"All done."

Toriel started to put everything she used back into the first aid container of into the trash bin, finally finished with fixing me up and washing the dirt off. She didn't have enough healing magic for so many wounds, so she made do with a kit. There was bandages covering half of my face, my legs, arms, and multiple bandaids that racked up to a count of 17 total. She even patched up my neck from the razor blade injury.

I nodded silently, putting my glasses back on then staring at the dining room/living room wooden floor. To be honest, I couldn't bring myself to smile or compliment the house Toriel lived in like I would usually as a guest, all I did was keep an empty look on my face. Wrapped up in the memories of the knife and my father's laughter still echoed in my head as I felt the bandages covering my now useless eye with shaky fingers.

"Feeling better, Reid?" Toriel asked, smoothing my black hair that draped over where the bandages went around my head.

Remembering that I told her to call me by my last name, I looked up at the goat lady. I tried my best to smile, at least managing a grateful look.

'It doesn't hurt much now, thank you,' I signed slowly so she could follow, 'I'm quite tired though...is there a place I can rest?'

"Yes, of course my child. There is a bedroom I have ready for you. You can stay as long as you like," Toriel smiled that motherly smile of hers and took my hand and led my aching body past a stairway to what I assumed was the basement and down the hall to the first door on the left. She opened the door and I peered around with my one eye, turning my head to help me see all of it.

The bedroom was simple. There was a very comfortable looking bed piled with comforters in the far right corner with a box of toys at the foot of it.

There was a tall brown dresser with a cabinet that I assumed held shirts connected drawer I assumed held other clothing items such as pants.

There was a childish picture on the wall depicting a yellow flower in a grassy field, below it a box that held various shoes in different sizes and types. From a glance, maybe at least six pairs.

A standing lamp stood in the corner, and a small desk next to it. It was covered with scattered drawing paper, books, colored pencils, and other things that belonged on a desk. There was a trash bin conveniently situated next to it, half full of wrinkled paper.

I turned to Toriel, signing without thinking much of what I was signing, "Thank you so much, mom!"

I stopped my hands mid motion, my working eye wide. Toriel's eyes were wide in surprise, the silence now seemingly very loud. I started to sweat.

Oh no.

I made a mistake. A terrible mistake! Toriel will be so mad. Oh no. What'll I do? What will she do? She'll kill me for sure! Kick me out and leave me to the frogs she talked about that would hurt and kill me! She must hate me! Tori--

The surprised silence was replaced with gentle laughter, stopping my frantic train of thought. Toriel was....was laughing!

"It is okay, my child. I am not upset. You can call me whatever you like. Please rest now, I will wake you when food is ready. I will hold off on the snail pie for now, so before you sleep, what is your preference for dinners?"

Heaving a shaky breath and a moment of indecision, I signed carefully, "If it's not too much trouble, I have always wanted to try dumpling soup or fried chicken. Pasta is good too, like Mac and cheese or alfredo. Bow tie pasta is my favorite."

Toriel nodded in understanding, replying with a smile, "I am sure I can find a recipe for one of them. Thank you, my child. If you need anything else, please come find me."

She walked outside the room, politely closing the door behind herself. I now stood in a silent room with plenty of exploring to do.

I went to the box of toys first, sitting in front of it with a little difficulty because of my injuries. It was strange thinking that the box of toys was mine now since I never had the luxury of toys. Dusting the toys off, there were a load of wooden toys such as cars and planes, though what caught my eye were small dolls of various monsters. There was what Toriel called the Froggit and the other small monsters in the Ruins, cheaply sewn. One was of a small female looking child with a green and yellow sweater, a small goat child version of Toriel with the same sweater like the female child, a bigger male goat with big curling horns that had a purple cape with armour made of felt, even a simplistic replica of Toriel herself. These seemed to be sewn more carefully. I wondered who the children and the other goat were. On a side note, there were multiple stuffed animals in the box too.

I went to the closet, opening the closet doors with little to no creaking. It was better than what I had back home. There was multiple hangers filled and arranged by color and type. In the selection were a few life sized copies of the green and yellow sweater (which was very soft, by the way), a variety of solid color t-shirts, pajama tops, coats that seemed to be around my size, and a hanger with a bag on it filled with hats. There were milti color beanies and home made knit hats mostly in the bag. I also found an interesting hat that was dark purple and had small horns like Toriel's sewn on it, complete with the floppy ears and the markings that were on Toriel's dress, Snitch and triangles. I found it amusing.

Closing the doors and opening the drawer on the bottom, I found pairs of dark colored pants and socks that were neatly folded. The color selection for pants was black, brown, and grey. There were only white socks available. I went through the clothing and found that some of them were my size. A little weird, but I shrugged it off.

I also found pairs of pajama pants, soft and comfortable, the pants and shorts matching color to the tops in the closet section.

It was strange, picking out pajamas that weren't mine to wear. It felt wrong, but Toriel said it was my room now. I didn't touch the green and yellow sweaters, since I could feel the sentimental value radiating off of them.

Carefully pulling off my sweater and dirty white shirt, I slowly pulled the blue pajama shirt over my head, gently avoiding my bandages. The material was stretchy and perfect, and was a little big on me, but I didn't mind.

....Doing this was strange. Even being here was strange. How is this even possible? What are the odds that I would fall into a hole and be found by a goat mom?

I just shrugged and went with it, gently pulling the rest of the destroyed clothing off of me and replacing them with a soft blue pajamas. God, this is really comfortable and really weird. I quickly picked up the clothes I wore and put them into the laundry basket I found under the bed.

Thinking of sleep drove me to turn off the lamp in the corner and I made my way to the twin sized bed.

........

I stood awkwardly next to the bed. Wondering if this was alright. Reminding myself that this was my room now, and Toriel said I could stay as long as I needed...I pulled the covers up and lay on the soft bed, pulling the plush covers over myself carefully.

It was extremely foreign. It was like I didn't belong here, that I didn't deserve this bed or the clothes or the room at all. The blankets smelt of cinnamon, making me a little more comfortable. Pushing the thoughts away, I closed my eye and breathed deeply in and out.

In moments I fell into a blissful darkness.