Howdy!

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[At some point during the night, a new patch of golden flowers sprouted up in the mansion's front yard. Pretty at a distance, but if you looked close... Something else had appeared without warning, too. After a few moments of light (or not-so-light) snoring, a kid woke up in the middle of the flower patch, very clearly alarmed at this new predicament.

A mansion? What? That wasn't... Right... ...Hold on, why were THOSE FLOWERS THERE
They stood and tried to carefully tiptoe out, but that's easier said than done for a kid that just woke up. After tromping out and yawning, the worry set in. What if...

Slowly, they knelt down next to the flowers and began talking to them.]

Hello...? Um, are you there?

[If you caught Frisk after they woke up, they were probably inside, looking skittish around the dust or sticking money inside spider webs. Or... Raiding the fridge!? Okay, first of all, there isn't even power to run a fridge, and there's nothing in there besides an ancient plastic container, which they seemed to be eyeing with an alarming amount of interest.]

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[rivalthunderbolts]

No... No, little dude...

[A hand on Frisk's shoulder tried to guide them away from the fridge and the mystery container.]

Whatever's in that thing is probably older than both of us.

[patdown]

Maybe it's like... cheese. That stuff gets super old and moldy and gross and then everyone eats it.

[Knowing that the mystery container is perhaps a zillion years old fills Frisk with... determination!?]

[rivalthunderbolts]

You know a lot of people who love eating moldy cheese?

...I mean, I guess we could open it and find out for sure.

[patdown]

No! Uh, kinda! I saw it on TV one time, I think they called it blue cheese or something. Some guy made it salad dressing.

I wanna open it. Maybe near the trash, though.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Touche. There's no accounting for some peoples' taste.

All right, kid. Let's see.

[Jolt took the container from the fridge and looked around for the nearest trash can.]

You wanna do the honors?

[patdown]

Do I!

[Frisk made a big show of receiving the container from their new-found friend -- kneeling and stretching out their hands like they were being trusted with a dangerous artifact. ...Which, uh, maybe wasn't wrong. Carefully, they stood on their tiptoes to hold the container over the garbage.]

Here goes nothin'.

[They lifted open the lid and a wisp of green smoke wafted into the air. ...What was that? Smelled like motor oil and onions. Very interesting... Frisk continued to pull back the lid on this science experiment gone wrong.]

[rivalthunderbolts]

Oh... Oh Arceus...

[It smelled like an army of Muks making sweet love to a herd of Garbodors.]

Oh geez... What the heck IS that...?! It smells rank!

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[Well, it looked like it smelled: bad. Like one of those little bagels with pizza fixings on it, but... Fuzzy. And greener than a non-vegetable should be. And-- whoa, hey, jackpot, a free napkin! Glued to the mystery substance by another mystery substance.]

I dunno, but it's not so bad. It looks kinda like a doughnut.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Looks like a doughnut crossed with a Venusaur. I think it just moved.

[Jolt was just gonna... cautiously poke at it. To make sure it wasn't alive.]

[patdown]

Did it!?

[They watched as Jolt poked the mass, and the mass said "Squorch." Curvaceously attractive, but no brains... Frisk gasped.]

...I was gonna say I wanted to eat it but I think it's alive and now I wanna put it outside.

[rivalthunderbolts]

I think that's a fantastic idea.

[They chose to SPARE Moldsmal.]

Let's find something a bit more... edible.

[patdown]

'Kay.

[Be free, small one.]

I tried looking for food but all I found was that little guy. Are there any shops around here? Or, uh, is that spider bake sale still goin' on?

[rivalthunderbolts]

Short answer is no. Long answer is you're stuck in another dimension along with the rest of us, in some weird mansion on a floating island, with no electricity, and having to scrounge for anything.

Spider bake sale? There's spiders having a bake sale?

[patdown]

...Oh. That sounds, uh... Not good.

But yeah, where I was before there were spiders having a bake sale! Everything was made by spiders, for spiders, ...of spiders...

[rivalthunderbolts]

It's not, really. But we're trying to make do. Hence the lack of edible grub.

...Huh. They make a lot of business?

Didn't even get your name yet. I'm Jolt.

[patdown]

[They start counting on their fingers.]

Well that guy bought a doughnut and I think I got some cider, and a doughnut, and carry the one, so 12+9999... Probably like ten thousand G. All the proceeds go to real spiders!

Oh, sorry -- my name's Frisk.

[rivalthunderbolts]

What do spiders need with that kind of cash?

Frisk? Do you happen to know a guy named Papyrus? Big tall skeleman who makes terrible spaghetti?

[patdown]

They wanted to move!

[Wait, WHAT!?]

Is he here? Was he driving a cool car? His spaghetti's pretty good for a skeleton, he's a great Spaghettio... Spaghettiman... Spaghet... ...Chef guy.

...Is he okay, though, I wanna say hi.

[rivalthunderbolts]

It WAS a pretty sweet car, actually. He was looking for his brother Sans I think? We never did find him though... He said he had to pick you up from school or something?

Dunno where he is right now, but we can go look for him?

[patdown]

School...?

[UH-OH. The horror begins to creep upon Frisk.]

Oh, crud, am I skipping school right now!?

[rivalthunderbolts]

Prrrrrrrrobably? But it's not like you can help it anyway. You're kinda stuck here, so... Think of it as summer camp that just won't end.

[patdown]

I'm gonna get grounded so bad.

Uh, I was gonna say maybe I could call Papyrus, but my phone doesn't work. If Sans is here he probably just found a shortcut back home. Or he's selling hot dogs.

I would give him so much money for a hot dog right now. ...Two hot dogs.

[rivalthunderbolts]

I wouldn't worry too much about that. You might get caught in some weird time thing and end up back home before you even left.

If there were a guy here selling hot dogs, I'd buy all of them. All the hot dogs. And eat them in a single sitting. I wouldn't even question it.

[patdown]

Weird... Uh, does that happen a lot here?

Maybe Sans's taking a break...

[rivalthunderbolts]

Well it hasn't happened to me yet, but I know a few people it HAS happened to. So that's something, right?