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ind. pri. sel. toriel. {IN DEVELOPMENT}

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We do bad things because it’s fun. We love to do them because it’s easy to do bad things. But when we still do the good things, despite all of that? When we help someone out, and not expect a thing in return? When we give what we can, even when we don’t have a lot ourselves? Yeah, it’s not easy. Yeah, it’s tough. Yeah, we want to be selfish and mean because that’s how the world works. But you know something?

            — Who ever said being good was easy?

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why tall friends are great

they are towering fortresses good for taking shelter from sun, rain, and vicious birds

excellent hiding spot

they provide a path in crowds so we small ones can get through

can use as large pillows 10/10 would recommend

drawbacks

what do their faces look like

they’re always looking around like ‘SHIT where did my small friend go did i lose them’ worry not tall friend i am down here

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hugs are very boob

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Eyebrows quirk as she watches how deep in thought Frisk looked, a grin appearing on her expression for a second, before her child suggested a pancake. She slightly suspected Frisk would request pie, but it seems that would be for another day.  Toriel hums for a few seconds, before nodding.

“Of course! You could help me make it too, is that alright?” She tilts her head in question.

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She smiles, paws raising to wrap around the child. Toriel was quite happy, this was the first gift she’s received in, well, months.The child’s gift was a delight, bringing a smile to her expression. She quickly gave Frisk a tight hug, releasing them from her grasp quickly after.

“I am? Well, I might as well put it on the fridge, so we can see it every day.” 

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“No no! Please! Help yourself. I can make others, you know. This isn’t the only butterscotch cinnamon pie I’ve made.” She beams, raising a paw to pat the other’s head.

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The tone the other had made Toriel very wary. This was their child, right? There was nothing to be afraid of. But they seemed very..different. This couldn’t be good.

“But…uh, okay. Whatever you say..”

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The child pulled their arms up to their chest. It had been long since anyone considered Geno their child. Those words were bitter to them. Geno wore a rather blank face, paying little mind to Toriel.

“ * Glad we’re on the same terms. “

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“Why can’t I call you, ‘child’? Is there something wrong with that word?”

She squints, wondering what was up with... Frisk.

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Toriel was right, Alistair was supposed to be evil. Then again, he had been told even the worst people could change before. Now, he was proof of that, and he was very glad to be.

“What type of pie? I’m not really that picky, honestly. But could you go with butterscotch cinnamon pie, perhaps?” 

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“Ooh.. I have that! Just give me a moment.” She grins, and walks quickly to the kitchen, starting to get the butterscotch cinnamon pie. Toriel walks back out, with the pie in hand.

“I had one in case Frisk would want one, but I guess you can have it.” She shrugs, placing it on the table.

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Toriel nods, patting the child’s head with her paw, as she stared at the photo even more. Her eyes would turn into hearts if they could. She quickly folds it, and stuffs it carefully in the pocket of her robe.

“Yes! Eternity. Is... that okay?”

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      “Uh… yeah,” he starts to respond, unsure of how to… tell her that he’s… “I’m… Chara, I guess.” The word holds a bitter taste on his tongue, one of dust once rumored to taste like SUGAR, only to accentuate the buttercups stinging against the back of his throat. “What’s up, Miss Toriel?” He can’t bring himself to call her ‘mom’ anymore. He doesn’t know why.

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Chara was right there, just standing in front of her. Something seemed a bit, peculiar. But she couldn’t put her finger on it, so she’ll put that thought to the back of her mind. Toriel would try to read his expression, one that she can’t end up making out. It seemed strange, she didn’t feel sorrow at the sight of her lost child, but instead just, confusion. “My child... hello. How have... you been?”