Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28856385-20160724000601/@comment-26515138-20160725050515

"MOM!" They yell, slamming open the door.

Toriel looks at Frisk, "Is soemthing wrong, my child? There is no need to slam the d-"

"Keep him safe. Now." They put the flower pot, with Flowey in it, on the counter, running down the stairs to the basement.

Toriel watches as Frisk runs down the stairs. She merely blinks, observing the flower. "...Oh my goodness.."