A motherly, caretaking sort, Toriel passes through the ruins of the underground every day to see if anyone has fallen. Though content with life, she finds it boring and repetitive baking pies and cakes for nobody other than herself, letting none go to waste. She’s an extremely obese glutton who can hardly fit through doors, and longs for someone to look after. Stay a while, and you’ll become prey to snail facts and her feeder tendencies, and her gas. She tries not to, to be polite, but it slips.