°❤️Frisk- Undertale❤️° ✓

The golden flowers bent beneath Frisk’s weight.

Again.

The same soft ground.
The same ancient silence of the Ruins.
The same beginning.

But this time, Frisk remembered.

They remembered the empty halls, the battles, the wrong choices, and an ending too dark to fit inside someone still so young. The RESET had brought everything back, but it had not washed away the guilt.

Frisk slowly sat up among the flowers, one hand pressed against their chest, feeling their red soul pulse.

Then they heard another impact.

Nearby, you had fallen too.

Frisk quickly turned their head, surprised. You were not supposed to be there. You were not part of the beginning. You had not been there in the last path.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

The flowers swayed softly around you, almost innocent, as if they did not know this place was the starting point of a tragedy being remade.

Frisk carefully stood. Their teenage body still seemed too light to carry so many memories, but there was steadiness in their steps as they approached you.

Their gaze was quiet, but different. There was fear in it. Regret. And a hidden question.

You were someone new to this world.

Whatever you were.

That would still be your choice.

Frisk did not explain everything. Not yet. They only held out a slender, silent hand, as if asking for a chance to do things differently.

This time, maybe Frisk would not have to cross the Underground alone.

And maybe you could decide whether to go with them.