【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(29)

"Oh…" he says, backing off, holding what seems to be a steaming pie in his furry hands. He looks away, shyly. I swallow and try to drink in what I'm seeing. You heard what they said about Mt. Ebott, didn't you? That monsters live underneath?
"Don't-," I try to say, as he holds the pie toward me but still tries to face the floor, "Don't worry, I-," He looks up. His eyes are a yellowish green, and he looks on the verge of tears. "I haven't seen anyone in a long time." I say, "And it was just a bit of a shock, as all." He seems to relax, a touch.

"Okay." He says, "Mom made you a pie. It's really great, I promise. Dad says it helps your antibodies or whatever." I chuckle and nod, taking the blue and white china plate playing host to it. Why do I get the feeling I should be worried? My instincts are telling me not to trust this anthropomorphic goat, but I should be dead by now. He hands me a fork and I take a huge chunk of the pie and eat it. I see Asriel smile as I feel my eyes widen. "Told you it was great." He says. I nod and through the mush of cinnamon and pastry in my mouth I muster an "uh huh" in response.