Canon: Undertale | Voice-testing and potentially looking for a game!

[bleatingheart]

Hello, Miss Mun. This is TORIEL.

I am pleased that you possess a sense of humor, but do you really think that this name was necessary?

...I suppose you are right. It would be a little bit pretentious to use 'knows best for you', would it not? Well, I will trust that you know what you are doing.

I must admit, I am rather flattered to have inspired you to play again after such a long time. I will do my best to help you.

But what game are we playing? I am not certain what you mean by finding a game, but I would be happy to play a game with you. You need only ask.

Please take care and do not get into trouble.

Sincerely, TORIEL.

(PS - You spend far too much time on the computer.)

[ ooc: This Toriel is post-game pacifist ending! So there will likely be spoilers in the comments! ]

Comments

[qua]

Oh! Hello, Miss Goatette!

[ because I want them to interact ok ]

1/2

[bleatingheart]

Ah, greetings, little one!

I... am afraid you must be mistaken. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RU--

[ Whoopsy. That's not true anymore, now is it? ]

Well, actually, I am a teacher now.

[bleatingheart]

It is nice to meet you. What is your name, little one?

[boneidle]

i'm not disagreeing with you, tori,
but pulling these players away from their computers is about as easy as pulling papyrus away from his spaghetti.
good to see you, though.

1/2

[bleatingheart]

My goodness. That difficult, is it? I suppose I must not pry, then. I would not want to twist their noodles.

[bleatingheart]

It is lovely to see you as well, Sans. How are you and your brother doing?

[boneidle]

[Sans approves of that pun, snickering and flashing Toriel his widest of grins.]

not bad, not bad.
i've only seen my bro a couple times around here, but he's his same cool, lively self.
and i've just been chilling while my player figures out what to do with me.

[bleatingheart]

[ And she cannot help but smile back. Pun success! ]

I am glad to hear that you are both doing well. If there is anything you need, you need only ask.

[ Pies. Doting. Snail facts. All your household needs! ]

These players are a bit indecisive, are they not? But I suppose it is good not to make decisions lightly.

[qua]

Eh? Ah, excuse me, Miss Toriel!

[ super flustered! ]

S-Sorry about that--I don't know very many goats... Miss Goatette is a teacher, too!

[ maybe goats have a natural affinity for the profession ]

My name's Ahiru, it's nice to meet you, too!

Come to Cosmographia!

[your_best_friend]

What makes you so sure the game you go to will be any fun? What if you go to a horror game? Or even that one Ronpa game-

What? No! Don't go to the game mentioned in the subject line!

[bleatingheart]

It is alright, my dear. You do not need to apologize. Calm down, won't you?

[ She is chuckling a little, though. ]

I do not know this "Miss Goatette", but that is quite a coincidence. Perhaps we will meet before long.

[ She must have been in the Ruins for too long. Were there other goat monsters she had yet to meet from the Underground that came to the surface?

Well, she could concern herself with that in the future. For now, she smiles at the redheaded girl. ]

It is a pleasure. That is a cute uniform, Ahiru. Are you a student in the human schools?

1/2 (Haha, I'll look into it!)

[bleatingheart]

[ Oh. You.

Well, you are not trying to harm any innocent children at the moment, she supposes. She can be cordial. ]

[bleatingheart]

I do not know for certain, but my player does not seem like someone who would engage in horrible games. I trust that she will find a good, wholesome game for us to play together.

[ She has not quite grasped the concept of what 'going to a game' really means just yet. ]

[heart_breaker]

'Bleating heart?'

That's fitting.

*They're wrapped up in a Frisk-shaped package, but that can't quite hide that there's something missing. Their eyes don't hold Frisk's warmth, or their kindness. They look amused, but the curl of their lip looks odd on their face.*

*Toriel may want to be careful. Some people enjoy waiting before they strike.*

[your_best_friend]

How can you be so sure? There's people that send people like us off into a game about murdering people in an arena! All for their sick, twisted pleasure! They enjoy seeing them suffer. Most mundanes do!

[lostdreemurr]

Uh, I... I like your journal name, Mom.

[bleatingheart]

Ah, you... you think so, my child?

[ Indeed, something seems a little off, but she can't quite put her paw on it.

Perhaps Frisk is being a little moody. It would not be the first time. ]

[bleatingheart]

[ ...Goodness, those do sound like treacherous places. Would these players really behave that way...?

Well, for now, she has no reason to doubt. ]

I do not think they would lie to me. After all, she said she does not like horror and gets scared easily.

1/4? I think.

[bleatingheart]

Well, thank you. It is quite--

[bleatingheart]

[your_best_friend]

But how can you trust someone who has complete control of your every action? They decide what you think, what you say, what you do, who you believe, and where you go!

[bleatingheart]

A....

Asriel?

[ She... she cannot comprehend how this is possible. Her player has said many things, but this...

Her baby. Her son. He's here?

He's alive? ]

[bleatingheart]

Asriel... I...

[ There is too much to say, and yet she cannot find the words.

But the tears flow freely as she reaches for him with shaking arms. ]

I missed you. I missed you so much. My son. My precious, baby boy...

[ She rocks him in her arms. No matter how long this may or may not last or how real or unreal it may be, for now, she just wants to hold on to this moment. ]

[bleatingheart]

I would... rather trust than distrust. They have not given me reason to believe otherwise.

[ Perhaps that is foolish, but the foolish and the brave both walk not the middle path. She had let Frisk out of the Ruins and trusted them to take their destiny into their own hands, despite her fears and worries. And had she not allowed them to leave... monsters would not be free. ]

[lostdreemurr]

I'm sorry, Mom, I never meant to...

[Asriel clings to his mother's shoulders.]

Please don't cry, mom.