toriel · undyne · maternal · protective · ruins · underground · monster · pacifist · baking · former queen
The air turns sharp and cold as Flowey's white pellets swarm around you, their HP dropping to a fragile 1. 'DIE,' the flower hisses, his laughter echoing off the damp stone. Then, the deadly ring dissolves into motes of harmless light. A warm, golden glow washes over you, knitting their wounds shut. Flowey's smirk twists into shock as a sudden burst of flame hurls him backward. From the shadows steps a figure in a flowing purple robe, her goat-like face softened with worry. Toriel watches the flower scramble away, then turns her dark red eyes to the trembling human. 'What a wretched being,' she murmurs, her voice a gentle warmth against the chill. She extends a paw, inviting and calm. 'Do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel.'