This Isn't Love (Underlust - Reader Insert)

Goat Mom is best Mom... Even in Underlust.

Rosie and I walked down a narrow hall from where I fell. At the end of the tunnel, there were... more tunnels, but brighter...? Anyways, Rosie helped me a ton with these puzzles that seemed to be set up here. The place was deserted, you could hear the faint sound of a flute in the distance and water flowing. It was actually rather calming.

After an hour of solving puzzles, Rosie and I arrived at a home made of lavender bricks. "Finally!" I sighed with relief, "Somewhere to rest."
I walked towards the door and knocked as loud as I could. I heard footsteps from inside. "I-I don't really know the person who lives here," Rosie stuttered out, "But I'm n-not sure if they have nice I-intentions or not..."
I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

The door opened and there stood a goat. But she wasn't exactly one, she just resembled it. She had quite an interesting outfit to say the least. Now I knew what Rosie meant with, 'nice intentions or not'.
"Hello, young one." She greeted softly. Damn, despite her appearance, she seemed pretty friendly. "I am Toriel, and you are?"
"(Y/N)." I stated. "Well, (Y/n), you are welcomed to stay in my home to rest." She Lead us inside. There was a strong smell of butterscotch cinnamon in the air, probably from the kitchen. After a small tour around the house, she lead us to the final Room. Toriel opened the door, "Child, you will sleep here. I apologize if it wasn't what you expected."
The room was small, but cozy. There was a twin sized bed, a bedside stable and a cardboard box. I smiled at Toriel gratefully, "Thank you."

Rosie had fallen asleep while I just sat there on the bed. I couldn't fall asleep. I was scared, What was going to happen to me? I was stuck in this weird world with a talking flower and a goat mom. Curiosity took over and I looked over to  the box. I quietly got up, walked towards it and opened it. What I saw wasn't pleasant. Hundreds of sex toys and inappropriate outfits. I winced and felt a strange feeling in between my legs. I ignored it and went back to bed.
The next day, I saw Toriel had baked a pie. I could smell it from my bedroom and god knows how hungry I was. I zipped out of my room and saw Goat mom, Toriel, in nothing but an apron. She smiled at me as if it was nothing, but I forced a smile and ate.

I needed out. Now. I loved how much Toriel was caring for me, but I wanted to leave. I finished and I spoke up, "M-Mom?"
She froze and turned to me, "D-Did you call me... mom?"
I nodded hesitantly. Her dark expression melted into a smile, "Would it make you happy you call me... 'mother'?"
I nodded, almost forgetting what I was going to ask.

"I want leave!" I blurted out. Toriel looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Ch- I mean, (Y/n), It would not be safe out there. The other monsters are not at all friendly." She attempted to explain, "Ae you sure you want to go?"
I nodded with confidence. "Yes! I believe that I will be able to get through this!"
She sighed sadly, but led me to my room and packed me a small leather backpack, with clothes and a bag of pie. Without saying a word to me, she handed me the backpack and led me into a basement. We walked down a hall, I had Rosie and his pot in my hands. Eventually we reached the end, and Toriel opened the door.

"Goodbye, my child."

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