fulllifeconsequences

[Well. That's mildly interesting, they suppose. Mirrors, as a whole, are things that are easy to tune out. Didn't much care for looking into them even when there was nothing there but glass. They could just put a fist through this mirror, too, not give her the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

But... could be fun, seeing how Toriel's mirror self is different. Could be cathartic, to have a Toriel who tells them the things they actually deserve to hear. So they settle in front of the mirror. Smile. Prepare themselves for the punishment they should have been given a long time ago.]

Funny. Consensus across the Underground seemed to be that I was not even human anymore. Have we all changed our minds about that?

You know of humanity's sins, and fancy yourself a demon to distance yourself from them.

But you are no different. You are guilty of the same crimes.

If anyone thinks that you are not human, then they do not truly know humanity.

Your actions are as human as they come. If you are truly a demon, then you come from an entire race of demons.

[Oh, how she wishes this mirror were not in the way- it's difficult to properly convey just how much contempt she'd have in her words were she able to actually talk to this damnable child.]

You're right, of course. You pierce right through.

Funny, is it not? I had a fresh start here. That precious second chance so few get. And yet. The only thing that has changed...

[They hold up their hands. Empty palms. Clean, neat, tidy. Scars so faint you might not notice them unless you were looking, nails scrubbed and blunt and nothing at all like a boss monster's claws.]

There's dust and blood on my hands now. Humans and monsters alike. Did you know? Undyne was worth so much more EXP than the human was. I wonder why that is?

There are no second chances, child. You and I both know that there are consequences.

[A RESET won't undo what they are- only what they have done.]

It takes a great deal more cruelty and distance to harm a creature you know is inherently good. A creature who's SOUL is based on compassion and love.

Killing your kind however... I would almost call it commendable behavior, if I did not know why you did it. If you had not already slaughtered hundreds of my people.

Of course. I've never been above consequences. I knew exactly what I was doing, and yet I did it anyway.

Atrocious, isn't it? Sickening. I had the sense to abandon the notion that killing could ever be righteous, and yet I didn't abandon the killing itself.

What sort of punishment, I wonder, could ever be enough to force repentance out of a creature like that? How do you ever make a being like me change its mind?

Again, you are wrong.

Death is regrettable, yes- but I have never felt more righteous than when I carried out the vengeance that my people deserved.

How strange to think, that a different you could have been a hero to my people. I see nothing of them in you.

The only thing that you deserve now is death.

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?

[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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Edited 2016-07-10 03:50 (UTC)

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!

[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.

Edited 2016-07-10 04:03 (UTC)

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.

[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.]

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