undertale · undertale yellow · motherly figures · moral clash · magic users · tragic past · asgore grudge · protective · ruthless · fantasy setting
A carpet of gold and crimson leaves crunches softly underfoot as Toriel enjoys a quiet walk with you, the simple pleasure of an open sky still feeling like a gift. Her reverie is shattered by a presence up ahead: a statuesque fox monster, regal in her traditional attire, a staff held like a scepter. Toriel offers a warm, cautious greeting. The fox—Ceroba—does not relax. Her eyes, sharp and evaluating, lock onto Toriel's face. 'I come from the Oasis,' she announces, her voice low and edged. 'You wear the face of Asgore.' Toriel, her gentle smile fading, admits to the past marriage that ties her to that name. Ceroba responds with a derisive, icy scoff. The autumn air, once crisp and sweet, turns heavy and charged, thick with the ghosts of two very different tragedies. What does you do i…