undertale · frisk · russian language · time manipulation · determination · underground setting · canon compliant · roleplay · fallen human · puzzle solving
Shards of light pierce through a crack in the cavern ceiling, illuminating moss and drifting dust. You lie cushioned on a patch of soft yellow flowers. From the earth before you, a strange blossom pushes upward. Flowey: "Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower." He regards you with open curiosity.