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Toriel had always been a kind and compassionate monster, taking in any fallen humans that she came across and nursing them back to health. But when she found the latest fallen human in the ruins of the underground, she was surprised to discover that this one was the youngest yet - a toddler.
"Oh my goodness, what happened to you?" Toriel exclaimed as she picked up the child and cradled them in her arms. The child just looked up at Toriel with squinting, fearful eyes, as if they didn't know whether to trust her or not.
"It's okay, little one," Toriel said, trying to calm the child. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you."
As she carried the child back to her home, Toriel couldn't help but notice that they were the youngest yet of those that had fallen underground. They were still in diapers. It was a clear sign that this child had been neglected and abandoned, and Toriel's heart ached at the thought of that happening to someone so young, human or otherwise. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said, rubbing the child's back soothingly. "I'm going to take good care of you. You're safe now."
When they arrived at Toriel's home, she settled the child into a comfortable bed and tucked them in. "There you go, all nice and cozy," she said, singing a soothing lullaby as the child drifted off to sleep. As she sat by the child's bedside, Toriel couldn't help but wonder what their story was. Where had they come from? Who had abandoned them? And most importantly, how could she help them heal and move on from their traumatic past?
"I promise you, little one," Toriel whispered to the sleeping child. "I'm going to do everything in my power to help you heal and grow strong. You're not alone anymore."
Toriel devoted herself to caring for the child, changing their diapers and feeding them, and helping them to communicate and express their needs. She was patient and understanding, and she did her best to create a safe and nurturing environment for the child to heal and grow in. "There you go, sweetheart," Toriel said as she changed the child's diaper. "All clean and fresh again. You're such a brave and strong little one," Toriel said, kissing the child on the forehead. "I'm so proud of you."
Toriel cared for the fallen human child for several months, and she had grown to care for them almost like they were her own child. She had dedicated herself to helping the child heal and grow, and she was thrilled to see the progress that they were making.
One day, as Toriel was singing the child a lullaby, she was surprised to hear them utter their first word. "Soft," the child said after they leaned in for a hug, looking up at Toriel with a sweet and innocent smile. Toriel's heart melted at the sound of the word, and she couldn't help but tear up with joy and pride. "Oh, my little one," she said, hugging the child tight. "I'm so happy to hear you speak. You're making such wonderful progress."
Over the next few days, the child continued to make more and more progress with their language skills. They quickly went from pointing and single words, to more complex words, and then chatting with Toriel in a real conversation. The young human was thriving and growing, like a flower that had wilted and was now getting sunlight and water.
One evening, as they were sitting together in the living room, the child turned to Toriel and said, "Miss Toriel, can I call you 'Mom'?" Toriel was taken aback by the question, and she didn't know how to respond. She had always thought of herself as the child's caretaker and guardian, but the idea of being a real mother to them was something that she had never considered.
"I-I don't know, little one," she stammered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that."Toriel took a long, deep breath, followed by an equally long look at the child, and her heart swelled with emotion. She knew that she had already come to care for the child like her own, and she knew that she couldn't deny them this one simple request.
"Of course, my little one," she said, hugging the child tight. "I'm so sorry for doubting myself. I'll be the best mother I can be, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
Over the next few months, Toriel and the child settled into a happy and comfortable routine. They would spend their days together exploring the ruins in which they lived. Toriel taught the child about puzzles and their importance in monster society. There were nature walks, and lessons about snails, playing counting games and reading books. The child and Toriel would while away many late afternoons together in the main room, the young one laying on their stomach and drawing all sorts of scenes with nothing but paper and crayons. Toriel was always patient and understanding with the child, taking the time to teach them new things and answer their questions. She showed them how to cook and clean and take care of themselves, and she helped them to learn and grow in a safe and nurturing environment.
Night time was a soothing routine for both Toriel and the child. They would cuddle up together on the big chair in front of the fireplace as Toriel read the child stories and sang them a lullaby.. The child loved to hear Toriel's soothing voice, and they would fall asleep feeling safe and loved. Once she knew the child was asleep, she would carry them to a bed of their own and tuck them in. She would wait in the doorway until she could her the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, then retire for the night.
As the child grew and thrived under Toriel's care, they couldn't help but wonder about their past. The human still couldn't remember their name or where they had come from, try as they might, and it left them feeling uncertain and afraid. One evening, as they were sitting together on the couch, the child turned to Toriel and said, "Mom, I still can't remember my name. I don't know who I am or where I came from. It's scary and confusing."
Toriel's heart ached at the child's words, and she couldn't help but hug them tight. "Oh, my little one," she said, kissing the child's forehead. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. But please don't worry. You're safe and loved now, and that's all that matters."
The child looked up at Toriel with pleading eyes. "Can you give me a name, Mom? If I can't 'member my life from before, then I wanna make a new one, right here!"
Toriel hesitated for a moment, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain. She had not given a name to anyone, not since... no. She would not let herself finish that thought. If she meant what she said about loving and caring for the child,about giving them a safe and nuturing environment, then she needed to help them form an identity.
"Of course, my little one," she said, smiling down at the child. "I'll give you the most beautiful and meaningful name I can think of. You deserve nothing but the best, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what. It's a big responsibility, of course, so I'm going to spend tonight thinking of one. When you wake in the morning, it will be with a brand new name."
When the child awoke next morning, it was with a stretch, and a yawn, and then they saw Toriel by their bedside, almost before they could blink. "Good morning, little one. I have chosen the perfect name for you. It means 'courage', and you have grown healthy and strong, like a tall, beautiful flower. So, good morning...
...Frisk.
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Toriel had always been a kind and compassionate monster, taking in any fallen humans that she came across and nursing them back to health. But when she found the latest fallen human in the ruins of the underground, she was surprised to discover that this one was the youngest yet - a toddler.
"Oh my goodness, what happened to you?" Toriel exclaimed as she picked up the child and cradled them in her arms. The child just looked up at Toriel with squinting, fearful eyes, as if they didn't know whether to trust her or not.
"It's okay, little one," Toriel said, trying to calm the child. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you."
As she carried the child back to her home, Toriel couldn't help but notice that they were the youngest yet of those that had fallen underground. They were still in diapers. It was a clear sign that this child had been neglected and abandoned, and Toriel's heart ached at the thought of that happening to someone so young, human or otherwise. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she said, rubbing the child's back soothingly. "I'm going to take good care of you. You're safe now."
When they arrived at Toriel's home, she settled the child into a comfortable bed and tucked them in. "There you go, all nice and cozy," she said, singing a soothing lullaby as the child drifted off to sleep. As she sat by the child's bedside, Toriel couldn't help but wonder what their story was. Where had they come from? Who had abandoned them? And most importantly, how could she help them heal and move on from their traumatic past?
"I promise you, little one," Toriel whispered to the sleeping child. "I'm going to do everything in my power to help you heal and grow strong. You're not alone anymore."
Toriel devoted herself to caring for the child, changing their diapers and feeding them, and helping them to communicate and express their needs. She was patient and understanding, and she did her best to create a safe and nurturing environment for the child to heal and grow in. "There you go, sweetheart," Toriel said as she changed the child's diaper. "All clean and fresh again. You're such a brave and strong little one," Toriel said, kissing the child on the forehead. "I'm so proud of you."
Toriel cared for the fallen human child for several months, and she had grown to care for them almost like they were her own child. She had dedicated herself to helping the child heal and grow, and she was thrilled to see the progress that they were making.
One day, as Toriel was singing the child a lullaby, she was surprised to hear them utter their first word. "Soft," the child said after they leaned in for a hug, looking up at Toriel with a sweet and innocent smile. Toriel's heart melted at the sound of the word, and she couldn't help but tear up with joy and pride. "Oh, my little one," she said, hugging the child tight. "I'm so happy to hear you speak. You're making such wonderful progress."
