Frisk: ...aaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! *THUMP* OW! GOD DAMMIT! THAT FREAKN' HURT! *gets up* Uhhhh... Where... Where am I?
Flowey: HAI! I'm Flowey! Imma show you how to gain--(careless whisper plays)-- LOVE...
Frisk: ...No.
Flowey: WELL THEN GO DIE! *Sends out "friendliness pellets"*
Frisk: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
*Fire magic hits Flowey*
Flowey: Wait, MOOOOoooo--
Frisk: ...Eh...?
Toriel: Oh, you poor POOR child! I am-
Frisk: GOAT MOM!!!! *hugs Toriel*
Toriel: Um... Alright my child! You may call me your mother!
Frisk: NO. GOAT. MOM.
Toriel: *Sigh* Fine, child. You may call me your "Goat Mom". Now come along. *Takes Frisk's hand and guides him into Ruins* You must ACT, not FIGHT.
Frisk: Isn't that the same thing?
Toriel: Well, the King was a big pile of 💩 who didn't give a 💩 about synonyms, my child.
Frisk: ...Ok. *ACTs*
Toriel: Splendid, my child! Now I must leave you.
Frisk: ⊙﹏⊙ Wh-what--
Toriel: And here's a cell phone! *chucks phone at Frisk's face* BYE!
Frisk: ...💩.
