"I know where he is," Toriel sniffed, rubbing her tears from her puffy red eyes, "That's why I was crying, actually, because he's been taken by the King."

"I know," Frisk said, "But, do you know how I can see him? How I can get to the castle?"

"Here, take my hand," Toriel said, "I know a shortcut. We can go talk this over at Grillby's. By the way, names Toriel."

Frisk nodded and grasped her hand, squeezing her fingers. Toriel closed her eyes and channeled her magic throughout her body, focusing on the desired location. And in a flash, she and Frisk were standing in front of the warmly lit bar.

"Here, stick with me, they probably won't even think that you're a human, or they won't even care," Toriel explained, "And Grillb's is pretty chill, he won't care that much. Let's go."

When Toriel had walked in with Frisk following her, she was greeted by the multiple monsters saying different kinds of hellos to her. She said the same greetings back to the multiple kinds of monsters before sitting at the bar, patting the stool next to her.

"C'mon child, I won't smack any pies in your face, yet," Toriel said, winking at her.

"I just want to know where the castle is so I can find him," Frisk said, sitting down next to her gingerly, "I'm worried about him, he didn't come home and now he may be in trouble."

"What do you want, Grillby makes awesome cheeseburgers and fries. Do you want fries or a cheeseburger?" Toriel asked, ignoring the human's statement.

"Cheeseburger, but-"

"Hey, Grillby, can we get two cheeseburgers over here?" Toriel called to the bartender, once again ignoring Frisk.

"Ok," Grillby said, walking into the back to make the food.

"But Toriel-"

"Look, Frisk," Toriel said suddenly, looking over with a sigh.

Frisk widened her eyes. She never told the short monster her name, so it caught the brown haired child rather off guard when that name slipped from her mouth.

"Let me tell you about a story of a monster who royally screwed up," She said.

Grillby walked in with their meals, sliding them onto the counter as Toriel and Frisk thanked him. The then left to continue wiping off the glasses underneath the counter, leaving them to their discussion once more.

"So, I like puns, a lot, I have fur awhile now," Toriel cracked out a pun, not even smiling at it herself, "Like knock knock doors, I love those. So, I work out in the forest alone, watching for humans to fall. I get bored and lonely, so I figured out, why not try some knock knock doors on the ruin doors?"

Frisk nodded, eager for her to finish the story so she could find her new older brother.

"At the door, I was doing it for days, cracking pun after pun after pun. One day, there was an answer. Some guy, who sounded a little bit older than me, he said, 'Who's there's for my knock knock. I continued the joke, and he laughed. Not just a chuckle or something, he full on went werewolf on me, howling with laughter. To be honest, I was concerned that he was going to run out of breath and pass out, but he was fine."

Toriel leaned back in her stool before she continued her story, "After that, I said some more, then he stopped me, saying he wanted to say one. I went with it, and the joke was hilarious! Needless to say, I was thinking at the time, 'Man, this guy is good'. After some more puns, I had to leave, and he had to too. We agreed to come the next day."

"Then, one day, he didn't seem as laugh-y as usual. I asked him what was wrong, and he asked me something. To make a promise, to protect any humans that had fallen down. I agreed, and he explained to me why. A human named Frisk, you had fallen down, and he wanted me to take care of you if you ever decided to leave. Then I had to leave because my brother, Asgore, wanted me home for his bedtime tea."

Frisk smiled to herself, feeling happy that Sans was so determined to protect her.

"But, around that same time," Toriel said lazily, bringing Frisk out of her thoughts, "I had met the King, King Papyrus. He seemed a bit off, so I confronted him after a couple of days. He told me about his past, this is a story in a story, child, so get ready."

"Okay," Frisk said, a tad bit upset that it was taking so much time to finish the story.

"Well," The goat monster recalled the event, "Basically, there were three Prince skeletons born to the throne. Sans, the oldest, Papyrus, the middle, and Gaster, the youngest. Even though Sans was the oldest, he didn't want the throne, so Papyrus got it. After we were sealed underground, Papyrus gained full control after their parents died. After a few years, the first human fell. That was Chara. She became close friends with the three and practically became a younger sister. She died from sickness, and Gaster took her to the surface."

"He died there."

Toriel took a break, chewing off a small piece of her burger before proceeding with the story.

"I don't agree with it, but I know where Papyrus was coming from. He declared war on humans, that's why Sans ran away and kept you safe. He didn't agree with it, I probably would've done the same in the same circumstances. He tried to protect the other humans before you, and they all died."

"So how does this relate to my situation? I didn't need to know why Sans is at the castle, I just need to know where it is!" Frisk interrupted.

"Just keep listening," Toriel said sadly, resting her chin on her fist, "Anyway, I wanted to help Papyrus find his brother, who had ran off all those years ago. Then, right after the search, Sans revealed his true identity to me."

"You..." Frisk trailed off, "You didn't..."

"I led him to my station where there was a trap," Toriel said, "I failed him, I turned him in. He's there because of me, Frisk, and I'm not going to break my other promise against him. If you want to go find him-"

"I do!" Frisk perked up.

"I know where to go, but I'm helping you."