It is alright, I understand. Feeling like that is very common for children, I think. I felt that way very often as a child. All I can really ask is that you please be careful.
[Toriel just... sighs. Long, and tired. She just wanted to help a kid out, clean up a book. Not talk about this.]
I do not know those names, I am afraid. No, they just... Well, it is somewhat of a long story.
[She wants so badly to just tell a limited, truncated version of the story. Skip over most of it, but she can't even seem to get herself to do that. Too many lies of omission.]
My people were sealed underground by humans, where we were forced to live for centuries. After so long, the nature of the mountain we were sealed beneath had faded into myth, and humans began exploring the mountain, only aware of a legend that those who go there disappear.
Which... I suppose they did. There was a hole, which sometimes humans would fall down, into an area of the Underground known as the Ruins. For most of them, the ones who I had tried to protect...
The only way to break the seal, is with the power of 7 human SOULs. My people wished to be free, by any means. I had sealed off the Ruins from the rest of the Underground, and so long as they stayed there with me, they would be safe. I did my best to become their family, and to provide them with a happy life.
Every time, though... every single time, they were not satisfied. The Ruins are not very big, are sparsely populated, and severely out of date technologically. They wanted to see the sunlight, they wanted to explore the world. They wanted more than the incredibly limited life that I could provide for them. I did my best to tell them of the dangers awaiting them outside the Ruins, but... every time, they insisted that they wanted to leave, and I could not force them to be a prisoner.
I do not know exactly what happened to them after that. I only know that each and every one of them, 6 times in a row, died at the hands of my ex-husband, Asgore.
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[Toriel just... sighs. Long, and tired. She just wanted to help a kid out, clean up a book. Not talk about this.]
I do not know those names, I am afraid. No, they just... Well, it is somewhat of a long story.
[She wants so badly to just tell a limited, truncated version of the story. Skip over most of it, but she can't even seem to get herself to do that. Too many lies of omission.]
My people were sealed underground by humans, where we were forced to live for centuries. After so long, the nature of the mountain we were sealed beneath had faded into myth, and humans began exploring the mountain, only aware of a legend that those who go there disappear.
Which... I suppose they did. There was a hole, which sometimes humans would fall down, into an area of the Underground known as the Ruins. For most of them, the ones who I had tried to protect...
The only way to break the seal, is with the power of 7 human SOULs. My people wished to be free, by any means. I had sealed off the Ruins from the rest of the Underground, and so long as they stayed there with me, they would be safe. I did my best to become their family, and to provide them with a happy life.
Every time, though... every single time, they were not satisfied. The Ruins are not very big, are sparsely populated, and severely out of date technologically. They wanted to see the sunlight, they wanted to explore the world. They wanted more than the incredibly limited life that I could provide for them. I did my best to tell them of the dangers awaiting them outside the Ruins, but... every time, they insisted that they wanted to leave, and I could not force them to be a prisoner.
I do not know exactly what happened to them after that. I only know that each and every one of them, 6 times in a row, died at the hands of my ex-husband, Asgore.