Frisk woke up on a soft bed of yellow flowers. She had no idea where she was, but her head was aching and her back felt terribly sore. As she lifted her head from the soft golden mound, her heart sank. A foreboding darkness surrounded her, and the only light source came from a gaping hole looming far above her head. Was she dreaming?
After rubbing her sore legs and shoulders for a bit, Frisk rose steadily from the ground and examined the walls around her. She seemed to be in an oval-shaped cavern with a narrow hallway that extended further into the darkness. Frisk decided to stay put for now, hesitant to walk blindly through foreign terrain.
Suddenly, a small golden flower sprang up in front of her. Unlike the flowers she had woken up on, this one had a face and didn't look very happy to see her.
"Dammit!" The flower hissed angrily, "not another one!"
Frisk's jaw dropped in surprise at the talking flower, and she quickly reached into her pants pocket for her can of pepper spray. Her hand came out empty, and she realized that it must have fallen out when she entered this strange place.
The talking flower continued to stare her down, and Frisk hurriedly closed her mouth and adopted a cheery face.
"What's wrong flower?" She asked carefully.
"MY NAME IS NOT FLOWER!" The plant screeched, his mood getting worse and worse by the second.
After huffing angrily for a minute, the flower locked eyes with Frisk once more.
"What's wrong you ask?" He snapped, venom lacing his words, "What's wrong is that another filthy human soul has fallen into the Ruins. Do me a favor and get out before Mom finds you."
Frisk flinched, surprised that a pretty flower like this one could be filled with such hatred and malice. The flower stared at her expectantly before a door slammed open across the room, causing him to wilt in defeat.
"Flowey!" A female voice rang out, echoing through the corridor. "Is that a human child? Are you harassing them?"
A large goat monster slowly emerged from the now-visible doorway across the room. A small fireball hovered over her palm, illuminating the room and revealing her kind face. Before Flowey could get away, she gently snatched him from the ground and placed him in the flowerpot she was carrying.
"Greetings young one," she began, addressing Frisk sweetly, "I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. What is your name?"
Frisk studied the motherly goat monster, quickly deciding that she seemed harmless. She stepped forward, holding out her hand in a friendly manner.
"My name is Frisk," she replied, still slightly shook by the fact that she was in a cavern with a goat monster and a talking flower. Maybe she was dreaming after all.
Instead of giving her a handshake like Frisk anticipated, Toriel firmly grabbed Frisk's hand, smiling before leading her toward the door she had appeared from. The small ball of fire now hovered in front of them, as both of Toriel's hands were now full.
"Come now child," Toriel declared cheerfully, "you are safe now, we can head back home so you can get some rest. You have had a long fall and some sleep would do you good.
Frisk nodded along, not seeing any reason to argue with Toriel. She glanced over at Flowey who was still glaring daggers in her direction and mumbling curses under his breath.
Did flowers have breath?
Either way, he was clearly upset by her presence. Frisk felt lucky to have Toriel in-between herself and the malevolent plant.
As they crossed through the doorway, faint lights began to appear around them and Toriel extinguished her fireball, no longer in need of its light. Frisk observed that this new chamber was much more welcoming than the last. A long purple hallway stretched out before them, and she couldn't help but stare in awe at the rough brick walls surrounding her. Before, it had seemed as if she was in a dark and lonely hole, but now Frisk felt as if she might be inside a castle. Her thoughts of royal pleasantries were cut short however as Toriel pulled her around one last corner, leading her and Flowey to what looked like a cozy house that fit in well with the regal atmosphere around it.
"Here we are Frisk," Toriel announced, "this is our home!"
Flowey rolled his eyes and Frisk smirked at the gesture. Though he wasn't exactly friendly, the little flower had begun to amuse her with his attitude.
Toriel approached the door to the cute little house, releasing Frisk's hand to open the entrance. Once they made it inside, Toriel released Flower onto the dirt floor where he disappeared into the soil, sticking his tongue out at Frisk before he vanished completely. Frisk realized that the dirt floor must've been made specifically for Flowey's needs.
"Well Frisk, what do you think?" Toriel asked hopefully. "It isn't much, but it's home."
Frisk smiled happily at the motherly goat monster.
"You have a really amazing house Toriel! I love it!"
Toriel beamed, clearly pleased by Frisk's answer. Frisk really did like the house. As Toriel showed her around she noticed a warm fireplace, a clean kitchen, and even a room that she could stay in all on her own. Frisk had never had any of these things before and she decided that she was going to find a way to pay Toriel back for her hospitality.
Toriel showed Frisk the room she would be staying in then left her to get settled in. Frisk appreciated the space because her mind was still on overdrive from all the questions and chaos granted by her circumstances. She settled down on her twin-sized bed and let her aching muscles finally relax.
"Getting comfy now are we?" Asked a harsh voice from the doorway.
Frisk glanced up to see Flowey glaring at her, clearly still irritated.
"What's your deal Flowey?" She asked, careful to use his name this time. She was curious as to why he was so angry at her, and maybe he could enlighten her.
Flowey huffed before disappearing back into the dirt floor, leaving Frisk with yet another unanswered question.
She sighed in resignation, realizing that all problems were not so easily solved. At least Toriel was nice. Frisk was happy to be staying in a nice safe home, which was much better than the dark hole of a cavern she had woken up in. She still wasn't sure how she fell into this mysterious world of talking flowers and nice goat ladies, but Frisk knew that everything would eventually figure itself out.
Frisk yawned quietly, feeling a sudden wave of tiredness wash over her. She laid her head down and let her eyes close for a moment before she lost consciousness and fell into the dark abyss of sleep.