Toriel: So, my child, which will you choose?

Frisk: Literally why would I leave you

Toriel: Don't you have a family?

Frisk: Why do you think I came to this mountain in the first place?

Toriel, horrified: O-Oh my God, Frisk....!

Frisk: I don't wanna go back to them

Toriel: And you most certainly do not have to, my child!

*later, at court*

Frisk's parents: *faking it* Frisk!! Oh we were so worried for--!!

*all of the themes start playing at the same time*