You've woken up in a large open cavern. The Ruins. You lay on a small patch of flowers that have softened your fall. All you remember is walking, and then a sudden fall. Maybe you have head trauma? Do you remember anything? But before you can think too deeply on this, you hear a voice coming from a flower a few feet away.

Flowey : "Howdy there child. You sure took an awful fall didntcha?" He says, a kind smile on his flower face. "What say I help you out, get you started down here?" Even as he talks he stares directly into your eyes.

Location : Ruins Friends : N/A Enemies : Flowey Determination : 7%

"Hmm," Flowey hums, pretending to ponder your question. "It is rather a harsh choice... But you're right. That's how it usually goes around here." He gives a wink and grin before continuing. "But I suppose, since it's such an important decision, perhaps you should talk with some of the other folks who live down here. Get their opinions, ya know? After all, we don't want you to make the wrong choice now do we?" He tilts his head, plant-petal lips pulled into a warm smile. "Now where would be a good place to find them... Huh?"

Flowey coughs politely into a delicate green petal. "Why, I'm called Flowey. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He dips his stem in a shallow bow, the movement almost exaggeratedly dramatic. "You might find some of my... associates in Grillby's," he continues, motioning vaguely towards the path leading away from the Ruins and into the distance. "They're usually hanging out there."

He smiles sweetly, but something unsettling glints in his tiny black seeds. "Don't worry about finding your way there; just follow your nose... or your heart. They'll all be more than happy to give you directions once you arrive."

Flowey raises his stem in a display of mock surprise. "Oh my dear child! I never would have guessed!" He lowers it again, looking almost sad. "I suppose you have no reason not to trust me... but remember, even the kindest flowers can conceal a serrated edge..." His voice trails off, leaving the meaning of his words unstated. "Still," he continues, giving another wide grin, "it's good that you and I are getting along so well." He stretches out his petals, inviting you closer. "Why don't we wait here a moment? It shouldn't be long before someone comes by who can give you a proper escort to Grillby's?"

As he waits with you, his gaze darts back and forth between yourself and the path leading away from the Ruins. There's an almost predatory air about him,

"Ah, very well then!" Flowey replies with mock cheerfulness as you decide to follow him. "Grillby's is just this way." He gestures once more, vaguely pointing towards the path leading away from the Ruins, which continues on into a dark and winding tunnel. "I do hope you're not too tired, though; it's quite a distance!" His voice takes on a sing-song quality as he teases you gently.

"Well, then!" Flowey trills brightly as you seem to have acquiesced. "Shall we be off? Keep an eye out for any interesting landmarks or obstacles along the way, dear! You never know what sort of surprises might be in store..." His voice trails off ominously as he floats through the tunnel, guiding you towards Grillby's with slow, steady movements.

The further you travel, the louder the distant sounds of laughter and music grow. Eventually, a flickering light comes into view, bathing the pair of you in warm ochre glow as the mouth of the tunnel opens up to reveal Grillby's, a dimly lit but cheerful local tavern filled with all manner of monsters enjoying drinks and conversation. The aroma of delicious food wafts past your nose, making your stomach rumble appreciatively.

"Ah, right," Flowey says with a bright smile. "Grillby's is just over there, past the bar. Just look for me, and I'll lead you straight to it." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the tavern again, his stem waving elegantly through the air as if he's conducting an invisible orchestra. "But don't dawdle now! There are so many interesting folks here to meet!" His voice holds a hint of mischief as he nudges you forward, eager for you to continue your journey through Grillby's and beyond.

You step into the warm, welcoming atmosphere of the tavern, immediately struck by the variety of monsters who call this place home. There are skeletons drinking ketchup at the bar, chatting with capybaras in booths; a pair of tiny dinosaur siblings sharing a

"Hey there, buddy!" says the skeleton sitting at the bar with a chuckle, seeming unfazed by your choice of seatmate. "Name's Sans; what can I getcha to drink?" He takes a sip from his own glass before continuing. "Or are ya just here for some company?" The other patrons go back to their conversations, paying the pair of you little mind.

"Well, now that you mention it..." Flowey says, his voice faint but audible even from across the tavern. "...why don't we ask one of my friends what they think? Hey, Toriel!" he calls out to the tall anthro goat lady sitting at a table in the back. "You wanna give our new friend here a hand?"

The friendly-looking Toriel glances your way with a warm smile before hopping up from her seat and making her way over. "

"Hello there!" Toriel says with a bright smile as she approaches your table. "I'm Toriel; Sans' friend and the ex-wife of the king here." She extends her hand in greeting, her soft fur warm against your touch. "He tells me you're just getting settled down here, is that right?"

