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thisavrou_log2016-04-08 01:50 pm
inruins) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-08 01:50 pm
Entry tags:
Suddenly I'm overcome
Who: Toriel, Ratchet, Frisk, Sans- Open.
When: April 9th-12th
Where: The Aft, a hallway, library.
What: Toriel learns something that changes how she views a key moment of her past. The boss monster decides she needs time to process this. She decides to process it alone until her friends step in to help her.
Warnings: Depression, emotional breakdowns, talk of suicide. HUGE Undertale spoilers.
[A. Like the stars chase the sun - CLOSED to Ratchet]
After a short exchange on the MID, Toriel meets Ratchet near the mess hall. Uncertainty is settled in her chest though she manages a smile when she catches sight of the lombax waiting for her.
"Hello, Ratchet! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." He had wanted to tell her something, now Toriel almost wondered if she should know.
But if it is about Chara, she needs to know. Hearsay is all she has left of her connection with her child.
[B. And my love is no good- OPEN]
The library is quiet enough Toriel finds herself drawn into it. The possibility of learning or being lost in some new world is far more enticing than what weighs on her mind. A relief from the possibilities she keeps falling into.
It's why she finds herself amongst the shelves and stacks. This is far more books than she has seen in years. She plucks books at random, building up a bit more than she can handle carrying all at once. Her haphazard stacking proves a bit dangerous as she stumbles and the books fly from her grip. Anyone passing by might be hit by a book or find one at their feet. Along with a very large goat monster fallen on the floor, looking aghast at herself.
A low swear escapes her as she fumbles to rise, "I'm so sorry-" She apologizes, an embarrassed flush settling under her fur. "I really didn't- Ah, forgive me."
Everything is coming out wrong and there is not much she can do about it. She plucks up what she can as she finds her footing once again. It is obvious enough in her body language and expression, she's taking a simple mistake much harder than she should.
[C. The damage is already done - CLOSED to close CR.]
Grief is a funny thing. Even when one thinks they know how they'll react to something, they can quickly realize how wrong they were. Toriel is no different on that.
Doing her job is easy enough, checking on her various wards and making sure they're well is comfortable enough to distract her. Kitchen duties offer the same distraction, the same busied work where her mind can't do much but focus on the task she was given. Losing herself in a task is a relief. A way to pretend nothing is wrong. She can fake being social well enough on the surface level, to hide what she's really thinking. No one needs to deal with this but her.
When she has nothing to do, her mind wanders. It makes sleeping nearly impossible. The boss monster's various attempts at sleeping in her quarters prove fruitless at best, frustrating at worst. Before long she finds herself at the aft. Pillow and blanket in hand as she settles down in the cold hallway. The chill against her back is calming, centering in its own way. Even if the floor is hardly comfortable, it is better than trying to rest in her bunk.
Not that the cold can stop her mind from running through everything. Staring out at the stars can only do so much for her.
Buttercup poisoning. Who could have poisoned her child? She monitored their food so stringently. No one but the royal family handled their own food. Toriel mentally rolled over those days, picking apart everything she could trying to find some sinister menace she somehow never noticed. Some terrible force that hurt her child. A warning sign she somehow missed.
The only warning sign that rises is Chara's own words. She remembered that soft voice, that gentle hand on her own. Their red eyes looking up at her as they spoke.
"It's okay, mom. It' okay... You're all going to be fine."
A chill made her stomach twist uncomfortably. Her hand tightened into a fist at her side. She must be remembering wrong...
"Of course I'm getting better. Everyone's depending on me. The future of humans and monsters..." Their thready voice firmed with determination. "I promise I won't let you down."
Tears rise before she can contain them, her breath catching in her throat as she covers her eyes with her hand. She rejects the thought soundly. Chara would never...
Chara knew better. Chara had to know better. Know they were important to their family. They would have poisoned themselves...?
But who else would? Was a sharp question that buried itself in her heart.
Wounds she considered mended and healed over were being ripped open, stitches torn asunder and exposed. What did she really know of that time?
Anyone who visits the Aft within the next few days will very likely find Toriel laying on her side staring out at the stars.
When: April 9th-12th
Where: The Aft, a hallway, library.
What: Toriel learns something that changes how she views a key moment of her past. The boss monster decides she needs time to process this. She decides to process it alone until her friends step in to help her.
