Between the Roses

The first Bloom

Frisk sat alone, clutching her eye and sobbing as blood dropped from between her fingers. She had just left the ruins, barely surviving. At least, barely this time around. She had died at least four times before, the marks of her deaths dotted on her body in the form of small, golder flowers. The last one had ended up on her temple, right about her eye, and the currently bleeding gash on it.
"......." She was silent as she picked up the boot that held Flowey. "Frisk.... Are you ....?" He asked softly, his petals wilting slightly at the sight of her blood. She simply nodded and kept walking. At least the wound had stopped bleeding, and her tears had stopped falling. There wasn't any time to that.
As she kept trudging through the deep snow, she shivered and noticed a small guard station down the path. As she approached it, she noticed it was in rough shape and seemed abandoned. Flowey whimpered softly, at obvious distress. "Let's keep going, Frisk I have a bad feeli-"
"Hey there sweet heart. " a strange new voice cut Flowey off.
Frisk turned slowly, coming face to face with a slightly taller, red eyed skeleton monster. "Aren't you a little lost, honey? " he let out a low chuckle and grinned. "And... Haven't you heard? In this world.... Its kill or be killed.. " his grin widened and his hand wrapped around Frisks throat, tightening instantly. Frisk heard Flowey scream out her name once, then everything went black as she suddenly died.
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