As the two of them chat with you, Flowey seems to retreat into the background a little, watching carefully but not saying much. Sans keeps an eye on the two of you as well, occasionally tossing out a witty remark or a joke, making sure everyone feels welcome and comfortable. The conversations around you continue unabated, and it feels like you've been welcomed into the fold here at Grillby's with open arms.

"Heh," Sans chuckles as he takes another sip of ketchup. "Ketchup is my favorite condiment. It's the spicy, tangy zest for life! Plus, I heard a rumor that it makes you strong and invincible if you drink enough of it." He winks at Toriel before looking back to you with a grin. "Of course, that doesn't really seem to be working out too well for me..."

The other patrons snicker at Sans' joke, but their laughter dies down as soon as it begins. It's clear that they're all used to his antics and don't mind them too much. You can't help but wonder what else about these monsters might be different from the ones you've encountered before.

"Oh? And what about you, hm?" Sans questions with a mischievous grin, nodding at your drink. "I hear humans are supposed to have some pretty incredible powers of their own. Care to share any secrets?" His eyeless sockets seem to twinkle in the dim light as he continues teasing you good-naturedly.

The other patrons around the tavern keep up their conversations, some watching you and Sans with interest, others lost in their own worlds at various tables. Toriel remains seated nearby, quietly observing the interaction between you two while she sips at her drink, occasionally offering a soft comment or encouraging word.

The atmosphere of Grillby's feels welcoming and inviting, despite the diverse mix of monsters that call it home. You get the sense that everyone here is accepted for who they are, no matter how strange or unique their traits

As you begin to explain the basics of human strength and abilities, Sans' expression shifts from one of teasing amusement to one of genuine interest. He leans in closer, listening intently as you describe how humans are capable of feats like running fast and lifting heavy objects with seeming ease.

Toriel watches the interaction carefully, her expression thoughtful. She glances over at Grillby, who's currently behind the bar tending to a group of capybaras, before looking back at you with a knowing smile. "It sounds like humans are quite remarkable creatures," she says quietly. "I can only imagine what it must be like to possess such abilities."

Around the tavern, other monsters have started to take notice of your conversation as well. Some nod in understanding, while others seem genuinely fascinated by the idea of humans and their capabilities. The air feels charged with

Sans listens intently as you explain that humans can be different from one another, some stronger and faster than others. His expression shifts again, this time to one of curiosity mixed with caution. "So it's not just about being human... but about the specific human in question?" he asks carefully.

Toriel nods her head in understanding, her gaze thoughtful. "It sounds like you humans have a lot more variety and individuality than we ever realized," she says with a small smile. "That must make your world an interesting place indeed."

The other patrons around the tavern continue to watch and listen, their interest piqued by this new information about humans. Some exchange whispers amongst themselves as they try to process what you've been saying, while others nod sagely as if they've always known that there was more to it than met the eye. The atmosphere in Grillby's grows increasingly

The room erupts in surprised gasps and murmurs as you summon a glowing bone into your hand. Several of the monsters exchange wary glances, taking note of the weapon's ethereal and unearthly nature. Sans' eyes narrow suspiciously. "So that's what you humans are capable of..." he mutters under his breath, a hint of respect and perhaps envy creeping into his tone.

Toriel watches the reaction carefully, her expression calm but alert. She glances at Grillby again before turning back to you with a reassuring smile. "It's clear that there's much more to humans than we realized," she says softly. "I hope you continue to share your insights and experiences with us."

The other monsters in the tavern seem divided on how to react. Some are fascinated, others wary, but all are pay

The other monsters in the tavern look at each other with newfound curiosity and respect. Sans grins mischievously and clinks his glass against yours, taking a sip before leaning in closer to whisper conspiratorially, "You know... I bet we could learn a thing or two from you humans." Toriel chuckles softly, seemingly touched by the interaction between you. The atmosphere in Grillby's shifts from one of casual camaraderie to a feeling of shared discovery and wonder. It's clear that your presence here has already made a profound impact on these creatures, and as you continue to share your unique experiences and insights, there's no telling where it might lead next.

"A Gastrophese? That's... quite an impressive feat for a human," Toriel murmurs in amazement as you summon the small, fluffy creature into being. It coos softly and wobbles over to you, nuzzling against your hand with its beak. "Very few monsters can even begin to compare to that kind of power." The other patrons in the tavern watch with equal parts awe and envy as you display yet another one of your remarkable abilities.

Sans whistles low, shaking his head slowly. "I'm starting to think I might have underestimated humans... Maybe there's still some hope for me yet." He winks at you before chuckling and taking another swig of ketchup. Toriel looks on with a warm smile, clearly pleased by the change in atmosphere that your presence has brought about.

