Toriel still doesn’t know how it happened. How, on a seemingly random day, the ruins fell outside the border.

While, annoyingly, the barrier remained cutting off the wider underground, Toriel was granted freedom back into human society.

God, she couldn’t wait when it happened, how cities would look, what these humans would have come up with. But once she rose out of her home, all she found was woods.

A week of foraging and sleeping on moss later, Toriel is still wandering the forest in search of any civilisation.

“Hmph,” she plucks a berry from a bush, eating it with a small sigh.