Frisk breathed a little. She was so nervous about the fact that this was a ghost that she could see and talk to, for some reason, that she never considered the fact that maybe the ghost never meant any harm to her.
For the time being, I’ll trust her Frisk thought to herself. She and Chara then pushed forwards, going through the only room that had an open door.
Entering the next room, Frisk didn’t see anything of note. Except for a yellow flower. A talking yellow flower.
“Howdy! I’m FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER!” he began. “You’re new to the underground, arent’cha?” To say Frisk was caught off guard would be an understatement. She wanted to scream, only barely able to control herself from doing so.
“I wouldn’t be scared,” Chara whispered to Frisk, “if you could recover from me, you can recover from him.” Frisk looked at Chara, then back to the flower. “I know, Chara,” Frisk whispered back, “it’s just surprising.”
Flowey looked at Frisk. “Um, who were talking to?” he asked. Frisk silently panicked. They can’t see her! Frisk thought to herself. “Eh, whatever,” Flowey said, “just come closer, will ya?”
Following Flowey’s instructions, Frisk stepped closer. “There,” Flowey said, “that’s better. Anyways, I should probably teach you how things work around here, shouldn’t I?” It wasn’t a question. “Here we go!” Flowey exclaimed.
The room became black. Frisk looked at her hands as she noticed her body had became black with a white outline. Just another weird thing I’ve seen today... Frisk thought to herself.
Frisk then noticed a red heart appearing in front of her. “See that heart?” Flowey asked. “That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!” He paused. “Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow stronger with lots of LV.” That idea was intriguing to Frisk, and Chara noticed. She smirked. The idea of growing stronger with LV was, admittedly, intriguing to her as well, despite the fact she was a ghost.
“What’s LV stand for?” Flowey continued, “Why, LOVE, of course!” He noticed Frisk’s face. “You want some LOVE, don’t you?” Frisk nodded. “Don’t worry then,” Flowey continued, “I’ll share some with you!”
Several white pellets appear around Flowey. “Down here, LOVE is shared through little white, uh, ‘friendliness pellets’.” Frisk noticed Flowey’s hesitation. She was less willing to touch the pellets now, but she still wanted to touch them.
“Ready?” Flowey asked. “Collect as many as you can!”
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