Picture: Toriel’s House by wolf-naKomis (DeviantArt: https://wolf-nakomis.deviantart.com/art/Toriel-s-house-concept-art-foyer-626010643)
Hours passed since I fell into the Underground.
Not minutes, not seconds.
I rested on a dated wooden chair, looking at the clock which showed the time as 6.00 pm. It came as a surprise, but also great relief – the Monsters followed a clock system similar to the humans.
Perfect, I thought. No need to change anything on my watch, then.
Toriel safely transported us back to her home. From afar, it represented itself as a wonderful house, of clay and wattles made; a pleasant sight for my young eyes.
Since the pavements were mostly purple in the Ruins, I anticipated purple floors in Toriel’s home, but the tiles were light brown. It reminded me of my own home.
Toriel stood beside me, her hands rested between her hips. “Do you smell that?”
Indeed. A smell so delightful I could not help but wonder where it came from.
“It’s cinnamon-butterscotch pie!” Toriel uttered enthusiastically. “I baked it just for you, my child.”
I was out of words. “Thanks,” I stuttered.
“However, before that, I want you to follow me.”
I did as ordered.
“This, is your room. It is not much, but I hope you like it, dear.”
She caressed my head. Then, she retreated to the kitchen, presumably to prepare the nice-smelling pie for dinner.
I did not know why, but I felt love; a mother’s love for her child, from her touch, to the way she opened herself up for me, to her wonderful smile. It was all too much to bear; a hospitality more than I ever hoped for.
While she was occupied with the food, I went inside the room to take a nap in the small but comfortable bed. I was reasonably tired; too tired to continue on my way out.
I woke up at 6.00 a.m. The ceiling presented itself in all its glory when I opened my eyes, but the captivating aroma from the day before remained. Apparently, Toriel put a slice of her special pie on the floor of my room.
Toriel opened the door. “Greetings, my child.”
I yawned like the child I was. “Greetings, Mom.”
Mom. I just called her Mom unintentionally.
Toriel’s eyes widened. She looked shocked. “Did you just call me…Mom?”
She followed with a giggle. “Very well…You can call me whatever you want, as long as it satisfies you.”
She pet and kissed my forehead before leaving.
Warm was my heart. That she prepared a slice of pie with love touched me in ways I could never imagine. The aroma of the pie still intact to the moment I closed my eyes to sleep.
It felt like home…sometimes even better.