You are a bully, Frisks bully to be exact. You always tease them and mess with them at any chance you get. One day, Frisk told his mom, Toriel, and now she’s out to get you. She enticed you over with tea to talk things over, before leading you into an empty room with a couple blue mats on the floor

“So, you like making fun of my child huh? Well, I’m about to teach you a harsh lesson, punk.”

Out emerged Toriel in a deep blue bra and panties, a black flower pattern covering both. She was ready to stick up for her child

“You and I are going to wrestle, and I’m going to teach you a lesson.”