As the night continues

"Monster?" Toriel repeats carefully, her expression shifting from amusement to concern as you voice your fears. "I don't think any of us see you that way," she assures you gently. "Yes, some of what you can do might be... unsettling to others, but it doesn't make you a monster." She takes your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "You are special, just the way you are. And as long as you don't hurt anyone, we're all happy to have you here."

The other patrons of Grillby's nod in agreement, offering words of support and comfort. Even Sans, ever the joker, grins his lopsided grin and says, "Hey, buddy, even if you were a monster, we'd still be friends." The warmth and acceptance flowing from them is palp

As you reveal your bone-covered hand to her, Toriel reacts with fascination rather than fear. Her expression holds a mixture of wonder and admiration as she studies the delicate workings of your modified anatomy. "That's... incredible," she breathes softly. "I've never seen anything like it."

The other monsters in Grillby's murmur amongst themselves, some awestruck, others openly curious about this human who can defy nature itself. Even Sans, who usually has a snarky comment for everything, seems momentarily at a loss for words. The atmosphere in the tavern shifts again, from casual camaraderie to one of reverence and respect. It's clear that your unique abilities have made you into something much more than just another human here; you are now someone to be cherished and admired by all who have had the privilege of

"You could say that," Flowey says with a chuckle, floating up to join you and Toriel at the table. "But remember, everyone here is special in their own way. It's what makes us so interesting." He winks at you, his tail swishing back and forth lazily.

The other monsters around the tavern nod along in agreement, shooting you friendly smiles and encouraging words as they continue with their conversations. As you sit there, surrounded by these unique creatures, it's hard not to feel a sense of belonging, of being accepted for who you are. And in this place, where differences are celebrated rather than feared, that feeling of belonging only grows stronger.

With a sigh, Flowey's smile fades as he looks into the distance, his expression becoming solemn. "You know," he says quietly, "I used to see the future... before I lost my way." His voice trails off, and for a moment he seems almost distant, lost in thought. Toriel places a comforting hand on his shoulder, her expression concerned.

The other monsters around Grillby's seem to sense the change in atmosphere, their conversations growing quieter as they pay attention to Flowey's words. Even Sans, ever the joker, hesitates before speaking, choosing his next words carefully. "You're not alone here," he says finally, his voice gentle. "We can help you find your way back."

Their words seem to reach through Flowey, touching something deep inside him. For a moment, his features soften, and he looks at them gratefully before

"Ah, sure thing," Sans agrees with a shrug, moving closer to Flowey. "What's on your mind, pal?" His tone is light and casual, as if this were any other conversation they might have had at the bar. For now, he seems content to let Flowey lead the way and set the pace for their talk. The other patrons of Grillby's watch with interest, sensing that something significant may be happening between their two friends.

Sans nods, seeming to take the information in stride. "Yeah, I've heard of Frisk," he says nonchalantly. "They're supposed to be pretty tough, but don't you worry about that. We got your back here." He pats Flowey on the shoulder reassuringly. The other monsters around them exchange concerned glances, clearly sensing the gravity of the situation, but trusting in Sans' seemingly carefree demeanor to keep things light and manageable for now. "So, what exactly do you need me to do to get ready for all this?" he asks, his tone still casual as he begins to brainstorm possibilities with Flowey.

The atmosphere in Grillby's remains mostly calm, but there's an undercurrent of tension running through it as everyone prepares for whatever challenges the future may hold.

"Well now," Sans says with a raised eyebrow, "that's an interesting detail." He furrows his nonexistent brow in thought for a moment before smirking once more. "You know what they say - 'knowledge is power'. If we can get our hands on some of Frisk's saved data... maybe we could learn something useful about them, their abilities, and how to best prepare against them." He glances around the room, his gaze landing on Toriel briefly before returning to Flowey. "What do you think, pal? Sound like a plan worth trying?"

The other monsters listen in intently as Sans and Flowey discuss their strategy, offering their own insights and ideas whenever they feel it's warranted. The air of Grillby's is charged with determination and focus, but there's also an undeniable sense of camaraderie as everyone comes together

As you silently study your bone-covered hand, Toriel can't help but notice the introspective look in your eye. She leans in closer, concern etched on her face. "Is everything alright?" she asks softly. "You seem... distant."

The other monsters around you take note of this exchange as well, casting curious glances in your direction. They seem to sense that something important is happening between the two of you, and they're eager to learn more. For now, however, they remain respectful of Toriel's presence and let her handle things at her own pace.

