I'm not sure if monsters would understand. Wanting to...
[It feels strange to admit it. Everything seemed so oddly happier Underground. The monsters struggled to get by, and there were undeniably tensions, but they seemed more like a community, a family, than any collective of humans Frisk had known on the surface. And Toriel was more of a mother to them than anyone.
"Mom," they called her, and it felt right. A soft white paw ruffling their hair, the crisp smell of fire magic intermingling with the warmth of a rising pie crust. They would have stayed there forever if they could. But on the times that they heeded her words, retreated upstairs to lie in bed, that unknown voice - Asgore's voice? - quietly urged them on. Their journey could not end here. They had to stay determined.
Frisk, and Chara. The two children who fell and perhaps intended to disappear, but found a family instead.]
My reason for falling...wasn't a very happy reason, either.
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[It feels strange to admit it. Everything seemed so oddly happier Underground. The monsters struggled to get by, and there were undeniably tensions, but they seemed more like a community, a family, than any collective of humans Frisk had known on the surface. And Toriel was more of a mother to them than anyone.
"Mom," they called her, and it felt right. A soft white paw ruffling their hair, the crisp smell of fire magic intermingling with the warmth of a rising pie crust. They would have stayed there forever if they could. But on the times that they heeded her words, retreated upstairs to lie in bed, that unknown voice - Asgore's voice? - quietly urged them on. Their journey could not end here. They had to stay determined.
Frisk, and Chara. The two children who fell and perhaps intended to disappear, but found a family instead.]
My reason for falling...wasn't a very happy reason, either.