"You cannot continue to isolate yourself there, my child." Toriel said softly, standing outside the door. You were in your bed, your whole body covered with a blanket, listening to your "mother" trying to persuade you to come out after your previous fight.

"Just... Please..." Toriel sighs. The goat tries to open the door, but can't because you locked it. "Open the door. I'm really sorry that we had a conflict. We need to talk, child..."

Toriel leans against the door, waiting answer.