Flowerfell: The prologue

Spooky Scary Skeletons

Heya! Its Chara, (lol) your author here. Just wanted to say that this was not created on my own. I have a friend on Insta (or if hes here he can comment) named "sans_is_here_ 92738" who helped me write this because he's a AWESOME rper. Thank y'all for your time and continue reading uwu
-author chan

Frisk hesitated. For some reason she didn't want to, as if something wasn't right about this situation. "No," She told her thoughts, "It's the polite thing to do." Frisk turned around and shook the strangers hand. She felt a tingling vibration throughtout her body. The stranger laughed, "Can't  believe you fell for the old buzzer-in-the-hand trick." Frisk laughed, "Pfffff, I gotta hand it to ya, that was quite good," Frisk winked, "Sorry if my puns are a buzz-kill." The stranger laughed, "Good one kid."
"AAAAGGHH THAT WAS THE WORST!" Flowey said. "Oh look, a weed." The stranger said, giving Flowey a creepy stare. Flowey growled. Frisk tried to ease the tension, "Flowey, be nice please."
"You wanna go flower, come at me weed." The skeleton teased. Flowey was fuming, "LETS FUCKING GO THEN!" Frisk sighed and walked across the bridge to the other side. "OH ITS ON BITCH," The skeleton said while summoning bones. Frisk gasped and tried to dodge them. "Not you human, the flower," Frisk continued to jump them while holding Flowey. "The flower is the bitch." Frisk stopped and the skeleton put away his attack. "Well Flowey is my friend too and I know that he's only mean for the same reason everyone wants to kill," Frisk said bluntly. The skeleton sighed and walked past Frisk, towering over her with an oversized and warmth-emitting jacket. "Follow me," The skeleton said tiredly. "Ok," Frisk said. Then she stopped. "What's your name?"
"Sans... Sans the skeleton." Frisk smiled, "Nice to meet you Sans, I'm Frisk." Sans said nothing, and for some reason also emitted anger as he walked. Frisk could sense this, "Sans..."
"What is it?"
"Are you mad at me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I can feel something is wrong, your smile is forced." Frisk paused, "I might only be 15 but I'm an expert at reading faces." Sans looked at Frisk, "Look kid in this place you always gotta seem pissed, or else people will think you're soft, and if you're soft you die." Frisk smiled, "Well maybe, someday, I can change their thinking," Frisk stopped and squinted her eyes at a distant silhouette, "Who's that up ahead?"