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[fulllifeconsequences]

Speak.

[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]

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[fulllifeconsequences]

Boy, what a shame!

I already tried that.

So did every Froggit, every Woshua, every Madjick who simply didn't know better. The Royal Guards who made a valiant last stand together. A true heroine.

Didn't work.

Too bad you can't take a try at it, either. Too much glass in the way, isn't there?

[didntknowbest]

[Toriel's grip on her trident tightens as she listens to Chara, listing off monsters that they slaughtered.

She hates being stuck on this side- only able to communicate through written messages.]

If this glass were not here, we would not be having this conversation.

You would be dead already.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Right, right. Say that to my face irl not online, so on and so forth.

You know it took a single blow to reduce Toriel to dust. Do you really think you would even be an obstacle to a creature like me, ma'am?

[didntknowbest]

She is weak and sentimental. She was putting nothing resembling her full strength into her attacks. She cared about you, and so her defenses wavered.

I will not hold back. I will not feel pity. I will not relent until you and the rest of your kind are dead.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Okay, I was going to backsass you some more, but that... honestly sounds like the kind of goal I can get behind. By all means. Please do.

[didntknowbest]

I already achieved that goal. Or rather, I have memories of it... but none of it ever actually happened, did it?

[Her memories are fake, after all- it's obvious that she never actually existed before her Real arrived here. A fact which continues to frustrate her.]

I suppose I will just have to attempt to do it again, for real.

I would ask if you wish to offer your SOUL to me in a chance to redeem yourself, but I doubt that the shattered pieces contained within you hold any value.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Yeah, you're right. They're probably trash. I'd pick those shards out of myself like scabs, if that was actually how SOULs worked.

Oh well! Too bad, huh? What a shame you're only competent and effectual in the AU fanfiction you've rigged up around yourself. Guess without anyone to stop me, I'll have no choice but to continue to rampage utterly unchecked!

[didntknowbest]

[If Chara is attempting to get on her bad side, it seems to be working. The next words are written slowly, as Toriel has to move very deliberately to avoid crushing the marker in her hands or against the mirror.]

I am Empress Toriel, Ruler and Protector of Monsters, and Scourge of Humanity.

Whether my memories are real or not, I know who I am, and what I am capable of.

I look forward to the day that I will be able to show you how competent and effectual I truly am.

[fulllifeconsequences]

According to what? All your memories are a lie. You have not done anything. You have not slain a single human. You haven't saved a single monster. You're not really an empress. You're pretending to be one.

You exist solely to do what you are doing now: act as a petty inconvenience to people who cannot see you, cannot hear you, cannot touch you.

You are not the one in control at all, mother dearest.

[didntknowbest]

[Toriel is trying very, very hard not to smash the mirror. She despises every single word they're saying right now- because it's all true. She hates this existence.]

Damn child. I will not play this game. [Not going to just sit here arguing with this murderer.

Better things to do.]