Frisk opened her eyes, sunlight fluttering in her face. She sat up, rubbing her bleary eyes, observing her surroundings. She had fallen on a field of pink flowers, which had apparently broken her fall. Her pink purple sweater was covered in petals. She stumbled up and brushed off her shorts. She curiously walked away from the safety of the field and turned the corner. She continued she heard a voice. "Howdy! I'm Flowey!" It said cheerfully, making her jump. She turned around, facing the pink flower with..... a face?! "-Flowey the flower!
She was confused, how can a flower talk?! "Boy! You're probably so confused, i guess lil ol' me will have to show ya!" Flowery said, winking. Then suddenly everything flickered to black and white. "You see that heart? That is your soul! The very culmination of your being!" He explained. Frisk looked down, seeing a hot pink soul floating a few inches away. "Your soul starts of weak, but it can grow strong by gaining LV. What's Lv you ask? Why LOVE of course? You want some love don't cha? Well I can share some with you! Just run into the little...white.... uhm... 'love pellets'!" Flowey continued, around six heart shaped pellets suddenly appeared above him. Frisk stepped back, this didn't seem safe. . . "You ready? Here we go!" He said, the pellets firing at her.
Even if she had tried to dodge them, they would've still smashed against her. She felt the wind knocked out of her as she fell to the ground. She felt a hot liquid run down her face, blood. "HEHEHE, you really are stupid, aren't you? Down here, ITS KILL OR BE KILLED." The flower said with grim glee. The pellets ,multiplied, surrounding her. She curled up into a ball, tears starting to dribble down her face. She heard the flower's cold cackle and the pellets darting towards her. "I don't wanna die!" She tried to scream, but the words got caught in her throat. Suddenly the sound of crackling fire swirled around Frisk, making her peak out from between her knees. A light magenta fire surrounded her, protecting her from the pellets. They suddenly vanished, and there was no more evil talking flower.
Instead in his place was a goat. Her fur was a fluffy white, and her eyes a dark crimson. Her dress appeared to have some sort of a symbol on it. Horns poked out from the top of her head, and a necklace was strung around her neck. "Greetings my child, I am Toriel, caretaker of the Haven-Ruins."
TBC
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