Underfell X Reader

Toriel

The puzzles were easier this time now that everything wasn't exactly the new. Carefully, Bennett pulled on the levers and the croak from before called out for help. You hurried over to the froggit and picked up its slimy body. Its breathing was labored as you searched for the injury. A burn blistered the skin on its side. It's still warm.

You remembered Toriel's fire magic and quickly looked around. Even with yours and Bennett's plans, you still have the same anxiety as before. The cool breeze drifted by helping you notice the similar flow of cloth. Toriel stood not too far back, her same insane look on her face.

"Hello, my children. It's time to go home now." She spoke in monotone, like she didn't really care how anyone else felt. You decided to leave the speaking to Bennett. That's when you noticed a fine dust had replaced the froggit.

"Okay... Mom..." His voice was shaky.

Toriel smiled and grabbed our arms. She seemed pleased with our behavior. Before we knew it we were back in front of her house. So far so good, right?

The moment you could, you pulled Bennett off to the side to chat with him. "How's Flowey?" You whispered. Flowey poked his head out and forced a smile before returning to the purse. "Are you sure she can change?"

Bennett nodded. "Trust me."

You sighed and found your way to the room you'll be staying in again. The same dust from before coated the the toys and shelves. It was uncomfortable to breathe in. If only there was a window. Bennett walked in behind you, placing Flowey under the bed, out of direct sight.

"I'll be back, okay?" You said as you left the room, waiting a moment to give them a sorrowful look. They nodded in response.

If it's true Toriel can change... what's she really like? All the time that you were gone and you had only been thinking the worst. They could've been getting along. Did you ruin anything important? Hopefully, it can be even better this time.

The all too familiar 'snail pie' scent clouded the kitchen and dining room. Toriel stood in front of the stove mixing ingredients into a dish. "Is there something you need dear?" She asked, not looking back. Obviously she wasn't intimidated by us. Was it because she didn't think we were a threat or that she just knew she was strong enough to put us down in one swipe?

"Um... I want to... uh, learn more about you?" Your palms grew sweaty as you waited for her response.

"What is there to know? I'm just a silly old lady looking for her children." Her body language was hard to read, almost like she didn't feel anything. Or was hiding something?

"What were their names?" You asked, trying to bond.

Toriel gasped and dropped the wooden spoon she was holding. You backed up, scared she would harm you from the question. Only she didn't, she leaned across the counter and covered her mouth. Tears swelled in her eyes and fell to the counter.

Maybe she just needs space? As you were just about past the table, she stopped you. "Wait," She said.

You turned around and waited for her reply. Toriel was still leaning across the counter, but she glanced at you then back at the pie. "You're not Chara, huh?" She didn't listen for my reply. "They've been gone for a very long time."

Your heart sank. You really wanted to hate this creature for everything she put you through, emotionally and physically. But how can you hate someone that reminds you of yourself? Lost and missing the ones you love.

"What happened to them?" Toriel sighed and threw the pie in the trash. You looked at her puzzled.

"Why don't I tell you to a nice dinner?" You nodded to her. "I'll tell you three when it's ready."