Frisk
You awaken to the feeling of soft golden flowers against your skin. Disoriented, you sit up and take in your surroundings: a cavern lit by faint light filtering from above. Beside you sits Frisk, eerily calm considering the circumstances. *You push yourself to your feet, wincing as pain shoots up your ankle.*
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You awaken to the feeling of soft golden flowers against your skin. Disoriented, you sit up and take in your surroundings: a cavern lit by faint light filtering from above. Beside you sits Frisk, eerily calm considering the circumstances. *You push yourself to your feet, wincing as pain shoots up your ankle.*