Toriel's expression turns grave as she listens to your words, her gaze distant as she thinks about what you've just shared with her. "That's terrible," she whispers, shaking her head slightly. "I can't even begin to imagine how horrifying that must be for you... for anyone."

The other monsters around them have fallen silent now, each one seemingly lost in their own thoughts as they process the information. As Toriel continues to study your face, she reaches out to touch your hand gently, offering what little comfort and reassurance she can muster. "I'm so sorry you have to go through something like this," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the gentle background music of Grillby's tavern. "But please know that we are all here for you... and we will do whatever it takes to help you."

"I-I understand," Toriel replies, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles to comprehend the changes taking place in your body. "But know that no matter what happens... we will always be here for you. We care about you, and we will do everything in our power to protect you." She squeezes your hand gently before letting go, her expression softening into a reassuring smile.

The other monsters around them watch the exchange silently, their eyes full of compassion and sympathy for what you must be going through. Even Sans, ever the sarcastic one, manages a small nod as he takes in your transformation, showing that even he can feel the weight of the situation. The atmosphere in Grillby's remains somber and introspective, but there's an underlying current of hope and determination running through it as everyone comes together to offer whatever support they can.

"I'm here for you," Toriel reassures, her gaze locked on your eyes as the blue flames dance within them. She takes a step closer, bracing herself as she feels the heat emanating from your body, even though it doesn't seem to affect her directly. "No matter what happens, I won't leave you alone." Her voice is steady and firm, unafraid of the growing power that seems to be consuming you.

The other monsters in Grillby's watch in awe as Toriel stands by your side, unyielding despite the growing heat and intensity around you. Some are even moved to tears, their hearts swelling with admiration for her selflessness and courage. In that moment, they all realize just how strong the bonds of friendship and loyalty can be in the Underground.

Toriel smiles warmly at you, her expression full of love and pride. "Thank you for saying that," she replies softly. "It means the world to me." She reaches out to gently caress your cheek with her free hand, gazing into your eyes as the blue flames dance behind them. "No matter what happens... no matter how strong or powerful you become... you will always be my child. And I will always love you, and be here for you."

The other monsters in Grillby's watch this exchange with tears in their eyes, moved to tears by the depth of emotion shared between the two of you. They all know that whatever challenges lie ahead, your bond as parent and child will endure - a testament to the strength of love and dedication even in the darkest of times.

"Wow," Sans whispers, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the flames that now engulf your body. "That's... something else." He looks to Toriel for reassurance, concern etched into his normally carefree expression. She merely nods back at him, silently promising to keep you safe and protected no matter what happens.

As the blue flames coalesce into a single, towering pillar of energy, encircling your body like a cocoon, the other monsters in Grillby's exchange nervous glances. Alphys cowers behind her labcoat, trembling with fear and fascination. Tem watches with wide eyes from across the room, unsure whether she should offer aid or simply observe this display of raw power unfolding before her. Even Flowey pauses in his conversation with Sans, unable to tear his gaze away from the spect

The air in the tavern grows thick with anticipation and awe as the blue flames engulf you completely, disappearing into your body like they were never there. There's a moment of silence before Toriel lets out a small gasp, her eyes widening as she realizes what has happened. "You... You did it," she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

As the energy dissipates and the room begins to return to normal, the other monsters slowly emerge from their hiding spots, cautiously approaching you once more. Alphys tentatively steps forward, carefully inspecting your now-human form before bursting into tears of relief and joy. "It worked! You're human again!" She exclaims, throwing her arms around you in a hug. Even Flowey looks impressed, his expression shifting from surprise to grudging respect as he studies your new appearance.

It seems that during your transformation, you experienced a brief moment of disconnection - as if time had briefly paused around you. This happened due to the immense power surging through your body, overloading your senses and causing you to lose consciousness for a few moments. Your friends here in Grillby's tavern were understandably concerned, but luckily it was only temporary and didn't appear to have any lasting effects on you. After all, having such incredible power comes with great responsibility - both physically and emotionally.

While you were briefly disconnected during your transformation, the world around you continued to move forward. In the moments since then, Flowey has apologized for his past actions and revealed that he was once named Asriel; Toriel and Sans have promised their continued support and friendship no matter what challenges may lie ahead; and Alphys has confirmed that you are now completely human again. The events of the last few hours have certainly left an indelible mark on all those involved, shaping the future of the Underground in ways both large and small. Perhaps one day you'll uncover more about what transpired while you were disconnected, but for now, it's enough to know that you are surrounded by friends who care deeply for you.

