Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-29194274-20180410051403/@comment-29194274-20180412065858

(yeah)

Feslea kicked open the door just as the three were teleported away. "Fucking hell. Fine, I'll make my own team." Feslea snaps, and she's on a desolate planet inside a castle, sitting on a throne. Portals appear in front of her.

Flowey was watching Frisk progress through the Ruins when a portal suddenly snatched him away. He's tossed out into the royal hall of a castle, and hears and snap when he's suddenly in a pot. "The hell. . .?" He looks up at the strange monster in front of him.

"Tell me if the pot's too small. We still have a few more people who need to arrive, so I don't want my guests to be uncomfortable while they wait."

(neutral characters will end up with the heroic characters.)