Undertale Oneshot
True Pacifist Route
Warning: Spoilers (Pacifist)

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The night was silent. In an area the humans called the 'suburbs', a small house had the living room lights on. Inside, a monster sat reading.

Toriel smiled. She rather liked the surface world, despite its flaws. It was so much better than isolating herself in the Ruins, for she could live the same way as she did before while still being in contact with others. The house she was residing in was also being paid by Asgore as well, so that was an added bonus.

Toriel knew that most of the other monsters were residing in the city, such as Asgore and Sans... However, she wasn't quite used to the city life, despite being the queen. She preferred a quieter approach to life, where she could relax and live life peacefully. Where there wasn't much drama, nor noise.

Fortunately, she wasn't living alone...

Toriel glanced up from her book when she heard a door open. Closing her book, she saw Frisk peek inside the living room in their pajamas.

Toriel smiled. "My child, why aren't you in bed?"

Frisk looked down in shame, clutching the wall as they shuffled their feet.

"Can't sleep?"

Frisk hesitated, and then nodded.

Toriel stood up, placing the book behind her on the chair. "Go back to your room, Frisk, and I'll prepare you a warm cup of milk." She stretched, having sat in that chair for so long, and smiled at Frisk. "Go on. I'll meet you there."

Frisk nodded again, then retreated back to their room.

Toriel walked to the kitchen area, opening the refrigerator. Ah, Frisk. It had been years since she had raised a child, and she had been given a second chance. She smiled sadly as she took out the large gallon of milk, and closed the door. Asriel, Chara... How she missed them so. It helped naught that Frisk looked so similar to Chara, making the nostalgia grow.

She opened the cupboards and grabbed a glass. It was Frisk who saved them all, who liberated monsterkind and brought them to the surface world. They did it so much more efficiently than her ex-husband, not having to kill a single soul. Although, there was that patch of time when she thought that they would all die, with that yellow flower and all. But Frisk prevailed, and that's all that mattered.

Toriel poured the milk in the glass, and brought it to the microwave. She placed it in there, shut it, and turned it on. As it ran, she thought some more.

She couldn't quite remember what happened after that flower had absorbed their souls. Yet she was sure something did happen; Frisk seemed a little different after the barrier had broke, and they wouldn't tell the others what happened. Nevertheless, Toriel was grateful that the barrier had been broken, and the group travelled up and out of the Underground.

As expected, the others wanted to do their own things upon coming to the surface. Toriel didn't really have any plans, other than starting life anew. When she asked what Frisk was going to do, she was surprised that they didn't know either, and would rather just stay with her. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least, and she was quite content to let them stay with her--

The microwave's ringing snapped Toriel out of her thoughts, and she quickly opened it to shut off the sound. The glass felt warm to the touch; not too hot, not too cold. Perfection. She grabbed it closed the microwave, making her way to Frisk's room.

In the back of her mind, she remembered that she did the same to Asriel before. The small child was always a restless sleeper, and Toriel had always made milk for him. Chara was th e same, but she always refused the milk. However, Toriel was sure that Asriel had attempted to make Chara drink a little when Toriel was out of the room.

Toriel sighed. My my, she was getting awfully reminiscent, was she?

Toriel knocked softly knocked on Frisk's door. "Frisk, my dear?" She pushed the door open into the entirely blue room, the night light beside their bed illuminating Frisk's face. The alarm clock read 1:26.

Frisk sat up on their bed, watching the glass of milk with interest. They played with the sheets in their hands, scrunching it up and smoothing it out, as Toriel sat down on their bed and gave the glass of milk.

"Now, my child, have you been awake all this time?" Toriel asked as she watched Frisk gulp down the milk in earnest. She employed a 9:30 bedtime, had they been awake for hours?

Frisk paused, lowered the glass, and shook their head.

"Then what woke you up?"

Frisk bowed their head, hesitating. They nervously t ook another sip of milk, eyes averting.

"Frisk?" Toriel questioned, concerned. "Are you okay?"

They finished the glass of milk and pushed it to Toriel, who took it with a questioning glance. Frisk then lifted their hands, signing Nightmare uncertainly.

Now, Toriel had to properly learn sign language once she had settled on the surface to understand Frisk, and she was knew the basic phrases and words. Toriel wouldn't normally know what 'nightmare' was, except Frisk used it more than normal.

"Oh..." Toriel hugged Frisk tightly, which Frisk returned. "Again, my child?" She never knew what these nightmares were, due to lack of means of communication, but she never asked; they seemed too painful to describe. "Ah, there there," Toriel cooed as she felt Frisk silently cry into her chest, stroking their hair. "It's just a dream, my child..." At that, Frisk hugged Toriel tighter, their body shaking. "Oh? Frisk, my dear, it's okay, I'm here."

This was probably the worst one this week, Toriel realized. Three days ago, there wasn't even any crying, just general discomfort. Frisk had cried before, but not this much. Toriel frowned. Would they get worse from here? She certainly hoped not.

After a while, Toriel asked, "Are you fine now?" She loosened her hug to look down at Frisk.

Frisk nodded, wiping away tears streaming down their cheeks.

"Do you want me to stay a little bit longer?"

Frisk shook their head.

Toriel smiled. "Right then. If you need me again, I'll be in the living room." She kissed Frisk on the forehead, then stood up to leave.

Frisk pulled on her sleeve before she was too far, though.

"Hmm? What is it, my child?" Toriel asked, turning back.

Frisk smiled weakly, signing Good night.

At that, Toriel chuckled warmly. "Good night to you too, Frisk," she replied, then turned to leave the room. She shut the door behind her.

Frisk sighed. There were times they were glad they were mute, so they didn't have to explain their nightmares to Toriel.

How could you explain a dream where you murdered your own stepmom?

***

Hah.

Hah.

Did I make you sad at the last moment??

So hey! Second story here. I am on a publishing role~

So I noticed a lot of stories where if Frisk gets nightmares, they're at Sans's and Papyrus's house, and it's usually Sans who does the comforting. I know it's because Sans knows more than the others about the other timelines and because everybody LOVES Sans (who wouldn't?), but... Frisk does stay with Toriel at the end of the game if you choose so, so... Yeah.

And Miss Goat Mom doesn't get enough love! She's just painted as an angry goat, and while she is sorta that way towards Asgore, she's really sweet in my opinion.

I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! See you next time!