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''ATTACK OR RUN AWAY!''
Frisk took a step back as the next wave of balls of burning flames hurtled towards them. Soon the air was filled with them and Frisk was scarcely dodging Toriel's grief filled attacks. They spied their health bar as they spun around and leapt forwards to avoid a wave of fireballs.
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Frisk dived to the ground and sprung up moments later to dodge yet another magical attack. They were getting exhausted and were glad to see flames fade away, giving them their turn.
Toriel took a deep breath.
Frisk searched through his pockets and brought a small sweet in a candy floss pink wrapper. They ripped it off and popped it in their mouth. It was very un-licorice-like, the best flavour. It made a tingling feeling run through their body and they stole another glance at the health bar.
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Well, it was better than only 4 hp, they could probably get a few turns out of it without having to heal themselves again.
''What are you proving this way?'' Toriel asked, her eyes locking onto them for a moment before looking through the small child again.
With a one swift movement of her hands, flames were dancing around Frisk. They gave a sigh and kept avoiding the attacks, one of the balls of fire grazed their right shoulder, causing them to wince and rub it. Toriel's expression softened at the sight for a second but quickly looked away before Frisk could notice.
More were starting to hit them now as they tried to make their injuries bearable, and the child saw their health dropping lower and lower.
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The attacks were starting to grow weaker each time, you'd have to purposely run into the attacks to actually take damage. Frisk looked hopeful for a moment but then saw Toriel's expression and knew she was giving up that easy, and instead was waiting for them to heal themselves and continue.
Frisk looked at the ACT button. In the corner of their eye they could see the FIGHT option, just waiting to be used. It seemed to be glowing brighter than the rest, desperately wanting attention. Frisk looked back to Toriel and with a sigh pressed it.
With a running start they leapt and slashed straight at Toriel with the toy knife. She took some damage, not much to be serious but still a good chunk, and clutched her chest, closing her eyes slightly. Yet she almost looked...proud?
Immediately a horrible feeling washed over Frisk. One which filled their mind and soul. What had they just done? Tears began to prick in their eyes and they instantly knew what to do. If killing Toriel was the only way to get past her...then they wouldn't go past her at all.
Bright flames began to fill Frisk's eyes and they began running forwards.
Toriel looked at them, the small child holding the knife and charging straight towards her. At the last moment Frisk jumped up and swung the toy knife...away from them both. It landed with a clutter several meters away from them.
Toriel had not time to react before Frisk was putting their arms around her, crying into her chest. Not being able to say anything they looked up at Toriel, their eyes wide and pleadful.
''Can't we just go home?'' she asked softly, stroking Frisk's hair in an attempt of comfort..
Frisk grabbed the hand which was doing so and held it. With that they nodded. Toriel almost fainted with relief but then pulled away from the child's grasp.
''Please go home and wait for me my child,'' she spoke, ''I will be with you shortly.''
Frisk nodded again before heading out the room. Toriel gave weak smile and turned to the entrance to the ruins. With one moment, meters of fire magic came swarming towards it. It stood no chance of surviving.
As dust filled the air and various cracks and crashes could be heard, Toriel fanned away whatever was filling her eyes. The exit was completely blocked up by stone. Not even the tiniest speck of whatever lay outside out of it could be seen.
She turned around and began to walk back to her home- soon to be their home.
'Perhaps,' Toriel thought to herself, 'I can save one innocent life after all.'