![]() It further didn’t help that weakness began to show itself in your legs, making you regret stepping over the log more with every second. It showed just how drained you were since the moment you understood that Toriel was mentally unstable. You yawned once your heart started to finally slow down. A few steps ahead was a log, one large enough to make an appropriate resting spot, but you knew well enough from the flower that it was “kill or be killed.” Any point of resting, especially in an open area, would put you at risk for God knows what, so you quietly sighed as you stepped over it. As much as you thought about covering them up, you soon realized that going back meant you would leave even more footprints, so it was best to continue forward. The tread marks were, unfortunately, imprinted in the snow. You continued in your most applicable choice of footwear. That kind of lesson could apply to many things, but in this context, you were away from the goat monster and now in an environment where anything could pop out of these woods. You were always told, by multiple people, that you should never look back. You tried to rid the horrific noise she made by focusing on where you were now. Your heart was still racing, allowing you to ignore the harsh cold nipping at any exposed skin you may have had. Your feet immediately started treading through the harsh snow. However, just because you were on the other side, it didn’t mean that nothing would stop her from opening it and snatching you back in. The unholy screech of fear and desperation pierced your ears and into your very soul. The door swung open, and you took the chance and darted out. Your hands firmly held the handle and pulled it.
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