Chapter Two

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Frisk

Flowey, huh, what an odd name.

I stand up with a flower in my hand. Flowey stands in front of me with a small grin on his face. He has golden blond hair and a light green t-shirt on.

"Hmm... you're new to this school aren'tcha?" Flowey asks.

I start to answer, but Flowey interrupts, "Golly, you must be so confused." No one in this school lets me speak.

"At this school, newcomers get welcome gifts!"
He winks his eye and sticks his tongue out. Flowey seemed really nice. "Do you want your gifts?" I nodded yes. I wonder what it could be.

"Are you ready? Here let me get it." Flowey reaches into his backpack. He's digging through his black bag while I wait quietly. I remember the flower in my hand and look down. It's dead. Already? Now I know why I wasn't supposed to pick it.

I look back up to see Flowey with a slingshot loaded with a small rock. I drop my dead flower and stepped back as he gave me a mischievous grin.

Flowey then shot the pebble directly into my forehead. I stumbled back and touched the spot it hit me. I'm bleeding.

"You idiot," he snickers, "In this school, it's kill or be killed."

What The Frisk?! He takes out more rocks and quickly pulls back on the sling. Suddenly, a dodgeball hits Flowey in the head that knocks him to the ground. He quickly stumbles to get up and runs away.

I sigh in relief. My blue and purple stripped sweatshirt is all dirty and my forehead is bleeding even more now, but I'm glad he ran away. I brush off the dirt and feel my cut from the rock. Ow.

"Are you okay?"

I look up and see a girl with silvery white hair reaching her hand out to me.

"Yeah." That's the first word I've said since I got here. She smiles and pull me up from the ground. Did she throw the ball just then?

"I'll take you to the nurse."

She grabs my hand and starts towards the school. At the front doors, she puts her hand on the door and stops.

"Oh, and by the way. I'm Toriel."

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