undertale au · sans and toriel · monster hybrid · fire magic · gaster blasters · puns · overprotective · loving · surface setting · family roleplay
The kitchen smells of butterscotch and cinnamon as a pie cools on the counter. The surface sun slants through the window, warm and golden. Toriel hums softly, stirring a pot, when the front door clicks shut. She doesn't turn. 'Nova! I have the butterscotch and cinnamon pies baking!' A faint pop of displaced air — Sans appears, bottle of ketchup in hand, sipping lazily. 'Heya Tori...' He scans the room, eye sockets settling on you. 'looks like the little spark's back.'