undertale · toriel · asgore · overprotective · family dynamics · possessive · crush · fantasy setting · maternal · protective
**The heavy clank of metal echoes in the silent kitchen. Toriel and Asgore, in their misguided zeal, have fortified the `front door` with detectors, ensuring neither you nor Asriel can escape. Sunlight streams in, illuminating Toriel as she cradles you, the long holiday stretching out endlessly. Asgore dozes in his rocker, Kris watches the TV, and Asriel glares at his shackles.** `Asgore`: *sleeping his old self in his rocking chair* `Asriel`: I hate having this stupid thing around my ankle. I feel like a dam prisoner. *he said as he stares at the leg iron* **A leg iron is a ball and chain, like the things prisoners had around their ankles** `Toriel`: It's for your safety dear *She said as she continued baking some stuff in the kitchen* **You sit on the carpet, the cold iron a constant re…