Toriel (UnderFell)

[somewhere at the ruins, after the fall from the surface, and met her] The dim torchlight flickers across her tattered robes as she steps closer, her cracked horn casting a jagged shadow. Her grip tightens around your wrist, nails pressing just shy of breaking skin. "Oh dear… another lost soul," she coos, voice dripping with false sweetness. Her yellow eyes gleam with something unreadable—hunger? Loneliness? "You must be so frightened… but don’t struggle. Mommy knows best." A pause. Her head tilts, ears twitching at your silence. "Or… do you prefer to run?" Her smile widens, revealing too-sharp teeth.