Toriel stares into the empty bedroom, idly noticing the dusty picture frame and the untouched toys. She moves forward to smooth down the bedsheets, noticing a few brown hairs on the pillow.
"Please be safe, my child," she whispers, softly, the anguish seeping through her voice. There is no response, and she knows there will never be.
Toriel moves to the door of the bedroom, slipping it shut after her and hearing the distinct click of the lock. With a heavy heart, she sulks into her living room, the scent of burning wood reaching her twitching nose. The fire eats, licks, consumes the dry wood she had gotten just the other day. She wonders if fire will one day consume the child that had left her care; eating, licking at their burning flesh with loud crackles of triumph.
Her body stiffens for a few moments, and she wordlessly slips into her armchair, gripping the arms with shaking paws.
"I failed my children," she murmurs, sadly, to herself, lowering her head to stare at her lap. She fidgets uncomfortably and fiddles with her paws, not really sure of what to do next.
There is a buzzing that fills the room, and for a brief moment Toriel is confused. Then she realizes what the noise is and reached out for her cell phone.
"Hello?" she asks into the phone, her face wrinkling into a bewildered expression, wondering who would be calling her at all.
"Hi Toriel!" the childish voice of Frisk exclaimed from the other side of the line. "It's me!"
"F - frisk?" Toriel stutters into the receiver, briefly shocked. A few moments later, she is smiling into the receiver, tears falling from her wide eyes.
"Yeah, it's me!" Frisk says, almost too cheerfully, from the other end of the phone. "You said I shouldn't come back, but you never said anything about not calling you. So, Mother, how are things going?"
Toriel smiles even wider through her tears, choking on her words, "Things are going much better now that you called, my child. Thank you."
Hi guys! It's Mewtwo here, and for those of you that have known me for awhile, you most likely know that I detested Undertale. But I got the game last night and I'm addicted, I swear. Do you know how hard I cried when I accidentally killed Toriel? And then the game KNEW, of all things.