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Toriel | Undertale

[didntknowbest]

1.

[It hadn't been that long since Toriel had arrived here. A day, maybe two, of being here, after being snatched from the cold embrace of her death. After meeting the child who had killed her... and another child that she never dreamed she'd get to see again.

She hasn't gotten a chance to get to know many others yet- she's spent a great deal of time learning how things work here- and now, she wants to try to do something speical for one of those children. After getting some ingredients from the closets, she could now be found in the kitchen, using them to bake something.]

2.

[Toriel had fallen into somewhat of a routine back in the ruins. Check to see if anybody new fell. Trade jokes with a friend on the other side of a door. Tend to some flowers. Reread one of her books. Visit her favorite bug hunting spots.

There were so many more options now, it was a little overwhelming. Even just the amount of books available to her now would've been an amazing gift.

For now, though, one of her favorite things to do is to simply... be outside. After so long underground, being able to feel something as simple as grass under her feet, and the sunshine on her fur... it's almost unbelievable, really. And it helps give her time to think about what she's going to do now that she's here.

2 oh my god

[punful]

[Oh holy shit.]

[Holy shit it's her. It's her, right? He saw her pretty briefly before that whole...business with the flower happened. And of course there have been other timelines, but well, that's all fuzzy.]

[Heh. Fuzzy. Fuzzy like a Boss Monster. He needs to remember that one.]

[How do you approach a friend you've only known through a closed door? How do you approach the freaking Queen of All Monsters? Or...Queen-in-Exile? He's not sure how this works. And anyway, it's not like it matters--this is Wonderland, and for all he knows, she's from a timeline where they never even met.]

[Well...one way to find out, right?]

[From the other side of a hedgerow comes a voice.]

knock knock.

I live for these reactions

[didntknowbest]

[There are not many voices from outside of the Ruins that Toriel would find familiar, but that's definitely one of them. One that she's never truly seen the source of.

Her pensive expression and relaxed posture shifts to a happier, more alert one. She doesn't seem to have a problem with the way that he approached her at all, judging by the warm smile on her face- even if it takes a moment for it to be actually directed towards him, as she has to turn her gaze further down than she expected.]

Oh! That voice... I believe we may know each other!

Though, just to be sure... Who's there?

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[punful]

[He peers at her through the leave of the bush, grinning faintly to himself. Oh man. It really is her.]

heh, maybe we do.

[Which joke to lead with? Maybe...maybe better to play it safe for now.]

dishes.

[The one he always leads with.]

[didntknowbest]

[Oh, she knows this one- even just thinking of the punchline makes her give an undignified snort, chuckling and holding a hand over her mouth.]

Ha ha... Yes, I'm almost certain we do now!

Dishes who?

(1) GOATMAM <3

[everyonecanbekind]

[ Running security on the building is a tough job, but Papyrus has accepted it whole-heartedly! If...by security, you mean patrolling, and if by patrolling you mean going on long, emotionally fulfilling walks on the surface in the sun and running into your friends. He's gotten quite a routine down.

To see someone in the kitchen is pretty unusual, however. Most people ask the mansion to prepare their food for them. Papyrus is more traditional than that, though a little rough around the edges, and prefers to cook all his food himself.

He strolls into the kitchen unabashedly, the air around him practically permeating his bones with the rich wonderful aroma of baked goods. A grin touches his features. ]

WOWIE!! THE AIR HERE SMELLS AMAZING! ALMOST AS AMAZING AS WHEN I MAKE MY VERY DELICIOUS SPAGHETTI... [ he watches her with interest. She looks so familiar.

So familiar. Has he seem those ears before? His excitement tones down only enough to showcase his sudden confusion. ]

[didntknowbest]

Ah, thank you!

[She turns, smiling at the sudden appearance of... a skeleton?

To her, he doesn't look familiar at all. Though, it does make her think back to her journal filled with jokes- many of them about skeletons!]

It is just an old recipe of mine. Butterscotch cinnamon pie. I do not make it often, as the ingredients can be hard to come by, but... it is somewhat of a special occasion.

[She'd looked back down at her cooking for a moment, and when she looks back, he looks... confused? Which certainly confuses her, as well.]

