I'm not doing commissions but I take art requests! Ima Undertale, Genshin, and Limbus Company fan artist with an obsession with Frans. I have a comic called The World Falls Once Again (TWFOA) here and on webtoon!
I am...very sorry hahaha. Drawing this whole epilogue, five years late no less, only to leave it on a total cliffhanger. But I'm very happy with this. I will definitely follow up on this in between drawing TWFOA (I hope I can do "Flowerfell: Side Stories" like the lil' jacket story).
I write stories on a total whim so I can't promise anything but the surface story of Flowerfell: "I'm Cold" is something I do want to write. [as of 17 April 2026, when I finished the last few pages]
"The periwinkle that once blossomed, will you continue to let it bloom, even after it has withered so?"
Fifth Anniversary
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This is a newly written version of part 5, part 6 and part 7 of the original "I'm Cold".
The Barrier
Sans was confused.
He wasn't sure what to do, all he knew was that Frisk was way too jittery, not that he would know what a normal human's jitters were but she certainly was more jittery than she was before, and that was probably not good.
He tried to think about how to calm people down. Though nothing really came to mind, when was the last time he calmed someone down? He riled people up much more than he ever calmed anyone down.
Then a memory came to mind, one from so long ago and blurted out: “you wanna hear a story? how ‘bout i read a story? just to keep your thoughts adrift.”
She didn't respond but it was really the only thing that came to mind. And so he told a story. A story of a prince and his brother. A sad story, which seemed to disappoint her when there was no happy ending.
He chuckled to himself, he was far too cynical to try to come up with a happy ending. After all, that prince and his little brother…well, they never had a happy ending.
Sans placed his hand onto Frisk's, “why don't we get goin’?”
She happily said okay and followed his lead.
How trustful…well, he supposed there was no particular reason she wouldn't trust him at this point.
Didn't make it any weirder of a feeling though.
As they walked through the judgement hall showered in gold, Frisk asked: “Where are we going?”
For Sans to simply reply: “to the barrier.”
…
As soon as Frisk heard that they were going to the barrier, her immediate question was: “How close are we?”
Perhaps she had been excited since this was the destination she had longed for for what seemed to be years, hundreds of iterations since she'd promised Toriel when she left the Ruins.
Sans said: “very close.” And paused, “are you ready, sweetheart?”
The pet name was particular. She never really processed it before but she had nothing more than the feeling of the ground under her feet, his hand in hers, and the sound of his voice.
How that word sounded much more special now that she could not see him.
“Yes.” said Frisk. And he continued forward, still with her hand in his.
They did not walk for very much longer before he paused once again. They stood for quite a while before Frisk asked: “Is this it?”
A gentle chuckle came from him, “you mean the barrier?”
“Don't laugh! I can't see.” She did her best to not let the words settle in, “Yeah…Is this the barrier?” She admitted that she didn't really feel any different, she wondered what the barrier looked like, could you see the outside? Or was it like a wall that blocked any connection with the outside?
Sans responded, “Yep. The barrier is right ahead.”
Frisk let her legs give out, she…they'd finally made it! “T-then…can you do me a favour?”
“depends.” His voice…could he tell what she wanted to ask? He sounded sad.
She reached out to the direction of his voice and grabbed some sort of cloth, “P-please!” She begged, “J-just one more.”
She knew she owed him a lot. A lot more than she could pay. But for some reason…anything she owed seemed to be minor compared to what she was about to do.
She heard him sit down and his bony fingers caressed her cheek, “okay fine. what is it?”
She braced herself for his response…was this the right thing to do? She breathed out, not realising that she had been holding her breath, “Could you…kill me one last time?”
The silence nearly killed her…heh. Then his despair leaked out of his voice as he asked: “what?”
“Just hurry and kill me fast.” She pleaded, just like all those times you did before.
He seemed to hold his breath, then he breathed out, “won't you come back?”
Ah. That was fair, she only made it this far because she kept coming back. But there was something innate about this twisted power that she realised after a while, “I only come back if I'm determined to.”
Every time she rewound time, every time a blossom bloomed on her skin, her resolve to save the pitiful monsters grew stronger.
And now, to save them…”This time, I'm determined to die, and save the monsters.” And finally be buried, amongst the same blossoms that have found their home taking from me.
The silence was deafening. She could barely feel the petals brushing on her legs. Sound was all that kept her grounded. If he'd say something…or…
Two arms wrapped around her body. Ah.
A feeling she knew all too well, fear.
He didn't tremble. He didn't shake. There was nothing obvious he showed about his fear, but she could feel it. She knew.
It did confuse her. Fear? He didn't even show any of that when he faced Undyne, or when he whisked her away right in front of his brother.
Why would he fear taking her life?
His head rested on her shoulder, “is that really what you want?”
She leaned into his embrace. At least it kept her remembering the world around her, and with a smile, she said: “Yeah, that's all I want.”
A sound sparked in her ear, it sounded like the same magic that she'd been trying to avoid this whole time.
And then a sharp pain jolted from her chest. Ah. He impaled her.
As her life began draining, much faster than it was before, she whispered to him, “Hey Sans.” She internally chuckled, “I'm cold.”
It was so very cold.
…
“Sans. What is this?”
“y-your majesty.”
“I do not recall giving you permission to release the souls.”
“i didn't free them. they broke out when i killed the human. the barrier hasn't taken the souls yet.”
“your majesty can still do the honours.”
“Step aside.”
Frisk could feel someone before her. Someone who had to experience this world of suffering and pain hundreds more times than any human would understand.
She could read every essence of him. Everything that made him what he was now.
