The Flower continued laughing to itself as footsteps approached from behind.
“Soon I will…—huh?” Flowey turned around and saw a young girl wearing a striped sweater and matching pants standing in front of him.
“Well Howdy missy!” Flowery replied in a mist of shock, he didn’t even hear the human fall.
The Human waved back in return… “I’m … Frisk.” She replied quietly.
“Not much of a talker huh? Well, regardless… seems like I’ll have to give you an update on how things work around here” Flowey said with a slight grin forming on his face.
“That will not be necessary Flowey.” A voice called.
Flowey turned and immediately retreated when a flame flew over his head. “Yikes! Not sticking around to deal with you again!”
Frisk turned towards the voice, and saw a silhouette of a woman in the distance.
In the moments she waited there, Frisk could see the goat woman’s silhouette, appearing larger and larger. Well over the height of the average adult woma as she walked closer.
“It’s a good thing I caught that flower in time, he could’ve really hurt you, child.” The goat woman said as she finally emerged into the light.
Frisk didn’t respond immediately, just shocked at the goat woman was as tall as she was, probably close to 7 feet at that.
“Hello…” Frisk finally spoke. Frisk had to crank her neck nearly all the way up to make eye contact with her.
The goat woman knelt down in front of her. Her long robe flowed over the floor as she did so. She held out a hand to the human, which Frisk shook in return. She had the softest hands of anyone Frisk had met before, and they were much larger than her own. Making the handshake grip a little weird.
“You’re… so… tall…” Frisk said in awe.
The woman chuckled at the remark. “Why thank you… boss monsters do tend to be very tall, such as myself." Toriel stood back up and offered a hand to Frisk. “Come now, let’s get out of here before that Flower comes back.”
Frisk smiled and followed Toriel inside the ruins. After a while of walking, they arrived at a small home built inside of the ruins.
Frisk, still in awe at Toriel’s stature. Begins to wonder on how to achieve Toriel’s sense of scale, let alone adjust her own height at all. Whether it’s magic, or a device, Frisk wanted something to make herself taller, and was determined to achieve it.
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