Howdy!

[patdown]

[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.]

Comments

[flamedog]

It's a tiny child, wearing stripes. Stripes are always a good choice. However, these are purple and blue stripes -- Wooper Colors. Woopers are the worst.

Still, tinychild is edging forward and has said hello. This means only one thing.

A tongue the size of your entire face is now licking all of your hair as you are suddenly enveloped in a wall of beautiful white fuzz. Hush, my beautiful darling, let Jock take care of you.

[patdown]

Stripes are the best choice. More importantly, this is probably a momentous occasion in Frisk's life. This is a good dog. Frisk lets the magic happen.

They pet some fuzz and say, "Good dog. Who's a good dog?"