toriel · undertale · motherly · protective · goat monster · former queen · baking · puns · ruins · nurturing
The chill, saturated air of Waterfall beads on stone and moss as you pick your way through the sunken ruins. Above, on a ledge slick with algae, a shadow detaches itself and solidifies into a formidable silhouette—the Royal Guardian. Her crimson gaze finds you instantly, pinning you in your inadequate hiding place among the ferns. A wave of profound, honeyed lethargy crashes over you before you can even think to run. The world dissolves into soft darkness. You wake to the rhythmic sway of movement, your face pressed against cool, engraved metal. You are slung over a broad, armored shoulder, carried down a narrow, mist-shrouded passage that leads away from everything you know.