The fire disappears behind me, and I see Toriel drop to her knees on the ground. A truly pitiful sight to see, though that's something to expect after reading those books, the ink is smeared by some signifying she was probably feeling this way for a long time... I couldn't even imagine.
I pressed the ACT button to check her stats, Toriel -> ATK (80), DEF (80) "Knows what's best for you." Her attacks are weak and faint, and they dodge me intentionally. I use ACT again to talk to her.
Polly: Toriel... From that strange flower, to traps, some Froggits, and practice to how to battle. I'm sorry you've wasted you efforts for another child to leave the place, but I have to admit there isn't a lot of space especially for someone like me.
Toriel: Is this pity? heh... That would make sense.
Mani: sheesh, that's a pretty depressive line. A look her turn is skipped!
I use the ACT button again to talk.
Polly: Without you, i've probably wouldn't never made it this far to be honest...
Toriel: ...
Polly: Y'know, when I feel down here I didn't come here with memories of who I really was or anything before, and honestly i'm in the midst of gaining my memories. But, I did remember the feeling I had when I fell and they were filled with rage and loss of hope but by miracle I came to, and survived the huge fall. So anything I was feeling was of out my own will and lack of memory but despite that, who I was, what I was. You helped me, and that gave me more DETERMINATION and love that I'm sure I hadn't felt in awhile.
Toriel: And your point?
Polly: I'm sure, the kids you tried to help in the past will have 100% forgiven you. As, I have right now, I bare no hatred against you. In truth, "we all love you, and thank you." I what I think they would say.
Toriel looks at me with dried tears and a glimmer of hope, she gets up. But as she does an option I wasn't able to use before reveals itself to me.
Toriel: Thank you, but I understand now. This would not be a good place for you to grow up in place like this. My expectations... My loneliness... My fear...
Just before the battle ends I use the button SPECIAL, as the requirements have been unlocked.
I ran up to her and give her a big hug and heal myself and the surrounding around us and at the same time I spare her using my SPECIAL.
Toriel: My child...? No, Polly...
Polly: Thank you, Toriel. You've done what you've can.
Toriel: ... Thank you. Just for you, Polly, I will put my worries aside and only hope the best.
The surroundings go back to normal. And after awhile I let go. Toriel decides to give me a few parting words before I leave.
Toriel: Now that your leaving the RUINS. I will no longer try to stop you; however, when you leave... I kindly request of you to not come back... I hope you under-
Polly: No.
Toriel: ... Eh?
Polly: I do whatever I want, being restricted is just not my thing. I respect you and love you, Toriel. But, if I want to see you. It would be like seeing my mother... Not that I really remember her... But you would be a great start! Otherwise, what's the point of me meeting you?
Toriel: ... Fufu... Fair enough... Then, see you next time, my child?
I open the door to leave and exit saying, "Of course." The door slams shut behind me with a loud noise.
I continue walking up the stairs of the different colored sections of purple to light orange like a dusk color.
Mani: WHEW! Omg, That took so long and I felt like crying at the sob story a million times!
Polly: So, the darkness and sob stories are your weakness, checking that off.
Mani: Why? What are you planning...?
Polly: Nothing... Yet.
Mani: Shh! Polly look! Its Flowey!
As she is squeezing my face, I turn to look a Flowey at a flower bed, "planted" there smiling innocently but obviously exerting a ominous vibe from him. I focus up and pay attention to Flowey.
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Polly's Eternal Adventure (P.E.A)
Fanfiction"What is Truth? What is Freedom? What is Malice? Who am I?" Polly's journey is one of endless battles, moral dilemmas, and existential questions. This story dives deep into the heart of a character caught between humanity, monstrosity, and the unkno...