#ask-ptagasterr

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

Toriel sat still as a statue in the reception area, seemingly staring into space through anyone that walked by. No one could tell from her stoic composure that she was about to tear through the fabric of the skirt she so tightly gripped, and it took all her will not to. She jumped a bit when her name was called, snapping back to this reality and turning to an official looking flame elemental.“Right this way, Ms. Dreemurr.” The fire lady said, beconing to the boss monster. The former queen didn’t even protest at the use of her last name, only rising from her seat to follow the magenta hued monster down the hall to whatever room her dear, dear friend was in.

Violet turns around to face the voice who just spoke to her. “Oh hi! I’m doing well. Thank you for asking! How are you? I’m Violet. Nice to meet you!” Violet extends her hand to greet the cordial monster in front of her. She enjoys opportunities to meet new people, and this moment was no exception.

If Gaster had lips he would be biting his bottom one right now. But instead he kinda sinks into his turtle...