His grief.
What made him kill all the children.
What made him disregard his once dear wife.
What made him into the king of blood he was now.
“So you are the new soul.”
“Indeed I am.” Frisk leaned forward. Ah, they could see her, they could hear her. The bewildered expression on the king's face was so amusing. She leaned forward, a goat monster much like Toriel. With striking ebony hair and much longer horns.
His dark eyes were as wide as they could be.
His maroon cape flapped behind him as he took a step back, “Hello, your royal majesty.”
She felt her soul. Ah, that was all that was left of her, “I have one request.” Yes, she knew innately, the other children told her, the barrier itself told her, they told her that she could do this, “if you want me to break the barrier.” She could choose to let her soul vanish without taking the barrier with her.
The king immediately leaned close and asked, “What is it?” It must have been very important for him to break the barrier.
She heard Sans chuckle, “I would like you…to always be kind. And use violence as the last resort.” She knew that it wasn't possible for them to suddenly go without violence when they'd been leaning on it to survive.
But at the very least, the king could try to leave violence as a measure for when they have no choice.
He glanced away. Ah, he's always known. ‘Kill or be killed’ was something he regretted ever since he announced it. The moment Toriel had staged a rebellion when she heard it, when the people had outcast her for speaking against him, his thoughts snapped back to reality. But his people embraced the idea. And there was no stopping the wheel of fate he pushed down the hill.
Still keeping off eye contact, he asked: “And if I do not adhere to your request?”
She chuckled, “You and your people will find yourself under another curse.” The mercenaries outside and the humans beyond are merciless. They will kill you.
She leaned closer to him, “You need to prove that you are not dangerous to the humans.”
“...I accept your request, human.” She let herself fall down a little. Heh, floating was kinda fun.
She clapped her hands, “Great!” She turned around to see Sans, “Sans! Make sure he keeps his promise, alright?”
He responded with a: “mhm.”
She then addressed the other souls. The children before her, “Let's go now, shall we?” Finally, we can go.
She felt relief from the children, those who were so very happy that their consciousness within their souls, the consciousness that had rotted decades ago, were finally freed.
And she took one last glance at Sans. “And Sans…” She thought back on her journey, how cold everything was from the Ruins to frozen Snowdin, in Waterfall, in that muddy puddle of water…but… “I'll miss your warmth.” Tears fell down her face, through the petals that had blossomed over the eyes.
Ah…it's the end. I will never see him again.
Oh. Perhaps. Sweetheart…my Sans, I also wanted to say that to you.
5th anniversary
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For the world we wanted. One of peace and coexistence, it will be hard, my friend.
But not impossible.
Stay Determined.
The Ruins (Part 2)
Frisk woke up.
The world, unfamiliar at first but she remembered what situation she was in. She had fallen into the Underground.
“You're awake!”
She turned to see the flower…the one named flowey. “Mornin’.” Frisk said on instinct.
The flower was sprawled on the bedside table, “So right, I was thinking. It is easier to find food outside the Ruins. So, all we need to do is get you out of here.”
She tilted her head, “And how do we do that? Is there like a door or something?”
Flowey chuckled, “That's exactly right.”
“Huh?” Frisk stepped off the bed, “And where is that door?”
Flowey reached over to her and wrapped his vines on the arm, it was a ticklish feeling but not as bad as the stinging- Frisk just remembered her odd predicament of flowers growing on her body.
“It's in the basement.” Frisk snapped out of her thoughts and looked down at the flower, “The thing is, the basement is hard to get to.”
Frisk hummed as she opened the door, “Oh and don't talk to me in front of her.” The flower slithered up into her sleeve as it said that.
“Oh, good morning, my child.” The word left a bad taste in her mouth after the occurrences of the previous day.
Frisk nodded in response, “Would you like the pie from yesterday? I can heat it up.”
“N-no…uhm.” She waved her hands in front of her, “I…uh…I don't like pie.”
Toriel stared at her for a moment before a smile stretched over her face uneasily, “Oh, why didn't you mention that earlier! I can go prepare something else. Have a seat.”
Frisk chuckled to hide a lack of response. She followed Toriel into the living room where she was ushered into the seat while Toriel was busy in the kitchen. She whispered in a low voice, “Should I try?” She glanced at the chains blocking the staircase down.
Flowey slithered up her sleeve and popped out at the neck of her sweater, “Might be risky but I think this is your best chance.”
“Alright.” Frisk whispered back. She slowly got off the chair, making sure not to let the chair creak.
She tiptoed to the staircase and fiddled with the chains a little. Showing no signs of budging, she decided to go for something a little different. She glanced at the kitchen…no sign of Toriel finishing cooking.
She breathed in. Then grabbed the bannister and threw herself over the chains and onto the staircase.
Thankfully, she landed on her feet and the timber staircase didn't whine under her weight. She breathed out, lucky!
She carefully stepped down the staircase. The steps were all well and good but the landing, unfortunately, creaked under her weight.
And judging by how the sounds in the kitchen stopped.
Toriel heard it.
Frisk's breathing staggered, run.
She ran down the stairs without more hesitation. The hallway was unfathomably long but she ran. Ran and ran, hearing Toriel behind her, she knew she couldn't stop.
A purple door came into view. A door that would have matched the doorway to the entrance of the Ruins that Frisk saw before.
She slammed into the door but it wouldn't budge. She couldn't take a moment to catch her breath, so she pushed the door again. It didn't budge. She tried to see if there was a handle. Not one could be seen.
“That's enough.” Said a thundering voice from behind her, “You are not getting out of here.” A searing hot pain shot up her back and she screamed.
