@apollenmi
When there was a will, there was a way. If Frisk had nothing else, they certainly carried an abundance of DETERMINATION -- and with that, they felt compelled to push themself to do anything.
It was that quality, that part of them that brought them to induce enough magic to bring them to another timeline.
They’re still not quite sure themself of how they managed it. One moment they stood with Toriel and with their skeleton friends; the next, they wound up next to a windowsill, wobbling on their feet, arms pinwheeling as they sought to regain their balance. Either way, it took them moments to regain their composure as they took in the elaborate household, placed themself within a large room. They felt small placed within it, with the room stretching out to a door that led into a hallway; and they could tell that this was a big house. Far bigger than the house that they took up residence in back in their own timeline, as well as the one that they were born in. It was, well... A little overwhelming.
*Did it work...?
Their face swept through the room itself, taking note of the various Christmas decorations strung up to and fro in the form of lights framing the ceiling and the doorframe, until they detected a certain flower, situated carefully on the windowsill they noticed earlier. A very certain flower within a flowerpot.
They knew what this flower was.
*Flowey!
