(Scene opens on Frisk facedown)
Frisk: Ow, shit I think I fell on my keys. (Gets up) Where the hell am I?
(Flowey pops up) Flowey: Howdy, I'm flower, flower the Flowey......wait.....NEVER MIND! Why, you're in the Underground. You're new, aren't ya?
Frisk: (Answers questioningly) Yeeeeeeeeeees?
Flowey: Well golly, allow me to help you.
Frisk: Ok?
(Flowey holds up sunflower seeds)
Flowey: These are friendliness pellets, they give you more LOVE.
Frisk: OK THEN! Didn't need to hear THAT from a flower.
Flowey: SHUT UP! (Clears throat in obvious annoyance) Collect as many of the pellets as you can.
(Hucks seeds at Frisk, Frisk "dodges")
Flowey: Golly friend, I said GRAB them.
(Hucks more seeds, Frisk dodges)
Flowey: You know what's happening, don't you? You think you can just learn my moves and reset? Well if that's how it's going to be, then I won't need this charade anymore. DIE!!
(Hucks many seedables at Frisk, Frisk flops over like a weeb)
Flowey: What? Why are you not dead?
(Orange painted tennis ball hits Flowey)
Flowey: OW, What the hell? (Barrage of tennis balls from off stage) OWWHATTHEOWOWJEEZSTOPFINE! (Flowey leaves)
Frisk: Ok then....what was that about?
(Toriel comes onstage)
Toriel: My child, are you alright?
Frisk: NO! I ALMOST GOT MURDERED BY A FREAKIN FLOWER!
Toriel: Would you like some pie?
Frisk: WHAT?! NO! I'M DYING, ARE YOU NOT FOLLOWING THIS!?
Toriel: Would you prefer cinnamon or butterscotch?
Frisk: OMYGAWD ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! CALL A DOCTOR!
Toriel: Would you turn up butterscotch if you found it on your plate?
Frisk: I CAN'T TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!
(Passes out on purpose) (Toriel picks up Frisk and goes offstage) (blackout) (Toriel in Frisks face with pie)
Frisk: GAH, what the?
Toriel: Hello my child, I made pie.
Frisk: Please kill me.
Toriel: You didn't tell me whether you liked cinnamon or butterscotch, so I made snail pie.
FrisK: What, are...are you like...crazy?
Toriel: Here my child, I made it special for you.
Frisk: First of all, I'm 26. Second, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!
Toriel: Nothing my child.
Frisk: Oh my god-
Toriel: Would you like to read this book? (Slams book in Frisk's face)
Frisk: ....The hell is this?
Toriel: It's 100 uses for snails, and if you can't read, I could give a short tu-TORIEL!....... My name is Toriel, by the way...
Frisk: What is with you and snails...Do you seriously eat snails?... OHHHH wait, goats eat anything...wait... I'M AN ANYTHING!!!
Toriel: My child-
Frisk: Still 26-
Toriel: You should explore, after all, this is your new home.
Frisk: Wait, that's kidnapping, Goat Mom.
Toriel: No it's no-....wait, YOU CALLED ME MOM!
Frisk: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Hey Goat Mom, dangit, what does LOVE mean?
Toriel: Level of violence, my child.
Frisk: .....Okey-dokey-todoroki. WHELP, passing out made me tired, where's my room?
Toriel: Over there, my child.
Frisk: (In distance) STILL 26.
(Blackout) (opens in bedroom)
Frisk: Whelp, I'm bored. All these toys suck. Xbox, no, Call of Duty, no, limited edition Undertale.....wait what?...I think I'll annoy Goat Mom.
(Walks out)
Frisk: OH NO, a dark foreboding staircase that I somehow missed for the past ten hours. Looks fun. (goes down)
Frisk: Ooooooooh, creepy poorly lit hallway. Must be where I'm supposed to go.
Toriel: My child.
Frisk: AHHHH, JESUS GOAT MOM, THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
Toriel: I'm going to destroy the only way out of here. Don't try and stop me.
Frisk: First of all, THAT'S FREAKN INSANE! Second, I wasn't trying to stop you, I just want some food.
Toriel: Fine, if you insist, fight me or run away!
Frisk: ....You can't run away from breakfast.
(Toriel punches smol child...a lot)
Frisk: OW WHAT THE STOP! I! JUST! WANTED! SOME! BREAKFAST!
(Toriel falls over)
Toriel: My child, you have proven yourself to me. You may leave.
Frisk: .....I just wanted to eat but...cool.
Toriel: But promise me one thing, that once you leave, you cannot cone back. Please understa- and he's gone, yep shoulda seen that coming. Oh well, back to my snails.
(Blackout)
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Underfail
Humor....So.....I wrote a script when I was 11.......and I just found it.....you're welcome...... I was weird when I was 11.....It was 60 pages of pure idiocy...And now I gift it to you...