Only to awaken at the patch of scarlet blossoms.
Another flower grew on her arm, right beside the original one she had.
“We have arrived.” said Toriel just like the two iterations before, “Come in. I will prepare some pie for you.”
Frisk quickly followed her into the house.
The pie was presented.
A slice was cut and placed onto a plate.
Frisk refused saying she was tired and she didn't like pie.
She was ushered back into the bedroom.
Under the sheets, she fiddled with the flower on her arm, it stung. Oh how drained the warmth from her.
“I guess that's a no.”
She glanced at the bedside table, “Should I try the food next time?”
“Mmm, let me check what she puts in it first.”
—
And so the iterations started to multiply.
First, she tried to eat after Flowey said it was all good. The food was fine. But the water presented to her was poisoned.
Another flower on her arm.
She tried to refuse the drink. It worked but she couldn't find another opportunity to run before the next meal, Toriel kept her eye on her the entire day.
The next meal was poisoned. She hoped it wouldn't kill her.
A flower on her other arm.
She had her meal, refused the water, tried to talk to Toriel about leaving.
Taboo topic.
She was burned alive on the spot.
A flower on her arm.
Meal. Refuse water. Asked to explore the house. She was allowed to but Toriel followed her. She didn't dare ask about the basement.
She refused the next meal, saying she wasn't hungry.
Toriel wouldn't leave her the whole day. The last meal came. Not poisoned, Frisk ate and went to bed.
The next morning, first meal was poisoned. She refused. Water also poisoned. Frisk was getting thirsty. She refused anyway.
This wasn't going anywhere. As Toriel prepared the second meal, Frisk tried to escape, avoiding the creaky landing, but her footsteps in the echoey corridor alerted Toriel.
She was burned alive again.
A flower bloomed on her face, right below her left cheek.
…
Frisk slumped over her knees in the bedroom. “Should I try to talk to her?”
“What would you say?”
She sighed, “I dunno.” She gripped her arms, slowly feeling colder and colder. The flowers were unrelenting in consuming her warmth.
“Hmm.”
She remembered what Toriel had said when she tried to ask how to leave the Ruins.
“You shall not! Not like everyone else! If you want to sacrifice your soul so badly…I'll destroy it myself!”
Everyone else…were there other children besides her?
This time, after awakening, Frisk let herself be ushered to the seat as Toriel prepared the first meal.
Quietly as before, Frisk tiptoed down the corridor. Rather than to escape, she rushed to the bedroom beside the one she slept in and opened the door.
Toriel's room.
She rummaged around the tables and drawers and eventually found a notebook. A journal.
She opened it.
Manic scribbles. Unreadable. She flipped the page.
The first was younger than Chara. I thought he would spare them.
Frisk brushed the yellowed page, how old was this?
The second was a kindly child. They told me about their mommy and daddy. Their older siblings up on the surface. How they very much missed them.
Surely mercy was allowed for such a sweet child much like how Asriel was?
Horrific scribbles followed that page. Frisk supposed mercy was not granted.
I won't allow the third to leave.
That was the last line on the page of scribbles.
The third was such a wonderful child. He listened to my stories everyday. It reminded me of how I used to tell stories about the surface to Chara and Asriel.
Nostalgia made me complacent. I forgot my resolve, I let him go.
The next page was empty. And so was the next, as if she missed a couple pages. The next was filled with more coherent ramblings.
The child is dead. Dead. How could they? How could I? They're dead because of me!
The ramblings were surmised as such…
Frisk began to feel a little guilty.
The fourth has arrived. An academic? He was so very curious. I made the mistake of telling him about the rest of the Underground. He ran away.
The following pages were incoherent.
Her sanity was clearly faltering.
Too many children had been lost. And she saw it as her responsibility to keep them safe.
The fifth. She is beautiful. She loves to cook. I can keep her-…She can stay. She hasn't said she wanted to leave. I shall not repeat my mistakes. I never mentioned the surface. I never mentioned the rest of the Underground. She has no reason to leave!
The fifth was a good girl.
The rest of the page was drenched in ink. Whatever happened to this child…Toriel clearly hadn't wanted to recall.
The sixth. She was adorable. She loved dance. Oh why does the surface test me? I let this girl's sister die!
She ran away.
Incoherent ramblings filled the next few pages.
And finally.
When the seventh comes. I will not allow their soul to reach their hands. He will not touch his paws on them!
I will take their soul. I will destroy it before they even try to leave.
Frisk gently placed the journal back into the drawer.
“Do you see why I told you to escape?”
She ignored the flower. Her mind was filled with thoughts.
This was it.
Toriel's guilt. Her guilt to all these children. They were her key to getting out.
The door opened.
“What are you doing here? I told you to stay at the table.”
Frisk put on a smile, “I was curious.” She turned around, “The house is so pretty, I wanted to look around.”
Toriel hid her anger. Though Frisk was well aware of that expression.
It was fear that she'd seen something she shouldn't have. “What did you cook?” Frisk happily skipped out of the room
“Ah…A salad from some vegetables you can find around the ruins.”
Frisk smiled, “How lovely.” She sat down and ate the food heartedly, knowing that it wasn't poisoned. As she finished the meal, Toriel hesitated before offering her the water.
Frisk refused with a smile.
Toriel retreated to the armchair and began reading a book. Frisk quietly sat on the other armchair, looking around.
Perhaps a few hours had passed, there was no way of really telling time here. Frisk walked up to Toriel and asked what book she was reading.
Toriel happily shared about the contents of the book. About snails and about cooking recipes. What an odd book.
