Yes? Maybe, technically? We are in the Ruins, in the Underground, in the passage beneath my Home. In the room where I died. I think-

[The footsteps get louder, and coming out of the corridor, turning around the corner, is a small child, lacking any kind of expression on their face, holding a knife, which does not seem to glint in the light the way that a knife should. Because it's very clearly made of plastic.

Toriel looks at them for a second, and then just... lets out a single, sharp laugh, before turning back to Jane, wearing an unfitting smile, even though every other part of her face and body language looks absolutely terrified.]

Hah! Yep, just as I thought. Wonderland is going to kill me!