Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160320053617/@comment-25926749-20160320191006

Frisk was still unconscious when Toriel laid her in her old son's room in her old, dreary, but cozy home. She had cuts, bruises, and blood leaking out of half of them. "Poor thing...I'll make something for her, when she gets up." She nodded, going off into the kitchen.