Frisk walked into the throne room. The room was bathed in light from the setting sun. A tense tune emanated from the harmonica, accompanied by the sound of howling wind. Standing in front of the throne was the cowboy, head tilted down, his face obscured by his hat and its shadow. A tumbleweed rolled between the two soon-to-be combatants. Both of their chests glowed in a heart shape, one red and the other yellow. Slow breaths were taken from both sides. Frisk clenched their knife tightly in their right hand. The cowboy twirled their gun with their left hand.

Check - Cowboy

HP 16 ATK 19 DEF 22

A Level Playing Field

The cowboy's gun stopped spinning. The music changed to another song; "Justice". The cowboy turned their head to the side as they reached their gun out in front of themselves and fired six times.

Frisk sidestepped five successive times and then cut the final bullet with their knife, disintegrating it completely. Frisk sprinted towards the cowboy, who was just standing there. They swung their knife at the cowboy's neck.

Suddenly, the cowboy wasn't there, they were behind Frisk, as if they'd phased straight through. Frisk turned around, only to see a gun pointed at their face. They took a bullet and recoiled, taking another bullet and another. The cowboy unloaded his entire chamber into Frisk, and gained distance from them in the process. HP: 63/99

Frisk dashed forward while slicing each of the bullets out of the air. They missed one, which lodged itself in their chest, but kept going.

Frisk stabbed towards the cowboy, looking for where he was about to go. Frisk instantly saw him a bit to their left and spun that way, swinging their knife. Once again, the cowboy dodged, this time all the way behind Frisk. He then aimed his gun at Frisk and shot them twice before they regained their footing and dodged the rest of the bullets. HP: 45/99

Frisk's eye was caught on something, a weird smiling monster in the corner. It looked like it was made of sand and had a small plant on its head. Suddenly, Frisk felt a pain in their side. They'd gotten distracted. They could kill that monster later. At that moment, Frisk had higher priorities.

Frisk dodged the remainder of the bullets coming their way and slashed at the cowboy, who dodged to the right. He suddenly was out of the way of an even more baffling sight than another monster who had escape Frisk: Flowey playing the harmonica. He even wore his own cowboy hat. The traitor, providing his talents to Frisk's enemy. Flowey winked and Frisk felt another pain in their side. Distracted. Again. HP: 33/99

Frisk dodged the other bullets, spared a moment to give Flowey their "creepy face," and then enacted a new plan as they sprinted towards the cowboy. They swung towards him with their knife. He dashed out of the way… of Frisk's toy knife. In their other hand was the real knife, which was right where Frisk needed it.

They slashed right at the cowboy's chest. Above him a number, signifying the damage dealt, appeared. Zero.

Frisk froze. Their opponent had 16 HP and 22 DEF. They should be dead! They should be itty bitty specs of dust on the floor! They should've been entirely obliterated!

They repositioned their cowboy hat, revealing their face. The smiling face of a human. Frisk felt cold steel press into their chest.

"The name's Clover."

The statement was punctuated with six loud blasts into Frisk's chest. HP: 0/99.

Game Over.

"Huh?! How did you live that, Clover?!" Flowey asked.

"Golden Pear," Clover stated as he retrieved a Golden Cactus from his inventory and began to eat it.

"Why are you doing that?!" Flowey demanded.

"Just in case," Clover replied with a wink.