Petals

Frisk touches their face. They can't see. The golden petals have completely consumed their vision. They try to brush the petals aside, but they're too thick. Frisk feels for a stem, before realizing.
The flower has grown from their eye socket.

You sense a gentle touch on your shoulder, the fingers feel boney and hard. "It's ok, sweetheart."

AN: I know this description is bad, but it's all I can come up with at the moment.
~Disclaimer: I do not own Flowerfell, nor Undertale