Don worry, the above pic has nothing to do with the story.
ProbablyANYWAYS story now ok bye.

You opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was that you were somewhere new. The room was red, with a stand-alone lamp next to you that didn't seem to work and a table lamp in another corner that was also off. There wasn't much else, except for a large dresser and a small, waist-high bookcase. You attempted to sit up, only to notice the second thing which was OW migraine.

You lay in bed for a bit, trying to figure out what was going on and what the Masters had planned for you, before you remembered oh wait it's probably death because you ran away.
Well, at least I got away? You think to yourself. Then you realized, oh, wait, what if whoever caught me is gonna give me back to them. Or kill me. Shït. I don't want to die. I want to be free, see the surface, the green grass, the blue ocean, the also blue but sometimes grey sky.

You sigh, and a small part of your mind says that maybe you don't really WANT to go. That small part is told to shut up and is then locked in a closet by the rest of your mind.

Just then, the door opened and a tall, furry dog-looking thing walked in. You were startled, and fell spectacularly off the bed and flat onto your face. You decided you needed to try to stop beating up your poor face.

"My child, are you alright?" The dog thing said, walking over to help you. You quickly jumped up onto all fours, backing up and growling as a warning for it to stay away. You took a quick whiff and realized that it wasn't a dog- you've smelled that before with the guards. No, this was more- gamey. Goat, maybe? Definitely female.

The goat/dog/satan's wife/whatever the hell it was stopped advancing and stood there with a stoic expression on her face.

"I am sorry if I startled you, my child," The goat monster said, "Perhaps introductions are in order first. My name is Toriel. I am the caretaker of the Ruins, where we are now. I do not know why you were running, though I am willing to help any young monster such as yourself in running away from them, so long as you do not tell anyone I am here. Understand?"

Your body relaxed a bit, confused. "What do you mean..... monster?" You said, your voice scratchy from years of little talking and almost two days without water. "I'm........ human."

"Oh! I am sorry, my child," Toriel said, her entire body and manner relaxing and a pleasant smile growing onto her face, "I merely assumed you were because of the ears and tail. I am truly sorry. Allow me to make it up to you."

With that she left, leaving you with a a third of your brain going "wut"and another third yelling at the last third of your brain for revealing you were human while the last third pretended to not hear it. You climbed back into the bed and curled up under the covers, because it was the first real bed you've ever had and you were tired and the blankets were warm. And with that, you slept.

------------Determination-------------
(Aka time skip)

     You wake up again, this time to the smell of something delicious. (I think the original Butts Pie is poisoned or something, but this one's not because you have no intention of going back ever, she's really lonely, and plot reasons.) You look around and notice a glass of water on the ground, along with a slice of something on the ground. It looked like... bread? Kind of? Not really? Something similar? Maybe it was something like that bit of quiche Mini Master feeds  you once a year, only bigger.

     First you you gulped down the water as fast as you could, your parched body thanking you for FINALLY drinking something. Then you sniffed the quiche thingy, decide there was probably no drugs in it, and gobbled it up as fast as you could. It was only while you were licking the lay bits off your hands when you realized the food and water were probably given to you by Toriel, that goat woman, at which point you wiped your hand on your pants and rubbed as much of the sweet treat out off your tongue as you could.

You sat back on the bed and thought to yourself, boy howdy how the fück am I gonna get myself outta this one. You aren't, Reader-Chan. You aren't. Least not for a while, anyways.

Oh hey look, I made true on my promise and DID update cuz I have nothing better to do! Yaaay! Kk imma to waste more of my life on YouTube now byyyyyyeeeee.
Seeya later persons,
~ Time Shadow.
P.S. 836 word count yaYA! 😙
(Still not gonna be able to live up to A Writer's Nightmare standards cuz hot DAYUM that last chapter has over 2,000 words. BE PROUD OF MY (friend's) ACHIEVEMENTS!!!!!