(closed RP with @bxbybones)
Frisk was getting used to the sensation of slipping through the larger, more winding cracks in time-space, so much so that the violence they used to feel with each jump had faded into a kind of serenity. It had taken only a second for the ambassador to travel from their home timeline to a new one, but when their feet touched down on familiar, snowy ground, every limb thrummed with a tingling heat and their smile was as serene as they felt.
So, Snowdin, huh? Wonder if Sans and Papyrus are still around...I can hear voices near here, so the townâs still inhabited, at least. Good sign.
They had only taken a single step forward when they heard the sound of a child crying. All of their peace was replaced with alarm, and Frisk didnât hesitate as they deviated off the path and made their way towards the noise in the forest, fists clenched at their sides and left eye beginning to glow.
Please, please let it not be Chara...
Soon, Frisk came to a clearing, and it didnât take long for them to pick out the child standing in the snow. Once they did, however, their mouth fell open and their legs snapped to an almost painful halt.
What...what is...am I dreaming? Did the fall knock me silly?
â H-hey, kid, are you...are you okay?â The child looked so familiar, but it was hard to identify them under all the vines winding around their body, and a familiar, buttery-yellow flower appeared to be the source of it all.
â...Flowey? Flowey, what the fuck are you doing?!â