Toriel stared at her father...in a puddle of crimson blood. She was standing there, holding a bushel of flowers she'd brought for him. They were Sunflowers. 

He loved Sunflowers.

She dropped the flowers and walked towards him, in a daze.

"Pa...pa..." she said, like a broken doll.

She tripped on a sword, HIS sword, and fell into the puddle, her white sleeves soaking up red blood. 

She whimpered and crawled closer. Trying to call for help, she sent out a flare of Charter Magic, out the broken window. Holding her fathers head in her hands, she tried to sit up and shook violently, waiting for someone to see the flare for help.