1 of two parts!

Frisk sat up with her eyes closed, was it a dream? Did she really fall down that hole in Mt.Ebbot? Slowly she opened her eyes, where she was, was dimly lit. Above her was the hole she had fallen down, she sat on a garden of buttercups and red-ish orange oleander flowers. Frisk lightly felt the flower's soft silky petals as she moved her hand gently back and forth. After around a moment or so of doing this frisk became bored, looking ahead she could see what appeared to be a hallway in front of her, so she got up and started down the path.

A door way that lead to another room was in front of her, a single beam of light hit the middle of the room, showing off a salutary pach of grass. Frisk didn't pay it any mind, however, that changed when some thing popped out of the grassy area. "Hello!" a voice chirped, it came from the flower that had just popped out of the ground. "I'm Nyroc! Nice to meet you!" Nyroc said. Out of shock frisk just gave the the flower, Nyroc, a wave, and, a blank stare.