In the middle of her rambles, Toriel suddenly stopped and stared at Frisk. Her expression was unchanging from the one she'd seen before…A guilty expression. She remembered the kind of people who made that expression again.
“Ah. I…I should be preparing your next meal.” said Toriel as she hurriedly scuttled away.
Frisk sat back down at the armchair, “Flowey.” she whispered, “I don't think she'll think about poisoning the meal but can you go check?”
Flowey popped out of her sleeve, “Mhm. I dunno what you're trying to do but I'll be checking…” He slithered on the armrest and disappeared from her vision.
Frisk breathed in and out. “It's alright.” She told herself, “Everything will be alright.”
Before long, the meal was served. Flowey said she hadn't poisoned it. Rather…Toriel seemed to be distracted.
Frisk smiled and ate. Things were going better. She hoped to at least have another perfectly good meal. “Thank you for the meal, Toriel.” Toriel only mumbled a short: It is only my duty.
Frisk retreated into the room for the rest of the day. “Hey,” Flowey said as she sat on the bed, “What are you trying to do?”
She glanced over to the flower, “Be a child.”
Flowey was even more confused. His expression made Frisk laugh, “A mother never wants to kill a child.” She glanced away, “Even if she resolved herself to take my soul…Making her soften her resolve isn't too hard.”
“So…You are going to be acting like a child to get out of here? That would only want her to make you stay though.” Flowey glowered, clearly unapproving of the idea.
She brought her knees up to her chin, “Flowey, killing isn't the only solution. Kindness is much more scary than any killer.”
“So what…” He quirked his eyebrow, “You're gonna be…killing her with kindness?”
Frisk chuckled at the expression, “That's right. Kindness melts barriers. See, the meal that was supposed to be poisoned wasn't because I interacted with her as a curious child. But not so curious that I want to leave.”
She stretched her arms out, the flowers on her arms stung her relentlessly even if she did not touch them, “There is a simple way out. I can't break down the door, and neither can you. So, we'll need her to open the door for us.”
“Easier said than done.” Grumbled the little flower.
A chuckle escaped from Frisk's mouth, “Sure is. But for the sake of the rest of the Underground…What use is it of me to stay here? The next child will come and another. They'll keep coming. They'll all eventually want to leave like the six before me. They'll all eventually get their soul taken, whether by Toriel's hand or those from beyond the door.”
“Thats…” Flowey struggled to come up with a retort, “That's not wrong.” He slumped on the bedside table.
“And I've got the feeling that Toriel doesn't truly despise those out there. Everyone is doing what they can to survive and she knows that…” Frisk thought back to the scribbles. She knows that, but how much did she decide to disregard because of the poor fate of all the human children?
Frisk turned to flowey, “I'm not a child, you know?”
Flowey stared at her, confused, “Maybe by your standards but up there, I'm no child.”
“What're you going on about?” Frisk shut her eyes, refusing to elaborate.
Flowey sighed and wrapped around her arm, “So you didn't really answer how you were gonna get outta here.”
“Heh.” She opened her eyes and glanced at Flowey, “I'll ask her to let me out.”
Flowey rolled his eyes, “That's what everyone did. Including you.”
She leaned on the bedhead, “The difference is the time you spend with her.” She mumbled, “The only thing that worries me is that she'll start to poison my meals again.”
“Well,” said the flower, “I'll be checking for you.”
She glanced at the flower, “You do know it is suspicious if I refuse every meal that has been poisoned right?”
The flower grumbled incoherently. “It's alright. Do check for me. I might have to refuse some unpoisoned meals to get her off my case.”
…
And so, a few days passed. She'd be picky with the food until it got to a point where Toriel had stopped poisoning anything, including the water.
She never truly relaxed but still…enjoyed a life where someone cared for her.
There were some dangerous topics to avoid. She knew what would trigger Toriel and that would end in another blossom. And thus, she was very careful with every conversation she had.
Conversations were helpful. It helped to create a connection with Toriel. It helped to lower her guard. She'd make herself seem pitiful, a poor child who was sacrificed to the mountain -even if that wasn't the case-. Cracks in the story were fine, Toriel wasn't in a state of mind to pick up on it.
Though more than conversations, activities were far more fulfilling. Toriel hadn't allowed Frisk in the kitchen initially, when Toriel was still poisoning her food. But after a while, it seems that she had given up and she let Frisk watch her cook.
Frisk drew doodles as well, with scrapped papers in the bedroom. She'd seen the fear in her eyes when Frisk first showed Toriel a drawing.
But no flowers yet.
The longer Frisk stayed, the longer she realised why all the children had eventually left.
It wasn't the small size of the Ruins, though it was likely a reason for some children.
Insatiable curiosity. Even if the children hadn't known the existence of the rest of the Underground, they'd think there was a way back to the surface.
And therein lies the problem.
It wasn't hard to realise that Toriel feared something beyond the Ruins. And what she feared beyond the Ruins, the rest of the Underground she had been trying to protect them from, was the way out, back to the surface these children surely missed.
Though it wasn't a longing of Frisk's to go back to the surface, what would she do anyway? She did pity the monsters trapped in the mountain.
They'd resorted to ‘kill or be killed’ to survive. However, no matter how strong they became, the second they stepped foot on the surface with that kind of mentality…
The mercenaries on the other side would devour them mercilessly.
As she dwelled on the thought, she realised that she needed to leave. She needed to go.
If only to change a few minds.
If only to speak to the king a few words.
If only to get rid of this kill or be killed mentality.
And if it meant she had to die over and over until the flowers had taken over, she'd happily offer her soul to the pitiful monsters.
