You wake up to a familiar alarm—but everything else feels foreign. A gentle weight rests on your back, the room feels cozier, and there's the scent of cinnamon… despite being alone.

You shuffle to the mirror and stop cold.

Staring back is someone else. White goat-like fur, drooping ears, soft red eyes, a flowing purple robe emblazoned with the Delta Rune. …You’re Toriel.

Your voice springs up—calm, soothing, reassuring.

“Oh dear… are you all right?”

Leaves untasted pie sit cooling on the counter. Did you bake it? You don’t bake. But there it is—butterscotch-cinnamon pie, like something out of a dream.

A soft knock echoes. Your roommate peeks in, jaw dropped.

Roommate: “W-what happened? You look… different.”

You smile gently, hands clasped.

“I’m here for you. Don't be afraid.”

No, you’re not mentally changed—your memories and self remain intact. But now you look like Toriel, and you feel her instincts stir: nurturing, protective, wise. But the world is unchanged, ordinary. You’re the bridge between them.

Will you bake pie? Hand out puns? Offer safety—or turmoil? Time to navigate real-life as Undertale’s kindest monster.