I'm Falling but Don't Catch Me {Sansxreader} SuicideTale

Ch. 2 Her Loving Care

A/n - Most of these chapters are gonna be super short but there's gonna be a shit ton of them

-Toriel's POV-

Toriel strode through the purple, brick pathways. With a warm smile, she passed monsters, waving at them with ecstatic smiles. It was a nice day in the ruins, and toriel was on ER way to see if any children have fallen down into the gold, sparkling flower bed. She walked on towards the entrance. As her soft paws walked along the brick ground, she felt an eerie feeling slowly entering her gut, and she shivered. Something seemed off. She started walking faster towards the golden flowerbed, with suns rays shining down, and golden particles fluttering in the warm air. Flashbacks of when the last child fell and what happened to the underground flashed back in forth behind her eyes, her heart beating loudly in her ears. As she approached the flowers, Toriel's warm, motherly eyes widened in horror as she saw your bloody, bent figure lying in the bed. She sprinted eagerly to your motionless body. Her vision blurry, she placed her paw on your body. She looked at your tear stained eyes, and then her gaze drifted to the camera next to you. A piece of paper poorly taped to the camera read:

"Watch the clips on this camera if you find this"

Toriel carefully pressed the power button, and with that, the cracked camera screen blinked on. A video of your tear stained face pooped up, with a play button hovering over it. She pressed the button with shaky hands. As the video played, Toriel covered her mouth with her paw in horror.

"If anyone is actually in the "Underground" or whatever its called, please give this to someone i know. Look through the clips and give it to one of those people. Once someone has gotten it, spread it around like the plague. I'm (y/n), and i am done."

As your virtual self spoke, teardrops fell onto the cracked screen. Toriel sobbed weakly at the sight of you in so much emotional and physical pain. Her sobs caught in her throat when she saw you fall off the cliff, your body hitting the ground like a heavy sack, blood splattering. The camera followed, slamming into the ground, glitching and fading in and out of battery: With that, the recording ended, the screen flickering to black.
With that, she gently picked up the camera and placed in in her pocket. She then continued on to carefully picking you up, brushing your (h/c) and blood crusted hair out of your your tear stained face. Her tears dripped onto your cheeks as she stroked your head and heavily walked towards the entrance to the ruins. She knew who to take you to.