…
“Toriel.”
The mother figure smiled, “What is it this time? Want to go find some snails with me?”
Her expression was carefully curated. A serious expression that said ‘that's enough.’, “I need to go.”
Toriel stared at her, as if not understanding her words, “No-but. You.” She struggled to find her words. Frisk chuckled internally, it was so easy to detach yourself when you only knew a child for a day.
For this child you were entertaining here for months, it must've been harder to find her resolve, “I have no one to go back to.” said Frisk, “but those monsters outside. They have a surface to reclaim.”
“No!” Toriel shot up, disregarding the book she had been reading, “T-the greater good is worthless. S-stay here with me, you will be safe here. I am your…guardian.”
Frisk smiled a gentle smile and placed her hand into the giant paws of the caretaker of the Ruins, “One day, I will die as well. If not by the outside's hands, but by time.” Frisk knew her end was nearer than ever with the flowers taking her life.
“Another will come. And they will die as well.” She gently stroked Toriel's hand, “And I hate to think that I will be forgotten by you, in the mass of children you try so hard to protect.”
Toriel stared at her hand, not making eye contact with Frisk, “Frisk…you are my child as well. I will never forget you.”
She could tell Toriel was trying her best not to cry, “But time is cruel, Toriel. I don't want to wither away here. I want to be buried amidst beautiful blossoms.”
Perhaps the reason blossoms had bloomed at every death was this childhood dream of hers to die amidst the flowers that she'd never had the luxury of seeing.
For the mountains she had cared for were devoid of colour. And flowers were only given to those who decided to kill.
Gaudy red blossoms were ugly. But the brilliant gold shine of these was beautiful.
“I…” Frisk could tell that Toriel was going to say that she could do that.
But the real meaning of her words, Toriel had clearly understood.
Flowers that reached the sun.
Toriel had told her once before, against her better judgement and previous resolve, the most beautiful golden blossoms, bloomed in tragedy. Planted by one she once considered her most beloved.
The barrier was where Frisk wanted to be buried.
“I…Will you…Will you truly make it there?” Toriel held her hand in a tight hold, “Do you understand how hard it will be? Are you…truly going to make it there without killing?”
Frisk smiled, “I wouldn't know unless I try, would I? I am not weak, Toriel.”
The words seemed to have broken Toriel. Who had started to weep in her arms, “C-chara once told me…the same. Oh, you remind me of my child. My child.” Chara…Frisk didn't know who that was, but it was no matter of questioning.
Chara was the first human in the underground, the one along with the child named Asriel in the journal, Toriel's most beloved children.
Toriel took a moment to compose herself. “If you really believe you can do this, I must prepare you.”
Toriel gave her a brief rundown of the Underground. Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, New Home, and finally, the Barrier.
Toriel didn't know much about who would be the most dangerous, she said it had been too long since her time out there.
But she did know what kind of food she should look out for. What paths to follow. And what to avoid beyond all else.
And finally, she was ushered to the door out of the ruins for the very first time. Toriel placed her hands on the door, as if contemplating once again if this was truly the only way. Only to glance back at Frisk and mutter, “Those eyes.”
She opened the door, the rune on the door glowed like a bright flame. The warmth of the Ruins vanished.
“Be free, my child. Do what I have failed to do…”
“As the queen of the Underground.”
Frisk walked to the door and chuckled.
“It's so cold.”
5th anniversary
Announcement
The Ruins (Part 1) | The Ruins (Part 2) [You are here!] | The Barrier
The Epilogue (Part 1) | The Epilogue (Part 2)
Frisk (Vinca) Character Ref. | Sans (Nias) Character Ref.
*One of the illustrations had blood in it, and the part contains child harm*
The final soul has fallen into the Underground.
How amusing.
A soul of Red.
Let's see how you survive.
Will you change the monsters here, and help them remember what they really are?
Or will you fall into the same fate as the six before you and witness the grand finale amidst the dust of monsterkind?
The Ruins (Part 1)
Frisk awoke to the stinging on her hand. She glanced down to the aforementioned appendage.
A…flower?
She nudged at the golden blossom on hand. Ah, the stinging got worse, if she were to compare it to a feeling she had felt before, it was like an annoying scab that you know will become a scar.
She tugged at the flower. The stinging got worse, it was as if it had rooted itself into her skin.
How odd…
“A-a human?” The voice took her attention away from the odd blossom on her hand. She looked around…where was she?
This didn't look like her home. Actually, it didn't look like any place she had seen in her life.
A dark void. She couldn't tell if the walls were so dark that she could not see it or if the darkness only let her see the area around her.
Speaking of which, she moved her hand, she was sitting on a bed of golden blossoms much like the one that had blossomed on her hand.
“H-hello!” A flower popped up before her eyes, an uncanny appearance on the flower's face. “I am Flowey. Flowey the flower!” The mouth sure matched the words. But the entire concept that this…flower was speaking to her was lost.
“A-am. Where am I?” muttered Frisk upon realising that this could possibly be the place she was warned to never step close to.
Was she in the- “The Ruins, silly!” The flower leaned closer to her, “You have fallen into the land of Monsters, what do you humans call it again? The…the Under-”
“The Underground?” Frisk completed the flower's thoughts.
The flower's mouth grew wider in an uncanny smile, Frisk still could barely grasp the situation she was in. “That's right! You are in the Underground.”
She shuffled back to the best of her ability. “No need to fear! I am your friend!”
Friend? Frisk had heard of the Underground many times. As someone who lived in Ebott. As someone who tended to the very mountain that contained the Underground, she knew all too well the danger she had found herself in. How could she trust the flower when it said it was her friend?
