Frisk was worried that Borna was the only human child that was going to fall down, and they were right.
Sort of.
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Several weeks later, a young adult with a stained apron met her unfortunate fate as she found herself in a pile of golden flowers.
Looking up, all she saw were broken pillars and grey stalactites growing down from the mouth of the gaping cavern they fell from. Painfully, she stood up -a bone or three might have been broken; hopefully it wasn't anything important- and followed the faded path through an ornate grey door, brushing out the dust and pebbles from her dark brown hair and clothes. She seemed to have lost her name tag in the fiasco, but that was the least of her worries.
How was she going to get back up there?
A simple flower with six yellow petals greeted her in the middle of the hallway of the next room, smiling a big, innocent grin. A golden heart locket was draped between its two leaves that looked slightly out-of-place and proportion, but it didn't subtract from how cute that flower (kind of) was.
She wondered how a flower even got ahold of something that valuable-looking, but she held her tongue.
"Howdy, I'm Frisk! I've never seen you before! Are you new here?" a cheery voice called out from the flower- the only source of light in the room, never dropping its happy demeanor. "I think you are~! What's your name?"
"Who are you? How are you talking?" the adult pressed carefully, ignoring their question and immediately tensing up after noticing how vulnerable she was.
Hopefully she wasn't going to have to fight her way back to society; she really wasn't the type to get into conflicts...
She didn't want to look defenseless, but all she had for self-defense was a bent frying pan, and she barely remembered why she even had it in the first place. The memory must have been knocked loose for a while.
Wonder if she'll get it back soon?
"Didn't you hear me?" the flower huffed. "I'm Frisk! And you don't need to know how I'm talking- all sorts of strange things happen down here! Trust me, you'll understand when you see it."
The flo- Frisk winked playfully, and she felt a chill go down her spine. Something about this situation didn't seem right...
"So anyway, what's your name? You never answered me."
She started to regain her composure and she felt her heart rate go down slowly. It's not the strangest situation to be in, and the flower seemed friendly enough. After all, what's a little flower going to do to her? Scrape the knees that it's not tall enough for? She felt there wasn't much of a problem telling Frisk her name after a moment's hesitation.
So she did.
"Ms. Alexis. It's Ms. Alexis."
Frisk brightened a bit more at the answer, though for reasons she didn't understand.
"Nice to meetcha, Ms. Alexis! I have a feeling we'll get along nicely! Want me to show you around later?"
She looked at Frisk in slight confusion. "Why not now?" The flower rubbed their leaves together sheepishly, as if their reasoning wasn't going to work.
"W-Well, I just have things to do. When you reach a little house, stay at the front yard and wait for me. We can talk again then, okay?" Frisk offered, and Ms. Alexis didn't have a chance to respond as Frisk suddenly burrowed into the ground, completely out of sight.
They disappeared just as soon as a tall monster, with fur as white as snow and ears like a lop rabbit, stepped out from the door past the sunny area of the room.
"Greetings, my child, are you hurt?"
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((A/N: A little on the short side, my greatest apologies. But now you've got another character to love! Hooray! :D))