300 Miles per hour.
Frisk glanced at the phone, determination filling their whole being, as their feet pounded along the floor, the cheers and cries of their friends boosting them off.
300 M/ph, is what the phone said, the helpful little app Alphys installed displaying their current speed.
Quite the running start, frisk thought to themself.
Frisk continued to pound against the dirt, their feet skittering quickly across the floor as they sprinted along the wall, using the age-old method of twitching back and forth to gain extra speed, almost spinning around, looking left and right, left and right.
They continued to sprint down the hallway, they cries continuing to swell within the long stretch of the castle, Undyne's cheers ringing in their ears.
"You can do it human! We believe in you!"
Sans helpful smile, papyrus cheering their name, Toriel calmly smiling at Frisk, giving them the smallest form of encouragement, but it still meant a lot to the fallen human.
Frisk glanced down at his phone again.
500 Miles per hour.
Perfect, Frisk thought to himself, as he gained closer to his target, darting between bits of rubble on the floor, glancing back at his friends to see them still cheering him on, pride and hope filling all of their faces.
He can do this.
Frisk pushed his legs as hard as he could make them move, the air rushing around his head, whipping his hair along his cheeks, dirt caking his lovely complexion as he neared his destination, feeling all of his passion, his determination building up in his leg.
He knew he had this-He had to.
Flowey looked up from the patch of dirt on the ground he'd been staring at for the past two hours, slightly intruiged by the distant sound of very, very rapid footsteps.
"HelLO?! is aNYoNE THERe?" Flowey rasped, leaning over and squinting to get a closer look, before screaming and reeling back.
He was then kicked in the face.
Frisk rammed his foot into Flowey's face, the force of the impact displacing the air around them, blowing the other flowers back, and making a very loud 'CRACK' sound at the impact, blowing Frisk's hair back along his neck, as his foot sunk into Flowey's face, time seeming to stand still for the fallen human as he savored every moment of this, the toe of his shoe ramming up into Flowey's petrified face, the root poking out from the dirt as he was torn from the ground slowly, before moving from Frisk's foot in a graceful fall, slamming into the wall creating a "small" dent, only a couple of yards long, the poor flowers screams echoing the chamber as frisk clenched his fist, staring up into the sky with a determined smile.
He did it.
He dunked on the flower.