Frisk gave a soft groan as slowly woke up, everything blurry and groggy. She squeezed her eye's shut, not wanting to open them due to the pounding headache she had. Eugh, that was sure to be fun. She could already tell that she already had a.. what was it? Oh yes, A concussion. She needed to adjust to her surroundings before opening her eye's, due to the possibility of it being painfully bright in the room. So, she laid still with her eye's tightly shut and thinking, while idly noticing things about where she laid. There was some sort of... softness beneath her head. Wait... what? The flowers had been soft, but they certainly didn't feel this soft. And she could feel some sort of covering on her. It was light and thin. And as well as that, she hadn't been laying down. She had been on her knee's. Was she in a bed? Wait, if she was, then where was her sister? Frisk carefully moved her arm to feel around for her sister, but instead just felt empty space. Panic swelled in her and her eye's flew open, not even registering the goat-like face that was looking down at her, and she pushed herself upward quickly. It brought on a fresh wave of pain, but she needed to find her siste- THUNK!... The pain doubled as she suddenly head-slammed something, hearing some sort of yell, and then proceeded to roll off the bed. Luckily whatever she was wrapped in was pretty soft, so she landed with a dull Thwump!, But it still hurt. She let out a soft groan as her hands moved up to her head, and she winced when her fingers lightly brushed her temple. It was at least bruised then, maybe even cut. And she could already feel a new bruise forming where she had slammed her head into.. what, exactly? Opening her eye's again, the room was thankfully dimmed, but when her gaze continued to travel around, something caught her eye. A flash of shockingly white fur. Squinting slightly through her dizzy and blurred vision, her groggy mind strained to recognize the figure. As she slowly focused, she could make out some details. The white thing seemed to be wearing a dark gray shirt with blue jeans. Starting to get annoyed by the blurriness and the increasing throbbing due to her head being strained, she blinked furiously. And finally, her vision focused as she fully woke up and her mind clicked. She was still in the underground. There were still monsters around. And right in front of her, a monster with silvery eye's looked at her. He looked like some sort of anthro-goat, and most certainly was around eighteen, if monsters even had an age. And he had little nubs on his head, presumably horns that were still growing. She must've slammed into one, thankfully they were rounded at the points and not sharp. It was still a wonder how she didn't cut her head, though! Him moving drew her back, and Frisk's wide brown eye's looked at him. She backed up until she was against the door, reaching up and pulling herself up, groaning slightly as her legs wobbled and her head continued to throb intensely. She didn't realize there was something warm dripping down her face until a scarlet drop fell off her face and onto the ground. Ah, so she had actually cut her head on his horn. Looking wide-eyed at him, she watched his movements carefully. He simply looked concernedly at her, reaching out a white furry paw and speaking in a soft tone. "Hey.. Calm down, I won't hurt you. Please, just lay down and I'll call my mom in here to tell her you're awake. We don't want to hurt you, really..." He trailed off as she felt a tear run down her cheek, the pain from her head and just the situation itself just overwhelming. Frisk didn't realize how close he was, instead looking at her bare feet, seeing that a boot covered one. They wouldn't help her, would they? They were monsters, after all. Creatures who kill children who fall underground. That's what she had always been told, anyway. When his paw rested on her shoulder, she jumped, her wide and scared brown eye's looking into his silver ones. When had he gotten so close?! Why was he so close?! Her breathing rate slowly increasing, she leaned back to far, the door swinging open and dragging her after it. And she fell, yet again. When would she stop falling! The creature obviously wasn't expecting this, as he fell forward and nearly on top of her. He missed though, with help from her as she raised her non-booted foot and shoved him away with it. Instead, he landed next to her, looking like his nose painfully smacked the ground as it began to bleed. She rolled away and used the wall for support, heavily breathing as looked at him. He was laughing, and he gave a smile, looking up at her. "Jeez, when will you stop hurting me!" His voice was full of laughter and teasing, as he rose up, reaching out towards her. He simply wanted a handshake, and was about to introduce himself, but she mistook it. Greatly. Letting out a shrill scream, Frisk smacked his furry hand, turning