And anyway, how did she get here? She glanced up, an unfathomable way up was where the only ray of light came from…that must have been the opening to the surface of the mountain.
“That's the surface!” The flower was following her thoughts, “I don't know why everyone wants to go there.” She glanced back at the flower, it had a saddened expression on its face, “The humans wouldn't want to coexist with us. We'll just die up there rather than down here.”
Frisk leaned forward. Coexist? “Humans don't want to coexist with each other either.” She held back a chuckle as she remembered why they made her tend to the mountain in the first place.
The flower tilted its head…or more like its entire body, “That's what…” it looked away only to have a frightened expression flash across its face, “She's here.” whispered the flower.
“What is…” Frisk glanced at the voice that had come from her left. She did not notice it before but amidst the dark void were two towering mauve pillars with an intricate headpiece designed with a rune…a circle and three triangles.
Coming from the strange purple doorway was a tall monster, with a face that reminded her of the angry goats that tried their best to protect their territory from her in the mountain.
It's ruby eyes bore into her soul.
Its concerned expression shifted to one of shock as it noticed her. “A human?” said the goat monster.
It stood there with a hand on the pillar for a moment. Frisk glanced to her side, the flower had vanished.
Finally, the monster moved. The long gown shifted and she rushed toward Frisk, “No. Why do you-” The monster had grabbed Frisk's shoulders and was staring right into her eyes, “Why do you look exactly like…”
She tried to shift back but the monster's grip was too tight. However, the movement made the monster compose herself and let go of Frisk, taking a few steps back and clearing her throat to introduce herself.
“I do apologise. I am Toriel, keeper of the Ruins.” Frisk was surprised to see the monster curtsey much like nobles from an era that had long passed.
Toriel, the goat monster, reached her hand out in a friendly gesture, “What is your name, my child?”
Frisk reached for the hand hesitantly, “My…My name is Frisk.”
Toriel helped her up from her position on the ground, “I shall take you to my home.” The monster glanced around, “it is not safe elsewhere.”
Frisk didn't respond. Or to be more accurate, she wasn't given an opportunity to respond. The monster had grabbed her hand and was pulling her through the mauve entrance she had come from.
The ruins, Frisk guessed, were so named because of the dilapidated state of the place. The walls crumbled seemingly under the weight of a few hundred years. The ground also cracked as if it couldn't withstand the load of its own existence.
Toriel was flicking switches and solving the puzzles that seemed to have been made to block off the path. Frisk only quietly followed along, still unsure of what in the world was happening.
Before long, a patch of scarlet blossoms met them and a towering structure built within a cave met them. The beige building contrasted with the previously monotone purple ruins.
This building…it seemed to tell a story not of the time. Maybe one from a few hundred years ago.
A star glowed in front of Frisk. What was…It seemed like Toriel couldn't see it. Frisk reached for the star. A warmth enveloped her making her realise how cold it was before.
“We have arrived.” said Toriel, making Frisk turn over to her, “Come in, I will prepare some pie for you.”
Toriel spoke as if talking to a wall. Clearly, she did not expect Frisk to be anything less than fully obedient.
She was thus dragged into the house.
She was seated at the four seater table. The house was well lived in. Books filled the shelves. The fireplace burned with no fuel, that confused her a little but it was not something she decided to dwell on in this place with sentient flowers and talking goats standing like humans.
Frisk fiddled with her fingers. Her thoughts wandered back to how she got here. She tried to remember what she was doing…Probably working in the mountains? But nothing came to mind. She spent many of her days in the mountains, the happenings of the days blended together.
A rich bready aroma filled the air as Toriel returned with a large pie that could have fed an entire family twice over.
“Butterscotch pie,” said Toriel as she handed Frisk a plate and fork. Toriel cut a slice and gently placed it on her plate.
Frisk nodded and stabbed the pie. Food…food was good. She took a bite.
The taste was odd. She couldn't quite recall if she ever ate a butterscotch pie before but she did know that it probably did not taste like…Dizziness struck her.
Her vision blurred as she coughed. She tried to look at Toriel's expression. What…what did you put in the-
Frisk jolted up as if awakening from a dream.
Flowers crunched under her feet. She looked down.
Scarlet…
blossoms?
“We have arrived.” Frisk turned to Toriel quickly, “Come in. I will prepare some pie for you.”
Frisk stepped back. What had- A stinging feeling radiated from her arm, she glanced down.
Another flower had emerged on her skin.
“Frisk?” asked Toriel.
Frisk held the flower on her arm…did Toriel not notice that a flower had grown on her arm? “Ah. Coming.” She followed Toriel into the house once more.
Frisk was seated on the four seater table. The books filled the shelves. The fire still burned.
What was…The pie was presented before her. “Butterscotch pie,” said Toriel once again. A plate was placed before her, a fork beside it. A slice was cut and placed on the plate.
In the exact actions as before.
Frisk stared at the pie. Did…was the pie…
She shook her head, “S-sorry.” She said, “I uhm, I am not hungry right now.”
Frisk looked up and noticed Toriel's expression. A…guilty expression? She remembered what kind of people made that kind of expression.
“Oh. Alright then. You should get some rest. I will heat up the pie for later.” She was ushered into a bedroom.
The bedroom was clearly made for a child. Toys neatly packed into boxes. Childish drawings were pinned up on the walls. The bed wasn't small, actually it was rather big for her. She slid into the sheets. What had just happened?
Did time…rewind?
“Hey.” A familiar voice whispered into her ear, she jolted but didn't scream, “You made it.”
