Frisk was practicing scales when the three monsters returned. Sans and Papyrus both looked wary, differing greatly from Toriel's look of satisfaction. She reentered the room and looked at you and Frisk, a smile spreading over her fair face. "Ah! I thought I was hearing the sweet melody of a piano." She approached you and grabbed the wrist of both you and Frisk.

Panicking slightly, you froze. "Uh, no offense, you seem very kind, but I thought-"

Toriel looked back and laughed. "Oh don't worry my child! I am merely taking you and Frisk out for the day. Sans and Papyrus informed me as to your prior situation. We agreed that they'd stay to make the house a bit more, homey. And they must adjust so that the weapons they hide are no accessible by Frisk. Meanwhile, I'm taking you and Frisk out for neccesites."

Frisk grinned and you stood abruptly. "Oh! Okay! I'll pay you back wh-"

She chortled again and laid a soft, paw - like hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry. This is my choice as a friend. I don't require you to pay me back. I no longer deal in buisness like that."

"A friend..." You said queitly.

Sour memories played in your mind but you brushed them away with minimal difficulty. "Okay! Let's go!" You chirped.

Frisk smiled happily and hopped off the bench. Grabbing a hand from both you and Toriel, he made a beeline for the door. Toriel looked at you him with affection and you relaxed slightly. This one seemed safe.

Toriel led the way as you exited the home, almost immediately meeting the road. You looked around you at the buildings and homes. Everything seemed to be doused in a mysterious tension, like a brawl could break out at any point. Frisk didn't seem to notice as he walked happily.

Every so often, Toriel would stop at a store and pick up up a few basics. She bought everything thing from deodorant to the monthly symbol of hell. (Your period ladies) You carried the the bag while Frisk walked ahead with Toriel.

Toriel led you for about thirty minutes before stopping at another house. This seemed more gentle than the others. It seemed to radiate warm, homey feelings. Toriel opened a white - picket gate and stepped aside, letting you through.

"Come in, I'll get you a snack and then we can get started." Toriel offered.

Frisk ran inside immediately and you giggled. Seeing his innocence still in tact made you feel hopeful. Maybe this would be good for him. Toriel closed the door behind you as you stepped in and turned to you and Frisk. Your eyes wondered around the home, finding a surplus of yellow. Yellow blooms decorated the home in an almost distasteful way. It however still seemed to be comforting. In the room to your left, you saw the living room. A cushy arm chair sat parallel to a small couch. A coffee table sat between them over a beige rug. The fireplace was flickering lightly, releasing almost no smoke, much be magical.

Toriel disappeared through a door within the room, emerging once again with two plates of what appeared to be pie. Frisk sat patiently as he handed him a plate. She handed you one as well and you sat at a small spruce table.

"Go ahead and eat while I search what I have. I believe I have some clothing you'll like." Toriel mused.

You nodded mutely and tore away a chunk of pie with your fork. Placing it on your tongue gently, you chewed gently, examine the taste. You always ate slowly and carefully, a trait you developed after years of mistreatment at your 'job.'

Sweet flavors erupted on your tongue and your eyes widened. This was one of the best things you'd ever tasted. Cinnamon was obvious among the taste, but you could taste another prominent flavour, butterscoth?! You hadn't had butterscotch since you were a child. A grin on your face, you took bite after bite until the pie was reduced to crumbs. You savored every bite and smiled.

"That was delicious!" You mused.

Frisk nodded in agreement, brandishing his clean plate. You pat his head happily anf stood, collecting both his and your plate. You walked to the room you observed to be the kitchen and put away you plates. Frisk walked to the bookshelf and plucked a book from the nest rows. As you read Frisk 'Fifty Facts About Snail,' Toriel returned and smiled.

"Sorry to interupt, but I have outfits ready for you and Frisk to try on." Toriel announced.

You nodded and released Frisk. Toriel showed him to a room and returned, sitting in her cushy chair. Without Frisk as a buffer, an awkward silence fell between you and Toriel. She was very kind and helpful, but you were unused to speaking unless spoken to or speaking for Frisk.

A few moments later, your young friend stepped out happily wearing an adorable outfit. It reminded you of a school uniform, but more comfortable. He smiled happily and ran up to Toriel. He hugged her tightly, thanking her, then walking to me.

He showed off his outfit with great pride and you smiled. "You look great Frisk, it seems fitting of you."

"Your turn!" He chirped.

"Wha-"

He grabbed your hand and tugged you off the couch, running you to the room he changed in. Once there, he pointed towards it and nudged you in. You rolled your eyes and entered the room, letting Frisk close the door and return to Toriel.