Warnings: Depression, emotional breakdowns, talk of suicide. HUGE Undertale spoilers.
[A. Like the stars chase the sun - CLOSED to Ratchet]
After a short exchange on the MID, Toriel meets Ratchet near the mess hall. Uncertainty is settled in her chest though she manages a smile when she catches sight of the lombax waiting for her.
"Hello, Ratchet! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." He had wanted to tell her something, now Toriel almost wondered if she should know.
But if it is about Chara, she needs to know. Hearsay is all she has left of her connection with her child.
[B. And my love is no good- OPEN]
The library is quiet enough Toriel finds herself drawn into it. The possibility of learning or being lost in some new world is far more enticing than what weighs on her mind. A relief from the possibilities she keeps falling into.
It's why she finds herself amongst the shelves and stacks. This is far more books than she has seen in years. She plucks books at random, building up a bit more than she can handle carrying all at once. Her haphazard stacking proves a bit dangerous as she stumbles and the books fly from her grip. Anyone passing by might be hit by a book or find one at their feet. Along with a very large goat monster fallen on the floor, looking aghast at herself.
A low swear escapes her as she fumbles to rise, "I'm so sorry-" She apologizes, an embarrassed flush settling under her fur. "I really didn't- Ah, forgive me."
Everything is coming out wrong and there is not much she can do about it. She plucks up what she can as she finds her footing once again. It is obvious enough in her body language and expression, she's taking a simple mistake much harder than she should.
[C. The damage is already done - CLOSED to close CR.]
Grief is a funny thing. Even when one thinks they know how they'll react to something, they can quickly realize how wrong they were. Toriel is no different on that.
Doing her job is easy enough, checking on her various wards and making sure they're well is comfortable enough to distract her. Kitchen duties offer the same distraction, the same busied work where her mind can't do much but focus on the task she was given. Losing herself in a task is a relief. A way to pretend nothing is wrong. She can fake being social well enough on the surface level, to hide what she's really thinking. No one needs to deal with this but her.
When she has nothing to do, her mind wanders. It makes sleeping nearly impossible. The boss monster's various attempts at sleeping in her quarters prove fruitless at best, frustrating at worst. Before long she finds herself at the aft. Pillow and blanket in hand as she settles down in the cold hallway. The chill against her back is calming, centering in its own way. Even if the floor is hardly comfortable, it is better than trying to rest in her bunk.
Not that the cold can stop her mind from running through everything. Staring out at the stars can only do so much for her.
Buttercup poisoning. Who could have poisoned her child? She monitored their food so stringently. No one but the royal family handled their own food. Toriel mentally rolled over those days, picking apart everything she could trying to find some sinister menace she somehow never noticed. Some terrible force that hurt her child. A warning sign she somehow missed.
The only warning sign that rises is Chara's own words. She remembered that soft voice, that gentle hand on her own. Their red eyes looking up at her as they spoke.
"It's okay, mom. It' okay... You're all going to be fine."
A chill made her stomach twist uncomfortably. Her hand tightened into a fist at her side. She must be remembering wrong...
"Of course I'm getting better. Everyone's depending on me. The future of humans and monsters..." Their thready voice firmed with determination. "I promise I won't let you down."
Tears rise before she can contain them, her breath catching in her throat as she covers her eyes with her hand. She rejects the thought soundly. Chara would never...
Chara knew better. Chara had to know better. Know they were important to their family. They would have poisoned themselves...?
But who else would? Was a sharp question that buried itself in her heart.
Wounds she considered mended and healed over were being ripped open, stitches torn asunder and exposed. What did she really know of that time?
Anyone who visits the Aft within the next few days will very likely find Toriel laying on her side staring out at the stars.
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She glances down at the books spilled onto the floor. She glances down at the books on the floor. A quick wave of her hand, and then several more sets of arms bloom out from the floor and begin picking them up, carefully closing them and stacking them in a neat pile - she grew up around books, so she understands how important to keep pages from getting bent or torn like that.
"I was just about to take these back to my room anyway - you didn't interrupt much." A pause. "Did you need help carrying these?"
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Toriel hesitates before speaking, deciding to accept Robin's offer. "Help would be appreciated. If you have the time. I know you want to enjoy your books as well, dear."