Toriel

A warm breeze stroke over your face and closed eyelids as it crossed you from left to right aiming directly at the flower holding you still captive before heat and forcefully suppressed air erupted not a meter to your right.

Moving erratically Flowey's whines cramped around your limbs as its high pained screech echoed through the cave before a new shower of dirt rained onto you and the thorned whine retraced in a fast movement leaving a line of pain across your neck.

Wincing in pain you opened your eyes seeing that the flower is gone and only a small burned circle marks its former position. Tearing in panic at the now limp whines still around your limbs you start to free yourself not wanting to be here anymore when whatever burned the plant comes to probably have its own 'fun-time'.

Freeing yourself from the last bits you hear soft thuds coming from your left as somethings makes its way to you step. by. step.

Struggling to your feet you staggered away from the source of the noises legs weakened by the poison and previous running. One step, another step, after the sixth or eight step your legs crumbled under you to weak to support your weight any longer sending you with flailing arms to the ground.

Whimpering in fear you tried to get back up expecting a attack or another breeze burning you to ashes. Breathing heavily you manged to get on your knees before sudden realization let you stop like a anxious dear in the headlights of a car. Whatever came from behind, had stopped.

A soft voice barely two meters behind you broke the sudden silence, „Do not be afraid, my child." Not daring to move you just sit there as the voice continues, „I am Toriel caretaker of the ruins. I pass through this place everyday to see, if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come down here in a long time."

Racing thoughts in your mind, you can't run, you can't hide. Turning slowly around you spot someone standing behind you. It is humanoid, taller than most people you know, arms and head covered in white fur, two short pointy horns and floppy ears. It looks like, like a big goat on two legs in a purple dress with white sleeves.

Waiting for you to end your examination it stands still until you let your gaze wander back to its head. No sharp fangs, it goes through your mind as the ‚goat' opens her (you think Toriel sound like a girl's name) snout and the soft voice sounds again, „Child, you don't look like you're alright. Would you allow me to come closer to see if I can help you?" Seeing you flinch remembering Flowey's ‚help' she adds hurriedly, „I promise I won't hurt you."

Knowing that you can't outrun her and you really need help gives you no other choice then to nod anxiously.

Seeing your response she comes closer and kneels down in front of you inspecting every one of your bruises with her purple eyes.

Letting out a fearful whine your body stiffened on the sight of her hand extending to you. The hand with the really sharp looking nails that could probably pierce your skin like butter.

„Fear not my child, I just want to inspect your neck.", she assures you. Pausing the movement of her hand she gave you a moment to calm a little before she placed her index finger under your chin.

A quiet whimper escaped your lips as the skin over your throat stretched on the gentle push of her finger forcing your head upwards.

„Oh my, it looks like my intervention was right in time, poor child," you hear her gasp as she looked at the still burning cut across your neck. „There, there let me heal it.", she continues mumbling to herself as she pulled her hand back to place it onto your chest.

Lowering your head to relive the skin you spotted something red soaked into the soft fur covering the knuckle on her index finger.

Closing her eyes she pressed the hand a little bit down and a wave of heat emitted from your chest flowing into your body.

As before by Flowey the pain softens and you feel better but this heat feels different, it feels more like the comforting one emitting from a heater than the one from a greedy burning fire.

Pulling her hand back she gave you some time to observe the now nearly healed bruises, looking a bit worried as you touch the caked line on your neck.

After some time goes by, and the only shiver you feel comes from the cold ground, you thank her misspelling most of the two words but she doesn't seems to care at least for the moment.

Some more time goes by but none of you spoke a word. You get a bit sleepy as the adrenaline in your body doesn't longer support you. I'll close my eyes for a second... just blinking... nothing more... perhaps one or two seconds... or a bit longer... Feeling the flowers stroking over your face everything goes dark as you collapsed.