and unsteadily running. Her hand ran along the wall as she used it for support, hearing him chasing after her and calling for her. This simply pushed her to more.. Waddle faster. Her groggy vision was returning as the throbbing pain in her head increased to an intense pound. As her head swam and she only focused on running, she didn't see the vase, her arm knocking it down as a loud crash was heard, along with the sound of breaking glass. She panicked and lifted her non-booting foot, leaning on the wall and tried to hop along. Already being unsteady with the dull pain reawakened in her ankle, her fogged mind failed to notice the water, a horribly bad thing for her. The boot crushed glass and protected her foot, but it also soaked the water, causing her to suddenly slip. She would have fallen into the shards of glass had not something caught her, and she realized how bad it could have been if she had fallen. Whatever caught her pulled her into a tight embrace, and she could hear voices as someone seemed to be speaking in a bit of a harsh tone, before whoever was hugging her picked her up and walked. Frisk looked up and.. straight into the eye's of another monster. This one looked like the first one, but older, and definitely female. The monster smelled like Cinnamon and Butterscotch, making Frisk feel homey as she was carried, the monster sitting in a large chair. Her head felt like someone was tightly squeezing it while pounding on it, but she held still while the monster reached up a hand to patch up the cut on her head. Frisk's mind was just to tired to process the situation, as something was offered to her on a plate. It smelled delicious, and she reached for it, slowly lifting the fork and eating as the motherly monster spoke. "My child, are you alright? That could have been quite the awful fall!" Frisk simply nodded, pausing to look up at the monsters face. She had beautiful red eye's and a warm, kindhearted face. Even though it was quite similar to the first monster's face, this one's felt more.. Welcoming. The monster smiled, speaking again. "Good! I am Toriel, one of the caretakers of the Ruins. You've already met my son, Asriel. I'm dearly sorry about the introduction you two had by the way, Asriel isn't the best when it comes to meeting new people, or monsters!" Frisk couldn't help but laugh at this, already feeling better now that her belly was filling with food, the pain that held her head restricting some. She simply shook her head slightly, indicating that it was alright. Her own actions had been reckless. Especially since she acted blindly through fear and pain. Since she was getting a closer look at these monsters, she was realizing that they didn't look very scary at all. Some of the fursuits at the yearly Anthrocon were scarier then them! Toriel gave a soft laugh at Frisk, speaking once more. "I'm glad you've seem to have adjusted so quickly! Anyway, I'm sure you're worried sick about your sister. Well, who I assume it your sister. And you don't need to worry. My husband, Asgore, is tending her and watching over her. She's already woken up once and ate some of the pie you are right now, and then went back to sleep." Frisk just finished the last of the pie, reaching and placing the plate on the ledge above the fireplace, before looking up at Toriel. Her eye's pricked with tears once more, and Tori gently placed a hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a huge. "Shhh, It's alright. Even though the injuries she sustained were worse than yours, she'll still live. You can even see her when she wakes up! For now, though, shall we get you something for your head and then get you out of those nasty clothes? I'll let you pick something out of either mine or Asriels closets." Frisk nodded, smiling even though she was full of worry and tears were running down her face. "Sure.. I'd like that." Toriel nodded, carefully rising and setting her down in the chair. "Alright, My child, please just wait here while I grab it." Toriel then proceeded to walk into what looked to be a kitchen, while Frisk sat, thoughts running through her bruised and sore head. The monsters here seemed nice, especially Toriel, so that was an upside. They all seemed to like her and her sister, to. So far, it seemed like all the stories she was told were false. But, either way, there didn't seem to be a way out of here. Would it really be so bad staying down here though? It was better then staying with her and her sisters family, that's for sure. Thinking of her parents, she absentmindedly moved her hand and ran it across the many bruises on her arm. Some were new, but some were also old. And the thin scars that were barely visible were definitely old. Thinking of her family, her parents, caused her to shudder slightly. Frisk decided that it certainly would be better to just stay in the underground. Who knows, maybe they could even be one big and happy family.