ART BY:
 therainbowtroll

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"...really?" asked Toriel as she held the sleeping dino-duckling.


"Really," said a somber Sansnard. "Nothing but dust and this tattered, baby-blue T-Shirt with a yellow star on it."


"Poor thing," sighed Toriel while holding the tyke even closer against her robed body.


"You know," stated Sansnard. "I think we should get rid of this shirt."


"Why?" wondered Toriel.


"Well," the white hamster shrugged. "I don't think he'd like to remember that his family got turned to dust and all he got was this lousy T-Shirt."


Toriel sighed as she allowed herself to feel the resting dino-duckling breathe so peacefully in his slumber.
"You know," she said. "I'd like to hold onto it. Just in case."


"Oh...," pondered Sansnard. "Should I go put it in your room for you?"


Toriel grinned.
"Yeah," she said. "That'd be great."


***


Another week passed as Asriel, the dino-duckling, continued to show amazing strides in recovery and development. Toriel even took the time to visit the Tem Shop in town to buy materials from the Temmies to make her adopted son a striped sweater, shorts, and a very cozy pair of footie pajamas.

"Aren't you just adorable!" Toriel cooed upon putting her newly finished night cap upon little Asriel's head.


"Thanks, momma!" the dino-duckling cheered. "It is so comfy!"

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

"UNCLE NARDS!" cheered Asriel while toddling at top speed to open the door.


Toriel shook her head. She really needed to get her new son to stop saying such things. It was bad enough when his self-proclaimed 'Uncle' tried to give him Temmie Flakes while they were at the Tem Shop.


"Hey, Squirts!" greeted Sansnard as he made his entrance into the house. "Want to erect a tower with me?"


"Momma!" cried Asirel. "Can I erect a tower with Uncle Nards?"


The goat mom glared towards the hamster.
"You mean, 'build a tower with blocks.' right?" she more stated than asked.


"Of course!" grinned Sansnard. "Do you want to make it a threesome?"


"You mean," Toriel grumbled while wagging her finger towards her friend. "Would I like to build with blocks with you and Asriel in the den."


"Yeah," shrugged the hamster. "But there's no fun in putting it that way."


"One of these days," the goat mom said. "I'm going to wash that dirty mouth of yours out with soap."


"Well," remarked Sansnard as he directed the dino-duckling towards the MILF he couldn't help but tease. "It'll have to wait until after you change your little Asirel's diaper."


Toriel sighed while preparing to pick up the wet baby.
"I'd have you do this," she scowled. " if I didn't fear you sending him out afterwards with his diaper on the outside of his clothes shouting, 'I'm Diaper Duck-butt!' or 'I want a teat treat!'."


"Teat treat!" chirped Asriel while pulling down upon the chest region of Toriel's robe.


Sansnard chuckled.
"You said it," he stated with a toothy grin. "Not me."


The goat mom groaned before holding Asriel tight over her shoulder with one hand while throwing fireballs at Sansnard with the other.


"Yipes!" cried the perverse hamster. "You're going to roast my chestnuts over these open fires!"


"Sometimes," remarked Toriel as she headed for her adopted son's room. "I wonder who is more immature."


The harmless fireballs dissipated as Toriel went into her son's room and shut the door to clean him up.


"She's really taken to him," the hamster pondered. "However, should she really be calling him the same name as her lost son?"