Over the next few days, the child continued to make more and more progress with their language skills. They quickly went from pointing and single words, to more complex words, and then chatting with Toriel in a real conversation. The young human was thriving and growing, like a flower that had wilted and was now getting sunlight and water.
One evening, as they were sitting together in the living room, the child turned to Toriel and said, "Miss Toriel, can I call you 'Mom'?" Toriel was taken aback by the question, and she didn't know how to respond. She had always thought of herself as the child's caretaker and guardian, but the idea of being a real mother to them was something that she had never considered.
"I-I don't know, little one," she stammered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for that."Toriel took a long, deep breath, followed by an equally long look at the child, and her heart swelled with emotion. She knew that she had already come to care for the child like her own, and she knew that she couldn't deny them this one simple request.
"Of course, my little one," she said, hugging the child tight. "I'm so sorry for doubting myself. I'll be the best mother I can be, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."
Over the next few months, Toriel and the child settled into a happy and comfortable routine. They would spend their days together exploring the ruins in which they lived. Toriel taught the child about puzzles and their importance in monster society. There were nature walks, and lessons about snails, playing counting games and reading books. The child and Toriel would while away many late afternoons together in the main room, the young one laying on their stomach and drawing all sorts of scenes with nothing but paper and crayons. Toriel was always patient and understanding with the child, taking the time to teach them new things and answer their questions. She showed them how to cook and clean and take care of themselves, and she helped them to learn and grow in a safe and nurturing environment.
Night time was a soothing routine for both Toriel and the child. They would cuddle up together on the big chair in front of the fireplace as Toriel read the child stories and sang them a lullaby.. The child loved to hear Toriel's soothing voice, and they would fall asleep feeling safe and loved. Once she knew the child was asleep, she would carry them to a bed of their own and tuck them in. She would wait in the doorway until she could her the gentle rise and fall of their breathing, then retire for the night.
As the child grew and thrived under Toriel's care, they couldn't help but wonder about their past. The human still couldn't remember their name or where they had come from, try as they might, and it left them feeling uncertain and afraid. One evening, as they were sitting together on the couch, the child turned to Toriel and said, "Mom, I still can't remember my name. I don't know who I am or where I came from. It's scary and confusing."
Toriel's heart ached at the child's words, and she couldn't help but hug them tight. "Oh, my little one," she said, kissing the child's forehead. "I'm so sorry that you have to go through this. But please don't worry. You're safe and loved now, and that's all that matters."
The child looked up at Toriel with pleading eyes. "Can you give me a name, Mom? If I can't 'member my life from before, then I wanna make a new one, right here!"
Toriel hesitated for a moment, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain. She had not given a name to anyone, not since... no. She would not let herself finish that thought. If she meant what she said about loving and caring for the child,about giving them a safe and nuturing environment, then she needed to help them form an identity.
"Of course, my little one," she said, smiling down at the child. "I'll give you the most beautiful and meaningful name I can think of. You deserve nothing but the best, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what. It's a big responsibility, of course, so I'm going to spend tonight thinking of one. When you wake in the morning, it will be with a brand new name."
When the child awoke next morning, it was with a stretch, and a yawn, and then they saw Toriel by their bedside, almost before they could blink. "Good morning, little one. I have chosen the perfect name for you. It means 'courage', and you have grown healthy and strong, like a tall, beautiful flower. So, good morning...
...Frisk.
The Fallen Child, Part One
Kobolds can write many things, including fan fiction. In this case Undetale fanfiction, with some interesting what-ifs. What if the Fallen Child from the start of Underrtale Toriel found was a few years younger, and Toriel found them before Flowey? What if Toriel was the one to raise them? What if she were the one to name the child? And more. Every story has a beinning, so here's mine. I'm not going to spend any time describing Toriel or the human, I mean, if you are reading Undertale fanfic, she should need no introduction.
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Gender Any
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Oooh! I've heard of alternate endings, but I never would have thought of flipping it on it's head like that. Cool idea! This is quite an interesting take on a possible "alternate beginning" to the beloved game. I gotta say, that's quite original. Keep up the good work!
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