Innovation, creativity, determination, INSPIRATION.
What is the world without these things?
It is dull, it is gray, it is completely colorless...........
Except for one very important mountain,
Mt.Ebott.
        

Part One, Buttercups
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"uuugggghh..., my head..." frisk said sitting up, dizzy from the landing. Looking upward at the large opening far above her, she thought where am I
Glancing down at herself, she realized her overalls were now smudged with yellows and greens.

"How Peculiar" she said before taking in her surroundings.
Looking around, she saw she was in a lovely little patch of soft yellow buttercups, though upon a closer inspection, she realized, something's not right... 

leaning forward, frisk reached out with her fingers.
not even barely touching the petals, feeling something wet. Retracting her touch, she stated in disbelief at her own finger tips, as she saw they were smudged with yellow paint, the same as her overalls. Leaning towards a flower, frisk realized it was made completely of paint and ink. despite the oddity, she laughed, astounded.

Finally getting up, frisk looked further at the place around her, seeing there was but only one possible direction to go, she started walking down the hall, admiring all the different hues of purple, This place certainly is more colorful, and beautiful, than I could ever imagine the surface to be...

After a minute or so she reached a huge door, with a large design at the top that seemed to be a insignia, or emblem of sorts. taking a deep breath frisk pushed open the door, and walked though.

Hoi, muffins, ok so yeah this is a short part, but up next is flowey, then we meet toriel so YAY GOAT MOMMA!!!!
~Alice