I'll go rest a bit." You announced. "Feel free to wake me if you need anything."

"Oh... okay..." Toriel said quietly as you turned your back.

Your footsteps seemed heavy as you retreated to the bedroom. Entering the room, you closed the door swiftly to avoid any creaking. After checking on Frisk, you walked to the other bed, sitting on it slowly. You took your time untying your plain tennis shoes and removing your socks. Your legs swung on to the bed, not bothered to sleep in your jeans and top.

Folding your hands beneath your head, you settled on to your pillow. Allowing sleep to tug you into a warm hold, your eyelids grew heavy. You soon fell into a sleep, though not a peaceful one.
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Opening your eyes once again, you memories more painful than death. A past you tried so hard to bury, yet knowing you failed to every morning.

Before you, a wall of mirrors and a table of weapons. People surrounding you on all sides, their face in shadows but malicous, bead-like, red orbs glowing where their eyes should be. A familiar voice echoed behind you.

"Go ahead. Dance my puppet, dance for your life."

Sharp repulsion filled you, bitter defiance filling your veins. "I don't want to! I don't want to hurt them! I, I'll kill them!" You screamed. "I don't want to kill anyone!"

"Blood will just add to our spectacle! It runs in the family dear! Use your dance! Use your power!"

"No! I-I won't!"

The people around you seemed to close in, the space around you shrinking rapidly. Their hands grasped at your limb, nails digging and tearing at your flesh painfully. You tried to rip yourself away from the flood of attackers, but it was always met with twice the influx of attacks.

"Get away from me!" You screamed.

"They won't listen to empty words! You know how to get to of this!"

You shook you're head, dropping to your knees and cradling your head. The people swept down over you like vultures, tearing your clothes and leaving marks on your skin. Pain overwhelmed you as tear fell from your eye. Instincts taking over, you could hear music. You could feel your pupils shrink as your body went on autopilot.

Crouching down, you coiled like a snake and flung your body into the air. As gravity pulled you back down, your pointed leg swung down with swift articulation. The first body collapsed as red spilled from their mouth, their body crumbling with you landing on them. You landed on top of them, standing still as the music stalled. In the drag of musoc, you could feel the anticipation in rise in your stomach.

A heavy note dropped and your eyes flew up, taking sight of your victim like you were nothing more than a weapon. You spun, delivering a blow to their leg. A sickening crunch echoed as the joint broke away with the top half of the bone in his lower leg. As they fell, you jerked your knee up, successfully catching and breaking there jaw.

Your movement where fluent but articulate, every so often stuttering like a glitch. Your dance was both graceful and vicious. Staggered movements led into sweeping slides, legs sweeping people along the way as you flipped with weapons in hand. Your body felt not your own as the music piloted your methods. You could feel her eyes drilling into you as you 'performed.'

You were born into the most exclusive and rare form of dance, a type you hated. Your dance served the purpose of sin under the rouse of angels wings. Using the dance alone was disgraceful. Every move had to come with a finishing blow, inflicting damage with every well-practiced movement. The horror of it terrified you, but when the curtain lifted you fell as a puppet to the whims buried in you since birth.

Like every other person in society, you just wanted to dance. You wanted to be a spectacle that everyone admired. But your dance was nothing to admire. There was no room for this bloody mess you wish could be harmless.

Your limbs shook, moving of their own accord as you struck down the army of offending attackers. Their evil gazes gave way to pitiful, peeing eye but you couldn't stop as you delivered unfair 'justice.'

She did this to you.
She ruined the own thing you had aptitude for... the one thing you enjoyed.
She took your talent and turned it into a disgusting weapon, just for the supposed honor of your family.

What honor was held in such a merciless practice?

The opponents down, and weapons bloody, your song came to an end along with your autopilot. You observed the piled bodies too still to be alive. Your breath huffed and you fell against the wall mirrors, blood smearing against as you slid down.

Your bloody hands knotted and pulled at your hair, tears streaking your paled cheeks. The sharp click of heels grew louder and louder until stopping next to you.

"You did good daughter."

Your venom soaked gaze lifted, looking into the dark depths of the heartless creature you couldn't begin to accept as a teacher, much less a mother. "You ruined me..." You muttered, shaking eyes shifting to the blood.

"I improved you."

Eyes widening, you lunged at her. "YOU RUINED ME!!!"

Your eyes closed for a mere second, a blink, and it was all gone. Your body was flung upwards out of bed, the sour words echoing in the room.

Clamping a hand over your mouth, you quickly looked over at Frisk. He grunted, rolling over in his sleep. Judging from the fact Toriel wasn't already there, you presumed her to be fast asleep as well.

The renewed memories gnawed at your consious, making you want to sob and scream. You could just leave the house, that would worry Frisk or Toriel. You fled from the room, gazing at the hall and around the home. Another room sat in the hallway, but you feared the wall were too thin to contain even a small whimper.

You charged around the top floor, desperately searching and failing to find a place to break down. Your eyes looked on to the stairs leading to the basement and you begrudgedly darted down them, about ready to explode. You fled as far as the corridors went, as fast as your legs could take you. A large purple door separated you from whatever new places was outside the Ruins but you couldn't hold it anymore.

You fell against the door and released a scream into your folded legs, trying to muffle as much sound as possible. Your sobs remained silent, rage and fury being the main fuel to your discomfort. Repeatedly you whispered the words, "You ruined me."

"You ruined me."

"You ruined me..."

You eventually melted in a sad heap, tears queitly carving new paths over your face as you whispered those words to yourself. You let yourself vent your frustrations on the door in violent accusations to no one in particular.

"You did this!" You hissed, delivering a flat-palmed blow to the door. The wood broke under your hand, leaving it about an inch thinner and in splinters.

"What'd I do?!" A new voice asked.

You retracted your hand and covered a gasp. "Uh, hello?" You asked quietly.

"Yo, mind telling me what I did?" The new voice replied.

Their voice was deep and relaxed, seeming as though nothing mattered in the world. "I was just... wait, why do you care?! Who are you?!" You snapped.

"I'm just not used to hearing your voice. Not only is no one ever here at this hour, but usually it's a goat-lady I'm talking to. But hey, I ain't afraid of any new friends of hers. My name's Sans."

You were hesitant to talk to him, fearing he'd heard your freak out. You were quiet, considering you options when a quaint knock replaced your focus.

"Knock knock."

"What?..."

"Uh, pal, you're supposed to say who's there. Let's try it again. Knock knock."

"Um, who's there?" You questioned with uncertainty.

"Canoe."

"Canoe who?"

"Canoe tell me your name so we can get better acquainted?"

You too a moment to process the joke, then snickers. "Heh, that's was clever. My name's (Y/N)."

The newcomer chuckled. "Nice name (Y/N). Might I ask why a girl like you is here at this hour?"

"I guess I could ask the same thing too, huh Sans?"

He laughed. "Touché."

A few minutes of silence passed and you were unsure if he was even there. Sighing heavily, ready to take the risk of him still being there. "I couldn't sleep. Nightmares..."

Another few minutes of silence and you sneered.

I guess he left aft-

You heard chuckling and looked at the wall as if you'd magically see your mystery company appear. "I have the same reason kid."