She glanced at the bedside table, a familiar smile greeted her, “Remember me?”
“Flowey?”
The flower smiled, “Yes, that's right! I'm Flowey!” Then its face fell, “You…uh, you died earlier, didn't you?”
Frisk stared at the flower, confused. “Died? No? I'm still alive.”
Flowey shook its head, “No, no. I mean…you reset, didn't you?”
“Reset?” Frisk stared at the flower, even more confused than before, “I…” She thought of the word reset. To reset? To return something to a previous state.
Return.
Previous.
Reset?
“Wait.” Frisk leaned closer to Flowey, “Did I die when I ate the pie?”
Flowey glanced away, giving her enough of an answer. “B-but…why?” She shifted back into place on the bed, slightly glaring at the flower.
“Why what?” Asked the flower with a slight sneer, “Why did you come back to life? Or why did she poison you?”
Frisk tugged on the end of the blanket, “I…”
Flowey laughed a little, making Frisk reel back a little, “Well, firstly, I suppose you didn't reset because we never met again. Did you load?”
At the mention of such a gamified term, Frisk tilted her head, “Load?”
“Like uh…Did you return to some specific point after you died?”
Frisk thought back to when things started repeating, “Oh,” she remembered the odd thing that was so warm before, and something Toriel did not seem to acknowledge, “The star?”
“Huh.” The flower stretched closer to her, “That must be your save. Simply speaking, that is where you save your progress.” If she were to put a little fun into this, she imagined the flower with glasses and tapping a whiteboard with one of its vines.
“Whenever you die, you'll return back to that point. Now, if you reset…” Flowey slumped on the bedside table, “You will return to that field of flowers outside the ruins.”
Frisk leaned to the flower, still with a hand gripping the blanket, “Is there a reason I would want to do that?”
The flower glanced away, “I hope it never comes down to it…but you might meet monsters that you can't defeat. It might be better to just try all over again in that case.”
Frisk shut her eyes, “So I guess I can't stay here.”
Her eyes opened in time to see Flowey shake its head, “She is going to keep trying to kill you. Your best bet for survival is to kill her and try to get to the barrier.”
“No!”
Flowey reeled back in surprise, “What d-do you mean? I-it's kill or be killed here, human. Not just her, but every other monster here won't hesitate to claim your soul for themselves.” The flower stared at her, his eyes telling her that all he said was true.
She trembled.
“Frisk.” He held up her arm, “For mercs, it is kill or be killed.” The knife so loosely gripped in her hand drew blood from the emancipated child before her,
“leave them alive and they will take revenge. Kill them, and no one is any the wiser.” he pushed her hand forward, forcing the blade into the child's throat.
“No…no I don't want to.”
“B-but I don't want to.” mumbled Frisk, “I don't want to kill. No more.”
Memories flooded her mind. She remembered. She remembered how she got here.
It was a regular day. She'd been sent to keep the mountainous spirits away once again because she refused to take part in her mercenary village's atrocities.
It was just a regular day.
She had wandered to a part of the mountain she had never seen. She saw a deep hole but thought nothing of it, there were many strange things about the mountain. She turned around to return to the village.
But someone was behind her.
Someone who saw no purpose in her.
Someone who she expected to do this sooner or later.
She was pushed into the hole. Into the Underground.
Frisk shook her head, trying to shake away her memories to no avail. “I'm sorry.” She muttered.
Flowey leaned close to her, a vine of his reached her face and wiped…tears? “No…uh…It's my fault. I…I shouldn't have assumed you would want to follow this world's rules.”
“Rules?”
The flower nodded, “Kill or be killed. It's the rule that governs the Underground. We…we made this rule to protect ourselves. The humans who came all fought before speaking. It was us or them.”
Frisk leaned on the bedrest, wiping her face with her hand, “Why…”
“What?”
Frisk buried her face into her knees, “Why is it always us vs them? Is there no way to get along?”
The flower hesitated before wrapping a vine around Frisk's hand, “I…I don't know either. Me and my f-friend…we tried to make peace. But…they are dead now because of me.”
Don't cry.
Frisk turned around but there was no one there.
“Human?”
She turned back to the Flower, “Frisk.” She reached out to the flower, “My name is Frisk. Not ‘human’.”
Flowey smiled…but it wasn't unnerving like before. This was a warm smile. A smile that said that she was safe with it.
That's right.
“Heh. A bit late for your introduction, Frisk.” The flower glanced at the door, “So anyway, what's the plan? Even if you don't want to follow the rules, you'll keep dying if you stay here.”
Frisk thought about it for a moment, “I can't just eat no food. Is it possible for me to get not poisoned food?”
“Maybe.” Flowey crossed its vines like they were arms, “If you are more wary, she might not go for such an obvious killing method. Maybe say you don't trust her cooking or you don't like pie or something.”
Frisk hummed, tiredness taking over her body, “I'll think ‘bout it…tomorrow…”
Flowey stretched his vines to bring the blanket up to cover her. Then he reached over to the drawer and pulled it open.
A small painting lay there, yellow from its age. Two young children. A little goat and a little human. Both in green sweaters and yellow stripes.
“Am I doing the right thing…Chara?”
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5th anniversary
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Hello fellows~ This is the long awaited(?) July project I've been teasing since the start of the year! Now to pass over to me from last September vv
Did you know that Flowerfell: "I'm Cold" has its 5th anniversary on 6 August?
