[CONTINUE + 2] INTRO

[foundationmods]

[After so long a trip, you're all finally here. Taken through a hidden passage inside of the very mountain itself, you find yourself standing in front of a field of flowers, growing well due to the open roof above it. If you look up, you can just make out the shimmering colors off of the barrier - looking almost like the shine off of a soap bubble.

Try not to trample on the flowers as you approach the open, purple gate, where it looks as if someone is waiting for all of you just inside. And remember to wear your masks, now that you're here!

...Still, the sight of the yellow flowers waving in the wind....such a cheery sight fills you with determination for what's to come.

Welcome to the Underground.

...Again. The loop happened again, and you're here. Everything is the same.

Someone who was dead is alive again.

...The man, who's name you forgot...You've also forgotten what he looked like.

Not only that, But more monster names have faded from your memory.

Ghost? There was never a ghost in these ruins, or in Waterfall. You have no memory of them.]

Comments

[improbablenotimpossible]

That they do not for most people.

[His brother being of the exceptions]

Yes, and I suspect I would've been carried back to bed in a rather humiliating fashion.

[sageking]

[ ...He'll chuckle a little at the image. ]

Oh yes, I can see it now. "Where do you think you're going, dear? Away to the bed with you, no sleuthing allowed!"

[ Not exactly his best Toriel impression, but he wasn't trying all that hard. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[It wasn't even that funny or that good - but he laughed nonetheless]

"No pie for you, young man."

[He impersonates her pitch and tenor, it's rougher than if he had his ability but it was rather passable]

[sageking]

[ Sometimes, it was the little things.

...It's not really the line that sells it, but more or less, the impersonation of the pitch that's making him continue to chuckle, tipping verily into a laugh. ]

Perhaps we should consider ourselves fortunate she's not currently around to hear either of us saying these things. Though, I'm not saying this as if I dread her reproach, of course.

[ But it's obviously amusing, and he can't say he can regret being foolish on occasion. A lighthearted mood is sometimes so direly needed. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Yes, it would be rather rude of us to make fun of our hostess.

[The corner of his lips still threatening to tug up]

[sageking]

Oh yes, absolutely.

[ He's definitely not hiding his smirk here. There's no judgment on his end, as he began this. ]

Well, at the very least, it wouldn't spell the end of the world if we were so unfortunate for her to know of this. Perhaps at worst, a lecture.