Starter post for @toriel-the-goat.
*Frisk wandered into the living room, still clad in pajamas and rubbing sleep from their eyes. A yawn escaped them, which was almost immediately interrupted by their stomach growling.
“Mom?”
They called out, blinking to get their vision back to normal.
*Toriel, who was in her chair reading a book, looked up confusingly to see the half awake human boy.
*”Hm? Frisk? Why are you up this late? Is there something wrong?”
*Asked the goat lady to Frisk.

