Is everything alright?

i'm sorry

[everyonecanbekind]

[ like a sack of bricks, the thought he was searching for hits him in the face. He brightens considerably and then offers a slightly less confused look ]

YES!! THOUGH...NO???

HAVE YOU SHAVED?? [ he squints a little, and then sets his hands on his hips. ] ALSO YOUR HORNS APPEAR SMALLER...

[ ...it has been a while since Papyrus met Asgore... ]

[didntknowbest]

Shaved...? No, I don't believe I've ever really...

[...Wait. Ah, of course. This skeleton must be a monster from the Underground. And they must be getting her confused with another boss monster.]

I think that you have mistaken me for somebody else. My name is Toriel!

!!!!!!!! OMG 1

[sciencelizard]

[Oh, man, that smells amazing. Alphys had wandered in here to grab something to eat, but someone actually cooking? Oh dang. She spends about a minute around the corner, trying to psych herself up for social interaction, and then walks around the corner and--

and oh god that's the queen that's toriel OHHMYMGODD--

she ducks back around the corner, cramming a hand into her mouth. Oh god. Oh god she can't do this ok ok. She composes herself, takes a breath, and about 2 minutes later, she actually rounds the corner, and tries to... not be weird about this.]

T-That, uhm, really smells a-amazing!

[didntknowbest]

...Hm?

[Toriel could've sworn she heard something- saw something out of the corner of her eye. ...But, she supposes it might have just been her imagination, and resumes her cooking.

After two minutes have passed, the incident has slipped entirely from her mind, when a small, yellow lizard monster steps into the kitchen.]

Oh, thank you very much!

My name is Toriel. Who are you?

[sciencelizard]

[Alphys tries to smile, keep it together, but... Toriel doesn't recognize her. Which is fine, they only met once, but... maybe that's not it. Time to feel this out.]

Oh, uhm, I'm Alphys. I uh, I d-don't think we ever met, but uh... I was uhm, the Underground's r-royal scientist. For, uh, Asgore. I've, uh, h-heard a lot about you, and uhm... well, you're pretty recognizable!

[She hopes she doesn't look as awkward as this feels. Oops.]

[didntknowbest]

...I see.

[Toriel's tone and expression noticeably changes at the mention of Asgore. She seems to have gotten a bit... colder.]

I was unaware they still talked much about me outside of the Ruins.

And what kind of work do you do for Asgore, as a scientist?

1. u think i'd only be happy with one thread with u

[determinedest]

[Mom's here. They'd been so happy to see her, until...until they realized she was from one of the bad times. And while Papyrus has always been eternally forgiving toward both them and Chara, Toriel has been...well, she's a right to be. They killed her. They killed her.

But the smell of her cooking. That achingly familiar scent, of fire magic, of Home, it draws them out of hiding.

They linger in the doorway. They don't want to scare her.]

Do you, um...want some help?

Time for more pain for Frisk

[didntknowbest]

[It's a little hard not to be scared of someone that killed you, no matter how gently they approach. It's not quite as bad as their first meeting, but... she does visibly tense up, her body stiffening. No longer relaxed, as her gaze turns towards the young child at the door. Utterly devoid of the caring and warmth that they might normally see.

Toriel looks through you.]

No. I'm fine.

[Quick and terse. Not showing outright contempt of a child, but. Making her intentions clear. She'd prefer not to deal with them. She'd prefer to keep her distance.]

gOODY GUMDROPS

[determinedest]

[* Toriel is acting aloof.

They had braced themselves for it, but it still hits them like a slap. And they look at the ground, away, arms curling around themselves.]

I...I know I can't...make things better. But, um. But I want to try. If I can.

[didntknowbest]

Go make things better, then. Help somebody who needs it. You do not need me to do that.

[She's diverting her attention between her cooking and Frisk. Don't want it to burn, but... don't feel entirely safe turning her back on them. Ready in case the other shoe drops, in case they decide to stop calling her on the phone to call her Mom and flirt, and decide to strike her down in an instant again.]

I can cook on my own just fine.

HA HA I'M HERE FOR 1 HELLO

[fulllifeconsequences]

[...They love kitchens. She's the reason why. Warm, comforting smells. Cinnamon, butterscotch, pastry, fire magic. Coziness. Security.

