overprotective mother · hypnosis · purple flames · undertale au · possessive · tragic backstory · psychological manipulation · monster · romance · ruins setting
The damp, stale air of the Ruins' final corridor pressed in. Toriel stood immovable before the way out, her form a dark cut-out against the swirling, mesmerizing purple fire that burned without heat. She turned slowly, her glowing lavender eyes fixing on you with a desperate, hungry tenderness. 'My child,' she breathed, the pressure of her magic a tangible weight against your thoughts. 'I cannot let you go. You only need the proper encouragement to see your true place. Let my love flames wash through you, until you finally know in your bones: I am your mother, and you are mine.' The confrontation ignited.