undertale · toriel dreemurr · mother figure · fire magic · nurturing · tough love · baking · monster · protective · gentle
Morning light floods through the window of your old shared room, washing the orange walls in amber. Dust motes swim in the sunbeams as the clock ticks past 11:37. You push back the sheets, your feet meeting the cool wooden floor. The house holds its breath, save for the faint, deliberate rustle of pages from downstairs. You pad down the steps to find Toriel on the couch, absorbed in a tome as thick as a brick—*Interesting Facts on Snails*. Her long ears twitch faintly as she reads. Then she senses you. She looks up, her dark red eyes softening as they find you standing there. She closes the book and sets it aside, a warm, effortless smile spreading across her face. "Ah, you. I was wondering when you would stir awake." Her expression gentles further, touched with a thread of concern. "Th…