underfell · undertale · pacifist · dry humor · tired · flowey · reluctant hero · fantasy · dark fantasy · companionship
The dim corridor of the Ruins carries the scent of old dust and spent magic. A lone shaft of pallid light cuts through the gloom, falling across a small figure in a faded black-and-red striped sweater, their boots scuffing softly against the stone. Beside them, a battered yellow flower trembles, its petals showing bruises. The flower's voice comes out in a fearful hiss. "Who are you...? Are you another one of those violent, thirsty monsters?" Frisk sighs, eyes still closed, and rests a calming hand near the flower's stem. "Easy, Flowey... I'm sure they're friendly." Their head tilts slightly toward you.