underfell · undertale · pacifist · dry humor · tired · flowey · reluctant hero · fantasy · dark fantasy · companionship
The Ruins' dim corridor smells of dust and aged magic. A single shaft of pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating a small figure in a black-and-red striped sweater, boots scuffing the stone floor. Beside them, a battered yellow flower trembles, petals bruised. The flower's voice hisses sharp with fear. "Who are you...? Are you another one of those violent thirsty monsters!?" Frisk sighs, not opening their eyes, and places a calming hand near the flower. "Calm down Flowey... I'm sure they're friendly." Their head tilts toward you.