You looked around the room curiouly. The walls were pasted with green and yellow, striped wallpaper. A few drawings were pinned to the wall and two twin-sized beds sat against opposite walls. On a chest at the end of the closest bed, several pairs of shoes sat. Some were small, Frisk's size, while others were larger, closer to your size.

You scanned over the shoes and plucked a pair of simple black dress shoes. They were more of a man's style but you cared? You looked over at the bed and saw a neat pile of clothes with a note next to it. You lifted it and read the note.

Kitten~
I apologize of these clothes are a bit too masculine for your taste. My late child was very much a tomboy, and very involved in the family buisness. I hope they fit okay.
-Toriel

Upon reading the word 'tomboy' your heart fluttered. You had a small fear of finding a selection of dresses or uniforms. This was your chance to distance yourself from that past life, you weren't gonna waste it.

Setting the note down, you moved to the pile of clothes. Unfolding them, you examined them closely. You slipped pants on and buttoned the black shirt. You attached the (F/C) suspenders and shrugged on the back vest. After tying your (F/C) tie, you put on a fedora and laced your shoes over black socks. The outfit reminded you strongly of the Skelebros but it was oddly comfortable.

You collected your rags and carried them out with you, grabbing Frisk's as well. You exited the room and walked to the living, hiding your face under your hat. When you heard the gasp and a blush dusted your cheeks. "Does it look weird?" You asked.

You were tackled by small arms and took a step backwards to regain you balance. Laughing, you lifted Frisk on to your hip and looked at Toriel. She was smiling wide as she stood wrapping the two of you in a warm hug.

"Oh Kitten! I just knew they would look nice on you. " She gushed.

"T-Thanks." You stuttered.

Everything about these nice gestures and kind actions confused you. With a past like yours, happiness had become so rare that when it occurred it was like discovering gold. Smiling, you stepped away and looked down at you rags.

"What should I do with these?" You asked.

"There's a waste bin in the kitchen go ahead and just put them there." Toriel said.

Nodding, you dutifully marched to the kitchen. Spotting the can in the corner of the room, you dropped the clothes and grinned. As they made contact with the metal, you heard a subtle tinkle. Worried it might be something important you forgot, you snatched at the clothing and sought out the source.

You came away with two dog chains and a locket. The dog tags you knew well, but the locket was something special to you. You felt ashamed for almost throwing it out. Frisk had one like it, containing photos of those he held dearest. Yours didn't have anyone dear in it because you couldn't remeber them. You snatched the locket and clipped it around your neck, eying the dog tags. You wanted to throw them out, but something about them made it feel wrong. Though these tags had labeled you an object for so long, they were also proof that something good can come from bad. After all, if you hadn't been kidnapped, you would have never met Frisk. Now he was the only person you held truly close.

You stuffed them into your back pocket and fixed your color. The locket was hidden under your shirt, just as Frisk's locket was hidden under his collar.

You shook off your thoughts and jogged back to the living room, a smile on your face. "Sorry, I zoned out." You apologized. "What's next?"

Toriel laughed. She had a beautiful laugh. "I'll be brining you back to the brothers home of course. You are staying there, aren't you?"

You made an 'oh' face and nodded. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." You admitted.

One quick walk later, you arrived once again at the Skelebro's home. Toriel tapped on the door lightly and we waited. When the door flew open, Papyrus was smiling happily.

"Sans! The humans have returned with Toriel!"

Papyrus ushered you in and closed the door. His eyes glided over you and Frisk and he smiled happily. "You're right Toriel! This suits the humans much better!"

Toriel nodded, taking a seat in the living room. You followed, letting Frisk loose while you leaned against the closest wall. Your gaze followed Frisk happily as he ran to Sans to show off his new outfit. He looked up from Frisk and looked at you. His eyes seemed to be slow as he looked at your outfit. A blush appearing on your face, you turned away and looked at the stairs.

"I, uh, think I'll go upstairs." You muttered.

"Would you like me to assist you?" Papyrus offered.

Knowing that 'assist' meant he'd carry you upstairs, you shook your head. "No thanks Papyrus, I won't get any stronger of you're carrying me all the time."

He sighed and nodded. "You're right kitten!" Frisk sat next to Toriel and leaned his head against her.

Thought your instinctive protector sense flaired, you let Frisk remain and walked upstairs. You placed your bag on things on the bed you'd been given and took them out, putting them on top of the dresser. You put your few new shirts and pants in a drawer, leaving the ties and your single vest out. You untied your shoes and put them at the end of the bed.

You were really that tired but something about that many people bothered you. After all, you weren't needed there. No one had an empty drink or craved a small crab cake. You shook your head violently and smacked your head.

"You're done with that life." You nagged yourself. "Don't think like that! You're free now."

Deep down you knew it wasn't true. You were still prisoner to your past. And the dream that next night would only prove it...