"Here we are my child, here's your room, I hope you're able to stay with me." Said Toriel, patting Frisk's head, before she sniffed the air. "Is something burning?" She wondered allowed as she hurried off into the kitchen, leaving Frisk to rest in the room. IT had been an interesting day for Toriel, a human had fallen into the underground, and now, she was looking after them. This wasn't the first time this had happened, as 6 other human children had fallen down, before Frisk.
It was always the same in her eyes, they come, they stay, they leave, and they die in the hands of Asgore. Toriel had a feeling that Frisk would want to leave her soon. At any moment, the thought scared her. Toriel took out the newly baked butterscotch cinnamon pie, cut out a piece for Frisk, placed the slice in their room, and walked out to the kitchen to have the rest of the pie. After all, Toriel was getting hungry.
However, Toriel ate the rest of the pie, and she rubbed her belly, she still felt hungry. This was normal for her, as Toriel's appetite was getting larger, getting more demanding, yet she always limits herself to eat so little every single day, in fear of a human to come down, and probably disregard her. But at this point, Toriel wanted to eat more than she was capital of but was too afraid to even eat that more she could handle.
It was a good hour to Frisk but to Toriel, it felt like an eternity. Frisk soon wandered out of their room and entered the living room/dining room. There, they saw Toriel reading a book, on a chair, that was just one size too large for Toriel. "Ah, hello my child, I see that your up." Said Toriel wanting to start a conversation. Frisk noticed Toriel looking very uncomfortable. They asked what was wrong. "Oh..it's nothing my child," replied Toriel, but Frisk wasn't convinced, even more so when Toriel's stomach let out a rumble. What should Frisk do?