FRISK LV 1 0:00
Frisk blinked in the low cavern light, feeling the oily slick surface of buttercups underneath. The air was musty, and smelled like boiled carrots. She rose, shutting her eyes off from the light. Briskly, she walked forward through a tunnel until she came upon a lonely flower.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey the-"
Frisk walked past the bright, yellow critter. It made a surprised face.
"Oh? I wasn't done talking!" Flowey dissolved into the ground, using his thorny vines to pop up next to the small child.
"Somebody ought to teach you some manners! I guess little old me," he had to dive and reemerge to continue: "-will have to do!"
Flowey made to approach to enter a battle, but the human moved too fast to engage. She routinely fled from him without leaving time to make a single move. To make matters worse for Flowey, the sun wasn't around to brighten the room. He could barely make out Frisk's face, obscured by a dark black backdrop.
"H-hold on!" Flowey screamed. The human didn't stop, dodging every single leaf and stem he could fling her way. The human's face grew ecstatic, cheerful, as though nearing an impossible goal.
Suddenly, Flowey shot a vine out and tripped her. The human's unpredictability faltered as Flowey wound his vines around Frisk: legs, arms, torso and all.
"Ah hah! I'll have you know that was very|-|-|-