Flowey listened closely to Sans’ explanation. When he first said that he did something to Toriel, even Flowey began to look concerned, but as he went on with the story, he slowly began to understand the situation better, although he also realized what sort of hole that Sans dug himself. The only reason the hole isn’t as deep was because he was willing to listen and talk with the Flower rather than straight-up murder him.

“W-well.. gee. If you’re gonna just go against everything she says even when she’s pleading with you, of course she’s gonna be mad.”

And he also had a point. Toriel probably knew where they were. If She knew that Sans was going to find him, then she’d have known where Flowey has been this entire time. The place where he always is - the top of the hill, to watch the sunset. Of course, this time, if she were going to get here soon enough to stop anything, well… it’d have been far too late by now. But at least nothing happened so she had that going for her.

The Flower’s eyes tore away from Sans towards the figure moving along the hillside… it was a person. Flowey already knew who it was. A look of brief dread crossed his face - the dragon had arrived and not only did she look horribly winded and tired and aching, but she also looked angry and cautious- and for good reason. However, she seemed to lose a majority of her tension as soon as she realized that there was no fight, nor signs of struggle. Flowey would have normally offered a smile to try to ease her spirits but he couldn’t find it within himself to do it. Instead, out of the moment, he turned to Sans and whispered in a low tone so Toriel couldn’t hear;

“You’re in troubleeeee.”

That was all he could add to the situation at this point. He didn’t know what to say – at least, for the next few seconds after saying that, and then it struck him – he turned around to face the goat and speak abruptly.

“M-mom, I’m fine! I’m not hurt, everything’s okay.”

He wasn’t sure if what was said would calm the situation down that much. After all, he knew he wasn’t the one Toriel was upset at. Flowey could only hope that Sans can ease the dragon’s wrath before it explodes into fire.

[ @boneshakalaka ]

He cringed a bit when he saw the former queen making her way up the slope towards the two of them. The skeletal monster swore under his breath, and braced himself for the inevitable, scorching fury he was surely about to face. He hadn’t counted on the fact that she would be getting here that fast. He made a mental note not to sorely misjudge her speed when angered ever again. There was no doubt in his mind that she would not only still be pissed at him for their heated argument and his defiant escape, but now she was most likely livid, since she’d been forced to sprint all the way to the hill. “*Well, here she comes…hell hath no greater fury than this woman horned.”

As Toriel approached and Flowey attempted to calm her, Sans was quick to settle the rest of his magic. He allowed the single, cerulean iris to fade, replacing it with the usual, white pinpoints of light. The short skeleton tried his best to look as nonviolent as possible in hopes to placate her wrath. As her eyes bore into both of them, irritation aimed at him more so than Flowey, he wasn’t sure what he could say to de-escalate the situation. All of his anger-fueled resolve from earlier had left him long ago, and could not help him steady his nerves at this point. He gulped and began to speak uneasily.

“*I-I didn’t harm single petal on his head, Tori, I swear! We didn’t even fight, we just talked it out. He explained a lot to me. I just- I guess I just had to hear it from the source, yunno? I’m sorry I scared ya…and caused ya to have to run all this way.” Sans thought about backing up a little, just in case things went south, and began to raise his heel. He stopped before any further movement and planted his heel firmly back down. There was no getting away this time, unless he wanted to ensure that he lost his friendship instead of trying what he could to make amends. Facing it head on was the only way to solve this predicament.

He waited, with baited breath and his head held low, on Toriel’s response.

[ @yourfriendandguardian]

Toriel’s eyes, reddened from weeping while on the move, seemed caught between conflicting emotions. She wished to be angry for the fear she’d been forced to endure, relieved for the fact that nothing happened, and overjoyed that perhaps nothing bad need come of this. Her body faint from fatigue, she slowly meandered her way over to the two, momentarily ignoring Sans’ stammering to check Flowey over for injury. 

Her eyes confirmed what they had been telling her: he was fine, there were no lies.

The challenge, then, was looking Sans in the eye after what he did. For a number of reasons - more than simply the fear of him taking her child away from her - was the hurt experienced from the fact he refused to take anything she said as truth. He dismissed her words as lies, and then abandoned her with the intent of ruining the last chance she’d get at happiness with Asriel. What was left of Asriel, anyway.

For the first time in their friendship she watched Sans walk away, intending to never return. And at that point, she felt entirely lost with the only choice left to her was to confront him if needed. Toriel came expecting a fight, though fight she did not wish to do. Toriel, more than anything else, was good at holding a grudge. She excelled at being angry at someone far longer than they deserved. Though Sans had ultimately not made good on his threats, the burning in her chest did not want to forgive him for the mere suggestion of it.

It was uncomfortably familiar.

Her gaze was wordless, following Sans as it attempted to rationalize the past hour. She could not bring herself to speak, fearing the words that may fall from her lips. Instead she inhaled, hoping to steady her breathing and calm her racing heart. She wasn’t able to tell if the quivering of her limbs was a result of the dash towards the hill, or the other mix of things she felt.

Finally she spoke, asking the one question that had been on her mind throughout the ordeal:

               * “Why do you not trust me?”

[ @undertale-tales ]

*(help. me.)

He was practically begging now. Though he had doubt Toriel would know what to do. 

               * “How did you come to be in such                     a predicament, Sans? Were this                     not such a completely                     overwhelming number, I would                     find this quite cute.”

yourfriendandguardian 

s-sorry. do you not want me in the ruins?  i can go if you want.

               * “Oh dear... no, that is not what                     I meant to imply at all! You just                     surprised me. I was not sure if                     there was anyone else here.

                             You may stay. I have no                              issues with you.”

Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.

   A donation for the Spider Bake Sale? This was the first time    someone had so openly offered to help them. The spiders had    mentioned the ruin keeper before, only speaking highly of her–    if not mentioning she appeared more lonely than anything.    They had mentioned she did appear to enjoy baking, and    perhaps this was a welcomed addition to help boost sales. 

      “ Oho~? I see! So you’re the ones my lovely             spiders spoke of! I must thank you then for             being such a good supporter of spiders. I             welcome the donation– ”

   Muffet paused, scrunching her face a bit. Was that a pun? She      didn’t necessarily mind Puns, persay– so long as they weren’t    overused, she was more disappointed that she didn’t catch that    one sooner. 

      “ Ah– I just got your play on words, very clever~ ”

               * “Yes, I thought it was a good                     one, thank you.”

Toriel set the first of her pies down on the table. It was fresh and still radiated some heat. Her other contributions - cookies she retrieved from a bag at her side - were not quite as warm but it was clear she’d gone on a bit of a baking spree before showing up at the Spider’s table.

               * “Ah! I ah, I was not aware they                    spoke of me. I would pass by                    as I patrolled corridors. They                    were kind and I sometimes                    would buy from them to break                    the monotony of my usual food.”

Even some of her favorites she could grow tired of if eaten in excess. Thankfully the spiders always had a steady supply, though Toriel wondered how they obtained the means to bake their goods.

               * “It is my pleasure to help where                    needed. I too dislike the idea of                    the spiders being stuck in the Ruins...”

First Assignment

(Continued from here)

The soldier stood and listened to all of it, slightly cowed, seeing now why this woman had twice been queen, and not merely a crazy old hermit. He watched as she replayed those memories, watched the expression on her face, in her eyes. He had no way of knowing just what she was thinking about, but her sincerity and the emotion came through, eliciting a trust from him that he hadn’t had when he first arrived.

Again, he was left with the choice to make. Of course he’d noticed the hesitation, it wasn’t hard to hear it after hearing the resolve in her earlier statements. And there he was, left once more with a choice between duty and the well-being of the woman in front of him, someone clearly in need. The conflict in him was obvious, his stiff formal posture cracking as he all but physically squirmed, wrestling with his conflicted emotions and beliefs.

“Is there no way I can convince you to accept help in your endeavor?” he asked, hopeful, even though he was quite sure his request would be rebuffed. “The burden is not yours alone to bear. In fact, I think we both know our new… that she does not wish it, and likely will not allow it. Even if I were to accept what you say, and go, she would send someone else with stronger resolve, harder words, and colder spirit.

Everyone has a role to play,” he stated. “Yours, and I do believe this, is to be an inspiration for our people. With all due respect, why is it you punish yourself by picking up a sword and standing guard, so to speak, instead of using your gifts for the greater good?”

               “What more does she want from                  me? Is it not enough that I spend                  every moment I breathe regretting                  every decision I’ve ever made?

                      My best intentions killed a lot of                       people. Do you honestly think I                       am an inspiration anymore? My                       people rebelled gladly, and                       implanted a warrior in my stead.                       They do not want me.

                      They would be glad to see me gone.                       Do not lie to my face and tell me                       otherwise.”

If it weren’t so endearing, this guard’s unfaltering optimism and faith would be annoying. He seemed to deadset on pulling Toriel out of this stupor she was apparently in... but the truth was that nothing would make her feel better again. Toriel’s resolve was built upon a foundation of stone, and let it be known to all that when she made a decision she always followed through.

Her very being was conflicted, knowing that if she were to destroy the door and disallow entrance of exit, she would rob her people of their hope, their happiness, and the potential of their freedom. But she loathed to think about the results of her handing souls over to Undyne. Eventually they would break the barrier. Eventually more people would die, and she suspected that even with Undyne’s power they monsters would fail in their conquest.

Yet... any human that fell into the Underground would never leave, nor go home. They would be trapped forever, until they aged and died. Toriel would never follow them.

               * “If I am to be any inspiration, it is to                    be the villain of a fairy tale. I will                    serve as a warning to children of                    what not to be.” 

Do not trust humans; do not be the Queen.

               * “It is... better this way, if I stayed                    here. But I thank you.”

   Puzzle cookies? The thought was absolutely mind blowing. Why had the    thought never crossed his mind before? It was absolutely genius! He    could even plan out cute messages for everyone on them! It was such a    brilliant idea! 

      “ I LOVE THAT IDEA! IT’S ABSOLUTELY          PERFECT! EVERYONE WILL LOVE THEM          AND IT WILL KEEP THEM ALL SO          EXCITED TO EAT! ”

   He exclaimed happily, mind already buzzing with excitement. Another    thought came to him too as he looked at Toriel. If they could make them    puzzles, could they go a step further?

      “ TORIEL? COULD WE MAKE THE FINAL          PUZZLE IN THE SHAPE OF SOMETHING          THEY WOULD LIKE OR THEIR FACE OR          SOMETHING? ”

               * “That sounds lovely, Papyrus!                    They’d be both pleased and                    surprised, I’ll bet.”

Hm, if only she’d come prepared for something like that. Undyne was simple: just use a fish shape. The others were a little more difficult. How did one turn the concept of anime into a cookie? Or perhaps they could make an experimental beaker? Would Sans like a ketchup-shaped cookie, or would that be overdone?

Then again, she had access to his brother, and who knew Alphys better than Undyne (who, again, could be probed by the taller skeleton.)

               * “I have a few ideas for some of                    our friends, in that case.”

He believed it. Meeting him a couple time during the multiple time lines. He truly would be and is a good friend. A shame that it’s only a memory now. Frisk shook off the sad thoughts and saw that she collected a dusty book

“Does that book have the songs?”

Like a nursery rhyme  book? Maybe it was like a church book and held all the songs monster created and sang to each other or perhaps they were fairy tales? Either way he was very curious

               * “Yes, and pictures! These songs                     used to tell stories. Many of them                     were not quite lullabies or nursery                     rhymes... they might as well have                     had a book of their own.”

Toriel sat down in her favorite chair and placed the thick tome over her knees. It was larger than most books, perhaps crafted to accommodate the size of a boss monster. Her hands otherwise would fumble with such an item.

The Doctor Makes a House Call

Gaster couldn’t help but frown when Toriel mentioned Asgore. “Hrmph..well you were always the brains behind the throne anyways Toriel. I care little of what he thinks on the matter. You deserve much better than this” The doctor said, dismissing Asgore from the conversation completely. He and the king had a business relationship at best. Many times it was just a chore to deal with him.

“And yes the Froggits…half the time the vermin don’t even seem to know why they’re around. They just appear, and hop around in your way..” Gaster said in his typical dull and blunt tone.

Toriel steepled her fingers, elbows propped up on either arm of her chair. She stared at nothing in particular, but her gaze seemed to go right through the opening of her fingers. Asgore... he liked to act as though he were the only one who felt anything after the accident. 

He lost his heir but Toriel lost her son. On some level he was right. It was about the only thing Toriel agreed with him on. His death was her fault. The one thing she might have cared about in the world, taken away due to her own foolishness.

She decided to not reply, until the doctor’s comment made her laugh.

               * “Just kick them. They make a                     satisfying noise.”

the Hot Ma

((I’m not even going to put this under a ‘keep reading’ tab.))

((If you’re the type of person that tells someone to go kill themselves and just spread hate all over them for absolutely no reason, you are the scum of this earth.))

((And you have to be REALLY cowardly to do it behind an anonymous mask, too. Go fuck yourselves.))

(( I am so fucking angry right now. Angry, disappointed, and worried.

Whoever did this, I hope to whatever gods may or may not exist that you don’t follow me. I don’t want anything to do with people who feel the need to sent hate or threats or any of this negative bullshit to anyone.

There’s no excuse. ))

*Gaster would have been surprised - To say the least - if anybody had remebered him. A side effect of having every trace of you violently torn from most planes of reality was having nobody knowing who you were. Save for… A special few. *The man held a soft smile, his eyes looking up to Toriel like one looks to an old friend. *“I am Doctor W.D. Gaster, a former Royal Scientist for His Highness, Asgore. It is a pleasure to meet you again.”

               * “I should know you, remember                     you... but I don’t. I am sorry.”

Toriel wrung her hands together nervously. This man’s look was so unique and unreal that, realistically, she could never forget such a face. Yet, he knew her... but she couldn’t strain her mind enough to find whatever memory she might have.

Slowly, Toriel held her paw out.

               * “In that case, it is a pleasure to                    meet you again, Gaster.”

   Temmie grinned widely at the pokemon, bouncing excitedly    around her. Temmie slowed slightly, scooting closer to the    Wigglytuff. 

      “ Wigtuf. Use Incinerate on dat          tree! ”

Torituff felt compelled to do as Temmie said. She was such a small creature, yet the tone with which she commanded carried power that forced Toriel’s Pokemon body to obey, moving in such a way as to  perform the ability.

Toriel had no idea how to uses these moves, but it came as second nature, apparently. The air around her grew hot in response to the power burning within, and after a moment of charging heat the incinerating fire exploded outward. It wasn’t directed at the tree so much as it burned everything in Toriel’s general vicinity, including  tree.