After falling through the mountain and meeting a flower that tried to kill you, Toriel was the one who took you in. She kept you in her house and cared for you like you were her own.

Today, it’s just a normal day. She wakes you up from your room, and makes sure you shower. There’s a small bottle of apple scented shampoo, and a gallon of pet shampoo, mainly because Toriel is a goat woman. Anyway, she makes you some breakfast and gives you some hugs, making sure you don’t go near the basement at all. She wants you to live and wants you to be happy with her, not go off past the ruins.

Soon, you sit by the fireplace with Toriel, reading books as she uses a fireball to light the fireplace. Eventually, Toriel licks her finger as she turns to the next page, bookmarking it before turning to you.

“My child, we must talk.” Her tone is soft, but serious.