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If the humans had allowed Toriel and, by extension, all of monsterkind to live in peace, it would have been perfectly fine. All she had dreamed of was a quiet family life. Even as Queen, she could have been afforded that.
Instead, the humans turned on them, and a fierce war ensued. Peace. Love. Compassion. None of these words were worth the breath to speak them. Instead, the breath was used to utter magic incantations, to set the fields aflame. The peaceful queen, stung by betrayal, became angry, violent, and hate-filled. But despite the power that came with her anger, Toriel still conceded defeat, and monsterkind was banished into the Underground, where she and her husband, Asgore, continued to rule.
The wounds of war, physical, mental, and emotional, remained fresh, as fresh as the memory of the war itself in Toriel’s mind. It was only after the birth of her son, Asriel, that they began to scar over and the pain began to subside. Everything she felt she had lost - peace, love, and compassion - began to well up within her again. While Asgore tended the plantlife in and around their home, Toriel would ‘cook’ by putting her fiery magic to a more practical use. Yes, her home had been lost. But perhaps, she could have created a new Home, safe from the humans of the Surface, and a place where her son would have no fear of war.
But one day, a human child appeared in the Underground.
Though initially apprehensive, Toriel welcomed the human child into the family. She raised Asriel and Chara together. Though she would not put the immense pressure on her new child, she hoped, with all that she was, that Chara might someday bridge the gap between humans and monsters, to one day help them leave the Underground and return to the Surface. Then everything came crashing down.
Chara grew ill and passed away and Asriel was killed by the humans when he returned Chara’s body to the surface. Toriel fell into a deep depression following the deaths of her children, but there was a rage bubbling just beneath the surface. That rage boiled over, superseding the sadness, when the Royal Scientist revealed Chara’s plot from the video tapes in his lab.
The string of yet another betrayal cut open all of the old wounds that had taken so long to scar over. Toriel became cold and distant, even to her husband and her most loyal subjects. She issued a proclamation: any human that would fall down into the Underground was to be killed on sight, and their SOULs were to be brought to her. Once seven of them had been collected, she would break the barrier and wipe out humanity for once and for all.
Asgore was utterly despaired at this declaration. Unwilling to go along the path of war and unwilling confront Toriel directly. He thrust his spear through his will to–
–shattering the spear into two, and embedded the tip in the throne room floor. Toriel angrily rebuked him and cast him out. He was way ahead of her, fleeing the Capital immediately.
With Asgore gone, the plant life in the castle withered and dried up. Gnarled, thorned vines that once were home to roses and various other flowers curl around her home’s exterior and interior. She refuses to see anyone save for W.D. Gaster, and even then, her intention is clear - he is to retrieve those SOULs, no matter the cost.
All Toriel had dreamed of was a quiet family life.
Now, she will not give the humans the chance to destroy that dream for a third time.
I wrote a thing and Tara and Sunshine drew a thing.
