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#im sorry mettaton is just too gay in my heart
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Hmm... For the rarepair thing- I doubt you could find a way to get Toriel and Mettaton together!
this has been sitting in my asks for an infinite amount of time because i WANTED to prove i could do it. but i could not.
Can i offer you some Toriel / Mad Dummy instead? (it/its pronouns and no name for Maddy here. Takes place a week or so after monsters were sealed underground, before Toriel starts dating/marries Asgore. Will probably write more of this because i think they could be really funny as a couple who is so bad for each other)
XXX
THUD. THUD. THUD.
“Yeah, take some of this—and a little of that—!”
Crash BOOM thud THUNK.
Cautiously, Toriel crept towards the cacophony at the end of the tunnel. Her palms burned with fire magic, casting sharp flickers across the unforgiving stone.
She’d been on vigil near the Barrier all night. This was… the third night in a row? Fourth? It was difficult to measure with the thin rays of light that filtered through the Barrier. The only glimmer of reality that penetrated this prison.
Until tonight, possibly. But… why would a human try to break into the Underground?
“Huff, puff… You think you’re tough, don’t you? Well I’ll show you, stupid fake wall!”
CRASH BANG BOOM.
Toriel crept a little faster. Her fire wasn’t the only thing lighting the walls, now.
At the end of the tunnel, a white blob glowed, hurling itself against the barrier hard enough to set stalactites crashing from the ceiling to the floor. The shatters echoed, ringing in her ears.
“Oh. It’s only a ghost.” Toriel smiled in relief. No humans had come to finish them off tonight. Her people would live a little longer.
The ghost spun, an enraged expression on its face.
“Only. Only? ONLY??” It spun around her, suddenly pelting her with bullets. Thankfully, Toriel was used to sneak attacks. She blocked each with a swipe of her flame-filled paws. “I’m the strongest, sexiest murder blob in the world! Now sit back and watch me punch through this stupid wall!”
Toriel blinked at the outburst. She knew better than anyone how useless punching the Barrier would be—she’d attempted that tactic for a week straight before Gerson and Wingdings had convinced her to give up. Also, this ghost didn’t appear to have hands?
But ghosts currently held the highest percentage of monsters who had fallen down. Seeing one here, with enough energy to sneak past her and attack the Barrier, of all things…
“Alright.” Toriel stepped back, extinguishing her flames. The ghost was more than bright enough to keep the tunnel lit. “I am watching.”
“Heck yeah you are. Okay. Okay.” The ghost seemed to take a deep breath, despite that being unnecessary.
Then it screamed and shot a flurry of star-shaped bullets. The Barrier flickered brightly where each attack hit, but of course, it didn’t break. The human mage who had made their final demands had been merciful enough to explain the Barrier’s design.
No monster soul could pass through alone. Only a monster with a human’s soul could. And it would take the equivalent of seven human souls to destroy the abomination for good.
“That was just…” the ghost huffed, “that was just a warmup! But you got a taste of how cool my attack was, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”
“Er, yes, it was very… ‘cool.’” Toriel forced a smile.
This ghost was strange, and a little off-putting. But it had passion, which was something her current guard was severely lacking.
“In fact,” Toriel said more firmly, “You were so cool, I would like to offer you a position in my Royal Guard.”
“Huh? Who are you, the queen?” The ghost laughed.
“Yes.” Unfortunately.
The ghost’s laugh cut off abruptly.
“Then you’re Toriel? Toriel Dreemurr?”
“Toriel Dreemurr,” she echoed with a sigh. “Daughter of Torwin and Maliel Dreemurr, heir to the throne, and all of the baggage that the last generation of Boss Monsters left behind.”
She wasn’t sure why she added that last part. Perhaps because this was the first time since losing the war that she had been treated like just another monster.
“Huh. That sucks. Anyway, thanks for thinking I’m awesome and sexy, but I’m not joining your little club.”
“What—you are calling the Royal Guard a little club?” She gaped. Morale may be low, but the Guard still employed the strongest monsters in the kingdom.
Well… the strongest monsters that had survived.
“Yeah? That’s what I said? If you’re mad about it, we could like, fight to the death, and then I could be the new Dreemurr—wait can ghosts even have last names we don’t even have first names—”
“No fights to the death,” Toriel said, exhaustion suddenly crashing down on her.
She wasn’t going to die. And she wouldn’t let any more of her subjects die, either. That was the entire point of taking this humiliating retreat into the earth.
“Awww, that’s lame.” The ghost sighed. “But you’re the Boss, I guess. I’ll trick you out of your name somehow. Eventually. Because I’m cooler and smarter than you.”
“Of course,” Toriel deadpanned. “Now, if you would be so kind as to vacate this area…”
“Heck no!! I’m not done fighting the Barrier!! I’m the strongest thing under this mountain that can turn invisible. I’m not going to lose to a stupid wall!!”
“Very well,” she relented, her head pounding. It wasn’t as if the ghost could truly hurt anything down here. She couldn’t cause any more rockslides than Toriel had last week, at any rate. “Wake me if any humans arrive.”
Perhaps the ghost wasn’t fit for the Guard. That wouldn’t stop Toriel from taking advantage of the unexpected guest. She doubted the ghost would mind being asked to make a little more noise.
“Pffft, no humans are gonna dare come CLOSE to me! Ha!” The ghost flung into the Barrier again. And again.
Toriel shook her head and walked back to her tent. Trusting sentry duty to another wasn’t like her. Particularly to a monster outside of her own inner circle.
But right now, she was too tired to care. She collapsed onto her futon and fell asleep.
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