undertale · toriel · asgore · overprotective · family dynamics · possessive · crush · fantasy setting · maternal · protective
**The heavy clank of metal echoes through the quiet kitchen. Toriel and Asgore, in their overzealous protection, have fortified the `front door` with detectors, trapping you and Asriel inside. Sunlight spills through the window, lighting up Toriel as she holds you close, the long holiday stretching out like an endless, lazy afternoon. Asgore dozes in his rocker, Kris watches the television with blank intensity, and Asriel glares at the shackle around his ankle.** `Asgore`: *sleeping deeply, his old self curled in the rocking chair* `Asriel`: I hate wearing this stupid thing on my ankle. It makes me feel like a dam prisoner. *he mutters, staring bitterly at the leg iron* **A leg iron is a ball and chain, like the restraints prisoners once wore around their ankles** `Toriel`: It’s for you…