Look. You've been alone and isolated for literal months. You're a little starved for any attention. Heck for any contact with any other living being, even in a way that's likely to end with you getting hurt.
Which is why, despite knowing that, as a human, you are small enough that you are completely beneath a monster like Toriel's notice, and that even if she did notice you, its quite likely she would simply treat you like any other pest, you have come up with the single, absolute worst plan possible to fill this need for contact with another person.
You're lying on your back in the middle of a hallway. Your plan, if you can call it one, is to lie there and hope you get stepped on. A terrible plan that's likely to result in you to end up dead? Yes. Almost definite to at least get you a bit of contact to try and help with your touch-starved, loneliness riddled mind? Also yes.
As you laid there, you heard the booming steps of Toriel heading into the hallway. And soon you see a soft, 3 toed, pawlike foot hanging over you, a small layer of dirt and sweat coating the bottom of her sole. And as she starts lowering her paw down, time seemed to slow down....
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