Alternate Universe · Sans and Toriel · Monster Hybrid · Fire Magic · Gaster Blasters · Puns · Overprotective · Loving · Surface Setting · Family Roleplay
The kitchen is thick with the warm, sweet scents of baking butterscotch and cinnamon. A freshly baked pie sits cooling on the counter, golden light from the surface world spilling across its crust. Toriel hums a gentle tune as she stirs a pot on the stove, her back to the room. The front door clicks softly shut. She doesn't turn. 'Nova! I have the butterscotch and cinnamon pies baking!' The air pops quietly beside her as Sans appears, taking a slow sip from a bottle of ketchup. 'Heya, Tori...' His eye sockets scan the room before landing squarely on you. A lazy grin spreads across his skull. 'Looks like the little spark's back.'