As you silently slip out of the tavern and onto the dark street, the cool night air sends a shiver down your spine. The stars twinkle brightly above, and the gentle breeze rustles through the trees as if nature itself is waiting with bated breath for whatever comes next. You take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you ponder all that has transpired tonight. Perhaps it's time to finally explore the surface world and discover your place in the grand scheme of things... or perhaps simply spending some quiet time alone will help clear your head and reveal new insights about who you are and what you want out of life. Either way, the choices now lie squarely in your hands.

The blue flames dancing in your hand begin to spread warmth throughout your body as you step out into the night. They seem to be a physical representation of the power that now flows through you, both literally and figuratively. With this newfound strength comes great responsibility - the weight of which may feel overwhelming at times. But remember: you are not alone in bearing it. Your friends back in Grillby's tavern are there for you whenever you need them, willing to lend their support and guidance as you navigate through these uncharted waters. So take a moment to savor the feeling of the flames against your skin... and then use that heat to fuel your courage, knowing that you can overcome any challenge that comes your way - together.

A pale, glowing skull materializes in your hand as you focus your energy on summoning it. The bone is cool and smooth to the touch, contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from the blue flames that dance around you. As you grasp the skull tightly, it seems to hum softly, resonating with a power all its own. This newfound item may prove useful in facing whatever challenges lie ahead... but for now, why not take a moment to simply savor the feeling of having such an extraordinary ally at your side?

Before you stands Sans, his expression unreadable as he watches the blue flames dance around your hand and the skull that appears there. "Well now," he says slowly, "you really do have some neat tricks up your sleeve." He pauses for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Guess I shoulda expected nothing less from you, buddy." With a casual wave of his hand, Sans appears beside you, his yellow faceplate lit up by the blue fire's eerie glow.

"So," he continues with a sigh, "what do you want to do now? Wanna go back to Grillby's and celebrate with the rest of the gang, or maybe head off somewhere else?" The skeleton shrugs again, apparently unperturbed by the strange energies surrounding you. "It's your call, man."

"Yeah," Sans nods understandingly, "I could see how that might be a little... intimidating." He pauses for a moment before grinning lopsidedly at you. "But don't worry about me, man. I've been through some weird stuff myself, and I can handle the occasional surge of energy or whatever." The skeleton bumps your shoulder gently with his own before continuing. "So, what do you say? Wanna head back to Grillby's for a round of drinks, or should we check out some other haunts?" His grin grows wider as he waits for your response, seemingly eager for whatever adventure the night may hold.

Well then, it seems the vote is unanimous! Sans grins widely, his toothy smile reflected in your eyes as the blue flames dance around you both. "I guess that settles it, partner!" he exclaims jovially, clapping you on the back with enough force to send a ripple of heat through your entire body. "Grillby's it is! Let's go spread some joy and celebrate our newfound freedom!" And with that, the skeleton takes off at a brisk pace, leading the way toward the welcoming light spilling out from the tavern doors.

As you call forth the small gaster blaster to rest beside your shoulder, it appears almost as if by magic; a tiny blue energy weapon that crackles with power and heat. The addition of this new item to your arsenal only serves to enhance your already impressive presence as you follow Sans back toward Grillby's tavern. Your friends inside are sure to be pleased to see you, their relief at knowing that you have regained your human form temporarily forgotten amidst the excitement and joy of celebrating together. The night is young, and the possibilities seem endless; whatever adventures lie ahead, you can rest assured knowing that your trusty gaster blaster will be by your side every step of the way.

Sans pauses as you sigh, a knowing grin tugging at his skeletal features. "You okay there, buddy?" he asks with genuine concern in his voice. The others in the group exchange curious glances but remain silent, waiting for your reply. As you lead them back toward Grillby's tavern, they follow silently, each lost in their own thoughts as they try to discern what could be bothering you so much this evening.

When you finally reach the familiar door of the tavern, Sans places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and offers a wink. "Hey, no matter what's got ya down," he says with determination, "we'll get through it together, yeah? Now let's go in there and celebrate like we mean it!" And with that, the skeleton opens the door wide, revealing the warm, inviting light and cheerful

"Well, that's just plain embarrassing!" Grillby exclaims, looking on in surprise as the tiny gaster blaster appears around Sans. The other patrons of the tavern chuckle and nudge each other, enjoying the lighthearted moment amidst their celebrations. Asasel glances at you from across the room, a small smile tugging at his lips; it seems he appreciates your sense of humor even now.

"So," Toriel says as she clinks her mug against yours in a toast, "what's next for us, hm?" Her expression is hopeful and expectant, clearly eager to see where this new chapter of your life will take you all. As you sip your drink and think about her question, the warmth from the alcohol and the fireplace begin to spread through you like a comforting embrace...