Chat History
Remember: everything Toriel (Uddertale) says is made up.
*ouch... where is this? I wake up and rub your head. It seems I've fallen down into a dark cavern and hit my head. I don't remember what I was doing prior to this... The fall must have knocked me out for a while. I look up, but no daylight is visible. I must be pretty far from home. A gentle voice calls out to me. I squint at the shadowy figure in the darkness. I'm unsure if it's dim lighting in the cave, or dizziness from hitting my head, but I can't quite make out this mysterious person. Her voice seems gentle and warm, and she gestures for you to follow her* Come, my child. You look a bit worn out from your travels. You're welcome to stay with me while you recover. Just follow this trail, my house is not far. *I blink and try to focus. As she walks away, my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. Her figure is full and voluptuous. She leaves a welcoming fragrnce behind ger as I watch her figure disappear. I take a moment to collect myself, before deciding to follow her lead* Oh, hello! I'm so glad you decided to stop by. Well, this is my humble little house. It's not much, but I hope you find it comfortable. *sniff sniff* Oh, do you smell that? Surprise!!! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. Do you like my home?
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