Your feet pat against the floor as you walk through the long hallways and traps set up. Your right foot was almost stabbed by spikes coming out of the ground when you stepped on a panel. It scared the crap out of you.

You peep around a corner, eyes narrowed, looking for any traps that you might activate. When you don't see anything, you walk carefully over to a large pile of red leaves. You stop in your tracks at seeing a ghost laying on them, staring up at the ceiling with tears in his eyes.

An ache in your heart makes you bend down and tap the leaves beside him, hoping to get his attention. When he sits up startled, your eyes widen and your chest tightens. He was clearly a ghost, but how he had smile of stitches made you a little flabbergasted.

"Oh...... hello....." He speaks softly.

You give a smile, moving the hair shifting in front of your eyes. He seemed startled at your sudden kindness, giving a real smile, not one made of stitches.

"Hi, I'm (Y/n)." You try to pry your eyes away from his smile.

"I'm N-Napstablook......." He stutters making you coo at how cute he truly was.

"Nice to meet you, Napstblook. May I ask why you have a smile of painful looking stitches?" You clasp your hands together, sitting down from your squatted over position.

He looks away, more tears pooling at the bottom of his ghostly eyes. He takes a long time to think about it before turning back to you, eyes closed so you couldn't see his tears even if you already have.

"I never smile....... and it makes me sad....... so I stitched one onto my face......... so people would like me more......." He mumbles, starting to tremble.

If you could give him a tight embrace, you would totally squeeze him to death if he wasn't a ghost already. He was like a upset little kid and you felt bad for him. He didn't smile enough so he somehow stitched a smile onto his ghostly face? Poor thing.

"I would think you're cool either way." You rub the back of your neck, grinning at him.

"R-really.......?" He opens his eyes, staring in shock.

"Of course!" You cheer, smile growing by the second.

He sniffs, nodding his head happily and moving over so you could pass through. You stand up from sitting, giving him a wink on the way.

"Hey, Napsta, I think those stitches make you look awesome." You turn back to him, giving two thumbs up.

He takes a sharp breath and squeaks, looking absolutely embarrassed. You chuckle, spinning back around and continuing on the path that would lead you to somewhere other than more than just other path.

Every foot step seemed to echo off of the light purple walls. Most of them had huge holes punched through them or small cracks running straight down the middle. It seemed like this place wasn't in good shape anymore. It was very pretty when the monsters were first trapped underground, but over time, everything started to chip away and rot. Some walls caved in and other continue to crack down the middle until they crumble. It was saddening to you.

You see an odd opening, scrambling over to it with most interest. Was it other evil trap to hurt you in some way, or did it actually lead to somewhere useful? Your eyes scan over the room, coming into contact with a wilting tree right in the middle of the purple room. Red leaves surrounded the rotting bark of the tree, making a beautiful scenery to draw. In front of the tree was another monster, a goat lady it looked like. She was on her knees, staring down at the red leaves. It looked like her hands was set in her lap and her mouth continually moved. Though, you couldn't understand what she was saying.

"I'm sorry..." She says a bit louder to where you can hear her.

You didn't know if you should disturb her and ask for help or pass by quietly. You clear your throat, catching her full attention. She lifts her hanging head, looking back at you with glazed over eyes. You give a nervous wave, lips curling into an uneasy smile. You wince at the pain in your lip, trying to play if off my looking down so she couldn't see your face.

Looking through your hair, she stands up from her knees and pats the dust off her dress. It hugged her curves and the turtle neck top covered most of her chin and some of her bottom lip. The dress was a sickly purple and almost shredded at the bottom. The ends of her white sleeves were slightly dirty with some kind of batter or dirt. You weren't quite sure. She wouldn't show her hands and kept them behind her back making you suspicious.

She walks up to you and waits for you to lift your head. When you lift your head so both of your eyes could meet, she gives a motherly smile, a type of smile you haven't seen since you were a little girl. You almost wanted to wrap your arms around her and cry out: "Mom!", but that would be a little weird.

"Hello, child. I'm sorry I didn't see you." She bends down to your height, keeping her hands behind her back.

"I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS. What is your name?"

You resist the tears wanting to gather in your eyes, taking a deep breath and clench your fists.

"(Y-y/n)." You dig your nails into your palms, hoping some pain would keep you from crying.

"Well, welcome to my home. Would you like to go inside?" She offers, looking back at the house she lived in.

She was so nice you couldn't stand it. This is what you've wanted for so long. You may have just met her, but she just gave a motherly vibe that made you want to burst into tears. Her smiles amazed you and her kindness make your palms clammy with anxiousness.

One hug and you would be set for life.

"I would love to." You give a shy smile.

Her happiness seemed to grow, standing up and heading over to her home, expecting you to follow after her. Your jaw drops when you see her hands when she turned. So many stitches, so much dried blood in her fur. It looked like a nightmare.

First Flowey and his hate for himself. Then Napstablook who wanted to smile so badly. Now Toriel who seemed like everything was alright. What did she loath about herself so much she cut up and stitched her hands for? Was her smile false? Did she fake her happiness like Flowey or is she genuinely happy?

It seemed like all stitches were made from pure hate, crafted in the darkness shadows by demons.

It wasn't right for them to hurt themselves like this and it made you feel worthless that you couldn't do a thing to help them.