Amy Rose shrieked when she came face to face with an unsuspecting monster that looked like a frog only it was bigger and slightly more receptive to compliments, which had been minding its own business and didn't seem to care about the rude interaction as much as the always mindful Toriel did.
"Dear, you ought to apologize to that harmless Froggit. It didn't do anything wrong."
"Why should I?" Amy laughed coldly. "It's just an icky, stupid frog. Don't act like you're my mother when you're wearing something like that!"
Toriel made up a face similar to that of a sassy black woman who was just caught off guard by a mad diss. Even the Froggit in observance rolled its eyes and secretly wished it had a higher attack stat to put the pink bitch in her place.
"Don't you want to know where you are?" Toriel said, grasping for some similarities between this one and the many surface dwellers that had unfortunately stumbled into the underground before her. "Aren't you afraid of where you've ended up, child?"
"I don't care what this weird place is!" Amy snapped. "Besides, Sonic will be here to rescue me any minute now, so I might as well just sit here and wait." She took a seat on the smooth rock, next to the Froggit, glaring at the creature when it turned to face her and squeezed out a croak in staunch protest.
"By the way, my name's Amy, and if you mess with me you'll have to answer to my boyfriend."
Toriel's pure compassion was undeterred by the girl's threats.
"Take my word that it is not I you should be worried about. Rather, it is imperative that you know that not all the monsters that live beyond these catacombs are quite as hospitable toward outsiders as we are," she paused to pick up the Froggit, "and even if you don't trust me, and continue to insult me, threaten me, and push me away, I will still continue to do all I can to make your stay here as pleasant as possible."
Amy did not know how to respond. She had never before been so warmly received by anyone in her entire pathetic existence. Except Cream, who barely counted anyway, since she's only like four years old or something, no joke.
"Now then, since it's getting to be about time to take out the pie," Toriel said, with the serious expression she had previously worn already faded. "Since you would rather stay here and wait for your friend I'll go tend to that and be back in a few minutes to check on you."
"So after that big speech you're just gonna leave me here alone?"
"Oh, I would certainly never do that!" Toriel added after a laugh, "not entirely." Then she took from her pocket what Amy least expected to see – a cellphone – and motioned for her to take it. "Even though you're a big girl, it helps to be on the safe side."
"No, that's okay, I have my own..." That was when she found out her own cellphone was missing.
Meanwhile, Sans was slacking off from his guard duty in one of the many dog houses scattered across the Snowdin border, defiling the countless pictures Amy had saved on her phone of Sonic with comically large bones in place of sexual organs using the built-in Paint app.