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"Golden Flowers. They're rare up there. I've always thought they were incredible. Able to withstand even the harshest of conditions."

"Oh, wow! What else do you know about them?"

 

 

....well, ouch.

That was an utter failure. Can't even attempt and get rid of themself without making a mistake. How ridiculous. Stupid.

The teen winced in pain as they shifted around. Ah, yep, something was definitely broken. Most certainly their leg. Truthly, they're a bit surprised that it didn't hurt much worse than it did. 

They carefully adjusted themself up to a sitting position, warily looking around at their surroundings. ...perhaps the bed of flowers they were sitting on broke their fall? Very unlikely, but it was their best guess.

What kind of place were they even in, anyways? It looked... unusual, to say the least. Very purple. They did like purple.

There was dim light coming from above, illuminating the area. A long hallway led to a large door. They contemplated their options going forward.

Stay, and either starve to death or be killed by a wild animal. Go, and risk whatever is up ahead. Not to mention, their leg was absolutely killing them, so walking (or moving at all)  seemed like a much bigger chore than usual.

Pop! An echo from afar startled them, making them flinch slightly. They hissed in pain as their leg was jolted. Ow ow ow.

The pain subsided a little after a very long minute, and eventually their natural curiosity got the better of them, despite their wariness of the whole situation. What could have made that noise? A loose rock? Or some creature?

After some deliberation, the human teenager finally made the decision to leave the place they were in. To take the first step into whatever the hell this was. It wasn't like they weren't doomed anyways, so they might as well do something other than wait patiently for their death.

After all, patience was not their strong suit.

 

 

Bad idea bad idea bad idea

The human had been initially curious to find such a strange flower. And even more curious, the flower could move and talk!

Of course, they had been extremely suspicious of the guy (he called himself Flowey. How original.), but he didn't do anything to make them not trust him. At first.

Now, curled up into the fetal position, they stared horrified at Flowey, who was currently summoning into existence more of those terrible pellets. They were shaking, out of fear or pain, they didn't want nor care to figure out.

"In this world," the evil flower creature stated with a twisted grin, "it's KILL or BE KILLED." 

The purple no longer felt comforting. They felt trapped. They were going to die.  They were going to be killed by a talking flower. A talking flower. 

How absolutely wonderful.

Unexpectedly, as the pellets drew in, the flower creature  was engulfed in a blast of fire. Flowey shrieked and disappeared, taking his hell pellets with him. 

They had no time to react before a giant bipedal goat appeared before them, looking very worried. "Oh dear.. How could someone hurt such an innocent child?"

Well excuse them, they were NOT a child! Just because they were short did not mean they were young. They weren't in any position to complain about it, however, so they kept their mouth shut. Definitely not because they were terrified of the strange monster lady. They did were not scared. Big kids didn't get scared. 

The goat woman reached out a hand, pulling back slightly when they flinched away. "Oh, do not worry, my child. I can heal you of your wounds. I am Toriel, caretaker of these Ruins." 

She smiled gently at them. "Please, let me help you. You must be in a lot of pain right now."

They relented, only because she was right. They could barely stand to stay awake at the moment. Toriel's hands glowed a soft green, and she gently touched them.

...Woah. It was as if they had never been hurt at all. Even their leg felt good as new. It was like magic (because it was magic, idiot). 

Toriel pulled away, standing up and offering them a hand. "There you are! All better now?"

Refusing the offer for help, they stood up slowly. She may have healed them, but that didn't mean she couldn't betray them later. They hugged themself tightly. This was all so overwhelming.

"Do you mind following me? I have a feeling you must be exhausted. I can show you my home, where you can have some rest." 

Though they were scared, sleep sounded good. They were pretty stressed out, and felt like anymore life altering events just might break them. Again. 

They followed Toriel into another room with two stone staircases leading up into another room. She gasped, which made them startle again. "I just realised! My child, I never asked for a name."

Oh. A... name. A name? They didn't have a name. They shed theirs awhile ago after realising it just didn't fit. They looked around, thinking of how to respond, when they recalled a word they learned once. Huh.

"..Frisk," they signed hesitantly. (Did Toriel know sign language?)

Frisk. Yeah, Frisk. Their name was Frisk.