Determination - A CYOA

Frying Pan. The Best Offense is a good Blunt Force strike against the noggin. I am almost positive that's how the saying goes.

zit seems you have misinterpretated the value of a cooking implement in Undertale. When I say Blunt Force I mean sstrong flavors, and the Noggin is where the tongue is. We must be victorious in the Battle of Culinary Kindness!

Think carefully, Do we really want some dusty old book, which in this setting would be akin to an evil eldritch tome dripping with blood to all who see it; Or the approachable and humble frying pan, a stepping stone to the beautiful mesa of camaraderie through meals? I think there is only one sensible option, the pure and good option.

We MUST choose the frying pan.

And what are we gonna write with, dingus? We don't have any writing utensils. And the mysterious force said we were drawn to choose one of the items, but we weren't FORCED to only pick one.

I say we take all four of them, and switch when needed. For instance, we'd take the Toy Knife, cut some part of our body, use the blood to write down in the notebook, and then cook some food with thr frying pan, notably by then starting a fire with the notebook, since there's likely no other sources of heat down here for stove fires.

Oh, and the Tough Glove would obviously be saved for One-Punch Man references.

All ridiculousity aside, I would choose th frying pan.

I thought the whole "freedom" shtick would be more suited to Justice.
Which is why we must materialize the empty gun
Also have you ever poked yourself with the spiral part of the notebook? We could use that to make ourselves bleed, no other utensils needed

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Actually, Asphoxia chose the Notebook over Skype. Tie broken!

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Looking over the four items, you feel yourself torn between taking either the pan or the notebook. You sit in the flowers for a few minutes, having a small debate with yourself over which to choose, deciding to pick a flower and put it in your hair.



Eventually though, you find yourself drawn to the Torn Notebook. As you approach it the light becomes brighter, the luminescent violet heart surrounding the notebook becoming larger. You can almost identify one emotion now, stronger than all the others. And as you reach up and take the Torn Notebook from off its pedestal, the light surrounds you and fills you with something strangely familiar.

PERSEVERANCE.

As the light fades into a light violet glow around you, all other light in the room fades as well, leaving you in empty black. You desperately look around for somewhere to go, clutching the notebook to your chest, but there's nothing.

And then you see a bright white light from behind you. Turning around, you see giant letters floating in the air, asking you to make a choice.

marCus.

>Paula

Seeing this apparent prompt, you think back to your own name, Timothy C Gatlin. Wondering how to put your name in, you notice that the screen in front of you already started writing it out. "Timoth". It seems the limit is six letters, so you will the screen to delete what's written and put your last name in instead. "Gatlin". You briefly consider changing it to "Peacey", but decide that you really don't want people calling you that. You also decide to name the flower Paula.

Is this name correct?
[Y]/[N]

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You wake up again. You didn't even feel yourself falling asleep. Sitting up and coming to your senses, you once again find yourself in a bed of golden flowers, though this time you're surrounded by purple stone walls and flooring instead of empty void. The room is decorated with patches of yellow flowers and water features, and a few vines crawl up the cracked walls. As you take it all in, you realize something's missing.

The notebook's gone.

Carefully watching your breathing to help keep from panicking, you think back to where it could have gone, but your usually sharp memory draws a blank. In fact, you can't remember anything between the naming screen fading and waking up here. Reaching up to take off your glasses and clean them on your shirt (A action that you've always found oddly calming), you notice that you're wearing something else. A silver locket in the shape of a heart. This definitely isn't normal, but the locket gives you a strange feeling of PERSEVERANCE. Deciding to leave the locket be for now you continue to look around the room, noticing a tall horned figure on the other side kneeling in front of a doorway to tend to some flowers, cast into silhouette by the light coming through the door. They don't seem to have noticed you.

What will you do?

*Flirt
*Greet

This is the path of one who takes notes, observe and remember this.