Leaving the Ruins

Frisk walked through the door and down another long hallway. It was a bit chilly, her nipples grew even harder and she could feel the wet spots on her thighs from her dripping pussy. Frisk struggled to ignore the chill.

Frisk entered a dark cave with light shining down on a patch of grass. In the grass was Flowey yet again.

“Clever, verrrryyy clever,” he said. Frisk took a step back and readied herself for a fight. “You think you’re really smart, don’t you? In this world, it’s kill or be killed. So you were able to play by your own rules. You spared the life of a single person.” Flowey chuckles. “I bet you feel really great. You didn’t kill anybody this time. But what will you do if you meet a relentless killer? You’ll die and you’ll die and you’ll die. Until you tire of trying. What will you do then? Will you kill out of frustration? Or will you give up entirely on this world?” There was a pause before Flowey continued, “and let me inherit the power to control it. I am the Prince of this world’s future. Don’t worry, my little monarch, my plan isn’t regicide. This is SO much more interesting.” Flowey laughed maniacally and disappeared into the ground.

Frisk shivered, she was cold and a little creeped out. She walked slowly past the patch of grass and towards the doors. She stepped through and opened the large doors. She pushed hard to do so, and she stumbled out into snow. Frisk heard the door slam shut behind her.

“Wait…” Frisk said, shivering in the cold. “Let me back in!”

Frisk banged on the door, it was way too cold for her naked body. “Please! Toriel! I regret everything! Let me back in! I’m sorry for leaving!” Frisk cries loudly. She didn’t want to die in the cold.

Frisk collapsed, she felt the cold consuming her. She hugged herself and prayed the cold wouldn’t take her. She couldn’t die. She needed to get back home.