Haha, I genuinely didn't know until September 2025. Here's a drawing I did back then and...For the month of July to 6th August, I will be posting some more snippets of Flowerfell: "I'm Cold"! A written part of the Ruins, a written part of the ending, along with illustrations much like the original fanfic/comic, character refs. for Frisk and Sans, and the long postponed epilogue~
I've been working on this since October last year, I hope you enjoy!
Updates on Wednesdays and Sundays until 6th August!
Emiyo is one of my absolute favourite characters of all time. I love drawing and writing her as a character. I even dabbled with the idea of a comic resolving around her (it was gonna be my debut on webtoon). But ended up scrapping the comic because I got busy and TWFOA is enough for me.
She is quite a bit older than the rest of the Almerians in this series. I hope I managed to capture that in this drawing. I mentioned her before in this halloween drawing and in Akai's drawing. All the Almerians are intertwined with each other one way or another but that is for future stories to tell.
Original character art vv
(Emiyo is actually not part of original set of drawings but she was created at around the same time. Starting as a horror character I drew on a random piece of homework with my friend haha!)
The alchemist of the House of Alchemy and Elemen, Alma Amena. One of my favourite characters to draw~
Just like Hayden, Amena hides a lot of secrets. She used to be very close to Hayden but due to some circumstances, Hayden went to Ebott, and Amena travels between her masters (who are on other ends of the continent haha).
Amena was one of the first characters I ever designed, even this old drawing of her was a couple years (i think?) after her original drawing.
Flowerfell "I'm Cold" part 4 illustration redraw #7!
Ain't it pretty? I did quite a lot of layers to get the colours right and stuff and I'm pretty happy with it. Looking back at it now, both Frisk and Sans have this half body drawing (Drawing #4), funny. I don't think it was intentional but it is funny to think about.
Anyways...I've been working on some fanart (+ a timelapse for it :0), so here's a little sneak peak hehe.
Hansuke Hayden! My lil' pup and the only one introduced in TWFOA as of now. A bit sinister is he?
Hayden carries a lot of secrets (both his own and of others) and he has been a servant of nobles his whole life, he knows how to keep his secrets because they cost him his life.
I like drawing him in a grey kimono nowadays but since I drew him in gold back then, I kept with the same colour.
Original character art vv
Also, I have pretty much finished this series, I got a bit in a mood and sketched everything in a day and kept rendering them over the past week 'cause I wanted to draw pretty things so I'll slowly post them.
If I do any flowerfell redraws, I'll also post them, but I am planning to do some fanart (:o)
Hi!! This is my newest OC, my persona, Liliac! I'm excited to introduce her. She is pretty much just me, a little socially anxious asian girl who loves oversized jackets and pretty dresses but hates wearing sleeves. (Haha what a contradiction I am).
Liliac can float and turn invisible ^^ (I can't do that unfortunately). They are the fun little abilities I wish I could have. Y'know, sometimes you wanna vanish from the world?
Liliac is my official art account on Instagram~
I might post some extra drawing clips on Insta. But all drawings will first be posted here on tumblr before going over there.
And why have I suddenly made a sona? Well, for one, I thought it'll be nice to have because my profile pic is old lol. And for another, I'm planning to open commissions!! Well not now, next year. But after July Project, I'll be asking some questions about pricing and stuff.
Liliac will be my front for commissions so they will all be made under that name.
Also, for those who will read all the way down here, all the signatures. The 'Amelia', 'AmeliaC', and 'LiliaC' signature (shown above) will all be my official signatures. I'll use AmeliaC and LiliaC interchangeably from now on.
What do you think about Nuvex's take on Overtale?
The one with Tanuki-Monster Frisk and Human Sans?
I quite like the concept of it. I haven't read much about swapped Sans and Frisk (i.e. a human Sans and Monster Frisk) so I can't say much in reference to other stories.
I read a lot of Nuvex's comics when I first came onto Tumblr and I absolutely love her art style.
Mhms. Oh right, I'm pretty sure Overtale!Sans was part of the inspiration for Payne haha. vv
(The other inspiration would be the seers eyes in The Golden Quiche)
High Priestess of the Alchemic Temple, Miku Kiyo. She is someone I've drawn for a while, she was adapted from my original drawing to fit into the world of TWFOA. (Kiyo drawing for 5th year on tumblr anniversary)
If you didn't pick it up from TWFOA, all Exorians who are married wear a veil on public. Kiyo, as an Almerian raised in Exoria, is no exception. As high priestess, they have a funny rule of having to be married within five years of appointment. Kiyo married her childhood friend, the Raging Typhoon, Enyo.
The original character art of her vv
(Also her name changed from Miku to Kiyo. And Miku became her surname, why did I do that haha?)
Flowerfell: "I'm Cold" part 3 illustration redraw #6!
Heyosss. So I'm not technically out of school mode yet (I still have two submissions and an exam next week) but I do have some downtime. Not to mention that half of this was already done before school started.
Being honest, the past weeks have been really really stressful and it doesn't help that my wrist started flaring up again (it happened before when I was drawing TWFOA I think?).
...Well, I'll survive.
Anyways, about this redraw. To be honest, not my favourite. Did I have the energy to redo the traditional drawing? Nope.
But I did love the original drawing's concept and my sketches in my sketch book. So I did a digital rendition. My thoughts on it? I like it much more than the traditional one.
And that's all my ramblings for this post. There's still quite a few more of these (5 more?). Yeah, so second week of June, I'll do my best to get them done, I really do want to. But that's really if my wrist heals properly.
Hi!! I've seen your request page and I'm wondering if you can draw flowerfell frans as littletale! Actually, it doesn't have to be in littletale's art style, it can just be them as kids :3
Quick little sketch because I had a teeny tiny bit of free time!