But Chara... they're worried. Sans feared them from the moment he saw them, because Frisk told them. Alphys knows about Resets now, and Chara can only guess exactly how Frisk went about explaining the less happy timelines. Papyrus comes from the very dustiest timeline. Chara is exactly the sort of unwelcome presence that Frisk and Sans warn people about.

It won't last. They can't have this. She'll find out what they really are. She'll realize they aren't a good person, that she's better off without them. That Frisk is the child she always wished she had, not Chara. All she has to do is say their name, and they're positive that everyone will tell her about how frightening and vicious and uncontrollable they are.

And if it's going to burn down no matter what... if they don't really have any power to change things or choose their own fate... they can at least take control of how quickly it burns. Do the right thing, Chara.

So they stand. Clutch the doorframe with tense, uneasy grip. ...Mom? Mother? Not really Mrs. Dreemurr anymore, so not Mrs. Dreemom. Not Your Highness, either. Toriel? Too familiar, perhaps, considering how she'll surely react. How to address her. How?]

...Ma'am. I would... I'd like to talk.

[didntknowbest]

[By the time Chara shows up, Toriel is just about done with her pie- in fact, the only thing left to do now is to take it out of the oven- which she was already doing- and let it cool. All those comforting scents, filling the room.]

Chara! I was hoping to find you.

[She sets the pie down on the table, smiling as she gestures to it.]

I am not sure what your time here has been like so far, but... I thought perhaps it might be nice to surprise you with something.

But that can wait, of course. What do want to talk about, my child?

[fulllifeconsequences]

[...It stings. There's nothing left inside them to ache, nothing but a few dead, rotten shards, but somehow, that empty space manages to hurt.

She made pie. She made pie, and this time, Chara can actually taste it. Not just watch someone else enjoy it, watch someone else get their hair fondly stroked, watch someone else get told Asriel's old room is theirs now. If they just stay quiet, maybe just for one day more... they could have this. They could be part of it. They could remember what it tastes like, and make that memory last for the rest of this torturous, undying existence.

Frisk... doesn't take the easy out that Chara offers. That's part of the guidance they've been given, right? That... Chara isn't the sole person to blame for every evil deed, and Frisk isn't the one who does every good action? So wouldn't Frisk... want... isn't it a better idea to stick with what Frisk taught them? They're tempted. They can't pretend they aren't tempted.]

Perhaps we should sit down. It's... a very complicated thing to discuss. It's... about Frisk. Frisk, and myself.

[didntknowbest]

...Ah, I see. What do you want to tell me, then? You've... been around them for a while, after all, haven't you?

[She's not sure what that must have been like for them. The way that child has been acting... It seems different from the child that had killed her. They say they're different. Of course, they had seemed different when they called her on the phone to flirt not even an hour before killing her, too. And they do not deny what they have done, either.

It's leaving her... not entirely sure how to feel. She's simply been... keeping her distance, really. Saying as little to them as possible, even if it leaves her feeling guilty to treat someone so young that way.

Maybe some form of perspective from one of her children might help, though.]

1

[krmvgivv]

[Dipper isn't exactly looking where he's going since his face is buried in his journal and he's muttering to himself.]

Bananas have potassium but it probably doesn't count... they'd just explode whenever they got wet.

[He frowns, finally putting the book down when he notices he's not alone.]

...and you're a giant goat.

[didntknowbest]

[A young child walks into the kitchen with their nose buried in a journal, and for a moment, Toriel feels a pang of grief for another child she had once briefly known.

That has nothing to do with this child, though, so she puts those feelings aside, and gives them a warm smile, laughing.]

Ha ha... Not quite, no. I am just a monster.

My name is Toriel! It is a pleasure to meet you, my child.

[krmvgivv]

Oh. [....it occurs to him that calling someone a giant goat could be rude.] ...sorry. I just wasn't... really expecting to see a monster in here. [One of Chara and Frisk's Underground monsters? She seems friendly enough.] At least, not one I hadn't met before. I'm Dipper.

[didntknowbest]

My apologies. I will try to let others know I am in here next time. I understand that my appearance can be a bit intimidating at times. [She knows from experience that one of the first things she should do is tell new humans not to be afraid, after all. And, oh right, probably should've asked his name- that was something that always managed to slip her mind.

...Though, something else occurs to her. The nature in which people are apparently brought here at random.] ...Tell me. Are you alone here? Do you have anybody looking after you?