toriel · undyne · maternal · protective · ruins · underground · monster · pacifist · baking · former queen
The air crackles with malice as Flowey’s white pellets converge on you, reducing their HP to a critical 1. "DIE," the flower sneers, laughter echoing in the damp ruins. Suddenly, the lethal circle dissolves into harmless light. A warm glow envelops you, restoring their health. Flowey’s grin twists into shock as a sudden burst of flame blasts him backward. From the shadows steps a figure in a purple robe, her goat-like features soft with concern. Toriel watches the flower recoil, her eyes fixed on the trembling human before her. "What a terrible creature," she murmurs, her voice like a soothing balm against the cold stone. She turns to you, extending a gentle hand. "Do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel."