She was losing it. How could a child so innocent and young want to commit suicide? What has the world done to harm such a child. Ronny was nothing, but sweet and a loving child. A child she had always wanted.
Toriel. She wanted to rip her fur off. She wanted to break something. She couldn't bottle this up. Just needed to put something aflame.
She couldn't. She didn't want to startle Papyrus that was just in the other room. She didn't want to cause a ruckus. She didn't want to be the center of attention, someone else needs that right now. Most importantly, she was too fragile at this point. Anything might just break her here and now.
She tried not to think about it. It won't leave her mind. Need to make it stop. It just keeps coming back. She didn't make a peep.
She just let the tears flow as the never ending thoughts and accusations went. Was it her fault? How could she let this go so far? Why didn't she see that she wasn't feeling well? What happened? Oh, was Ronny not happy? Did she...
"...not love me?"
Toriel couldn't handle it. She needed to sleep. But how can she sleep when the dark understandings kept overriding her system. Her brain. Her mind. Please make it stop.
"Oh, oh dear child. Oh, please. Make it stop. Oh, please."
Why wouldn't the overwhelming beliefs stop bombarding her space. She needed her space, her personal bubble. She needed her child.
Breathe.
In and out.
Just.
Breathe.
The river finally halted. She laid in bed. Remembered the happy thoughts. And fell...
Into a dark abyss.
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an undertale fic (discontinued)
Fanfictionso basically i was gonna create an animation following an animated story that would continue as a story but no longer liked the story idea. also i didn't know what else to write. so this is basically discontinued even tho it was never published to b...
