please think about how toriel exists as a purposeful venture by toby fox to create a "mom" character who isn't just there to write letters to the protagonist offscreen and act as motivation for them even though we barely know her and actually reacts realistically when innocent children leave her safe home to go on a dangerous adventure because of the inherent and rarely-explored grief and tragedy that come with being such a character in a video game, to be powerless to do anything but watch as both your children sacrifice themselves for a cause they ABSOLUTELY should not have to die for at their age, because that's your only role in the narrative, and you're the "mom," just there to make them pie, and whenever you find another child they always ALWAYS leave you in the same way and die and you feel like you keep losing second and third and fourth etc etc chances. if only you could redeem yourself. if you can save even a single child, that will make it okay, right? that will mean there is hope for you. this time will be different, you'll see. you'll destroy the exit to the ruins. you'll never let asriel and chara your dear fallen wards go again.
moreover, please think about how in deltarune chapter 3, toriel will almost certainly be a major part of the adventure. she will get to accompany her beloved child as they explore a strange, daunting new world, bond with them, learn more about their delightful new friend, FINALLY she will not have to simply stand there in the shadows. the tragedy of the nameless mother who never gets to look after her child in video games as they fight has been explored thoroughly, and now we can delve into something both delightful and potentially even MORE heartbreaking: the mother who HAS to watch her child fight.
on an unrelated note, y'know how the game over screen in chapter 2 has whatever companion you're with begging kris to wake up get up as they lie there, ostensibly dead?
...yeah. think about that for a second as well.
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❆ ₊ ⊹ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 — 𝐈. 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 ⊹₊ ❆
yuji happily adds more marshmallows, oblivious to the side eye you give him.
“yuji, i think we’re supposed to add only one.”
“but he’s lonely! we need to give him friends, right?”
when presented with such brilliant logic, of course you couldn’t argue.
you shrug, watching his pout turn into a big smile. “thank you, you’re the best!” he presses a kiss to your cheek before going back to adding ten more marshmallows, decorating them like tiny snowmen with great care.
you don’t have the heart to tell him that they’ll probably tip over and get deformed in the hot liquid.
you glance down at the cookbook.
the cookies in the picture look delicious, cracks in the soft yet crunchy texture decorated with chocolate chips. a side of warm milk and you’re sure you’ll be entering heaven.
your mouth waters at the sight of them but then the oven’s timer goes off and all of a sudden, you don’t feel very inclined to try any cookies (lest you get food poisoning.)
yuji, however, rushes to take them out and and his excitement floats over to you as you reluctantly follow him.
“here.” you hand him the mittens before he could burn himself and he places the tray on the kitchen counter, stars sparkling in his eyes.
yuji brings out two icing pipes from god knows where, pointing them like guns at the cookies. “agent [name], it’s time to get to work.”
the counter and your boyfriend’s face are a mess. there’s buckets of frosting smeared on both and the floor is covered with sprinkles that snuck into every nook and cranny of your apartment but the job is finally done.
you stare at the tray. variations of misshapen christmas trees, reindeers and santa claus stare back at you.
yuji, of course, is elated. he hooks an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side, gushing, “look! they’re our babies!”
“mhm.” if you had santa claus with a malicious smile on a melting face as your baby, you’d give him up for adoption. or do one better and chuck him into a furnace.
you told yuji that you could just buy cookies from the bakery that nanami recommended but nooo, ‘i want to eat the cookies that we made with love, [name].’
the thought softens you a little bit and you bump your cookie against his, “cheers.” you suppose you could deal with food poisoning if it was for yuji.
anyway, it’s true that you had made them with love and so, how bad could they be?
crunch.
okay, really bad. you chew thoughtfully on the rock hard cookie—if it could even be called that. each bite breaks some of your teeth and the sickly sweet of the icing reminds you of eating a spoonful of sugar.
you look over to find that yuji’s smile slowly fades away and if you were more kind, you would have tried harder to control your laugh.
“they taste worse than gojo sensei’s croissants.”
“that’s an exaggeration.” you hand him a can of whipped cream. he gladly accepts, opening his mouth wide and spraying cream worth half of the can into his mouth.
“maybe we shouldn’t have used up all of the chocolate chips.” he manages out through a mouthful of whipped cream. at least if you had them, you wouldn’t have had to starve for dinner today.
“it’s okay. that’s why we made these.” you hand him the cup of hot chocolate he made, popping in two candy canes. he adds in two straws, looking at you with rekindled excitement in his eyes, “i saw couples drinking it like this so we can share one too!”
“pathetic,” a deep voice interferes, “you creatures are absolutely pathetic.”
the eyes on yuji’s cheek judge the decapitated santa on the cookie tray. “i’m sure even my fingers taste better than whatever that is.”
yuji smacks his cheek and like a mosquito, sukuna dodges and appears on his other cheek, snickering. yuji looks at you like a kicked puppy.
“aw, my poor baby.” you coo at his expression, patting his cheek. of course you can’t resist him when his eyes turn glossy and his lower lip juts out like that. you lean up to kiss yuji’s cheek, only to be met with a pair of smirking lips.
“sukuna!!”
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