"And so their journey began," Frisk read. "As the boys went along their journeys, their encountered each other, fought, argued, and talked. It was almost as if they hated each other. But one of the boys hearts was strong. Way too strong. With the power of his heart, he summoned a great weapon... The Keyblade." Frisk was disappointed in how the book chapter ended. They tossed the book aside, bored. "What a load of crap. No way is something like that real." Then, from far away, or at least, frisk felt it was far away, "c'mon, frisk... You know the Proper way to gain power... In this world, it's Kill Or Be Killed!" Frisk spun around. She didn't see anyone, but she could still hear that voice... Just Chuckling to itself... Frisk knew the voice of flowey, and they knew that this wasn't it... And yet it seemed familiar, like it had been their own voice once... "... No matter... My nerves haven't been right since I visited that island, far away... I wonder how it's doing now."
And Frisk continued to think, to walk down the stairway of deep thoughts, embarking on their journey to what would bring them back to the caverns of mount ebott, back to the dark mazes of the ruins.