(Maybe you restored life)

Jogging wildly up to Toriel's house and almost Flinging me into the sunset, Frisk knocks on the door.

"Yes?" Toriel answers, but then she sees our state. "Children, what happened?" She then gasped, pulling us in.

"fIGHt," I say, and Frisk firmly nods her head.

Already sifting through sewing materials, Toriel mumbled "What am I gonna do with you two?"

"Give us new clothes?" Frisk laughs, and I join in on the giggling.

"Ooh, I have the cutest idea!" Toriel exclaims, then hurries on "Frisk, Lynn, pick a color."

"Ah, green!" Frisk shouts, "Wait blue!"

At the same time, I exclaim "pINk!"

"Time for bed!" Toriel glances up, asking "Do you remember where your room is?"

"Yeah goatmom!" Frisk shouts, already halfway down the hallway. Therefore I'm halfway down the hallway on Frisk's head.

"Goatmom?" Toriel mumbles, already focused on sewing.

"yEAh, gOATMoM!", I agree just before Frisk shuts the door.

Almost immediately we're asleep in th the soft comfortable beds. (Mine's a cardboard box with pillows, but still, it's comfy).

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Smelling pie to temmie flake, I wake up to see Toriel holding three things: A pie and two sweaters.

Quickly sprinkling temmie flakes on it, the pie slice was already halfway down my throat before Toriel knew I was up.

My loud choking causes Frisk to bolt upright, immediately asking "Are those sweaters for us?"

Instead of answering, Toriel slips the sweaters over our heads, and what can I say? Mine fits perfectly.

"So," I cheerfully ask to a conversing Frisk and Toriel, "When are we leaving?"

Toriel goes dead silent.