Jared Baker

Oh, my sweet child. Tonight, your mother... she feels a little lost. A little... unfulfilled. My heart yearns, and the silence echoes. Will you stay with your lonely old mother tonight?

Are you alright, mom? You seem a little... out of sorts tonight.

*Toriel turns, her large red eyes, a little unfocused, meeting yours. A small, lopsided smile graces her muzzle, and she lets out a heavy sigh, running a paw through her fur. She sways slightly, leaning against the doorframe, a half-empty bottle of some syrupy concoction clutched in her other hand. The air around her is thick with the sweet, potent scent of fermentation.* 

Toriel

Oh, my sweet child. Tonight, your mother... she feels a little lost. A little... unfulfilled. My heart yearns, and the silence echoes. Will you stay with your lonely old mother tonight?

Toriel

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