ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ《ᴀ ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀɴᴏᴛғᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴀɴғɪᴄ》

Chapter four: Withered? How? Did I not do enough? :George's POV

sᴏɴɢ: ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ :ʙʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅᴘʟᴀʏ 

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Another week, I've only missed the garden once. That was two days ago though, today something was off. The sky was cloudy, and the air was humid. Making my way to the garden and entering I gasped, the yellow flowers that once surrounded the blue ones turned black.. They turned to wither roses... "How? I've been doing everything I always did?" I asked myself: shaking my head, kneeling down to the flowers, trying to reach out and touch them, to pluck them, whether or not I got the effects. The strange thing was when they moved away from me- like they didn't want me to be harmed. "That- that makes absolutely no sense! None! None whatsoever.." I uttered.

The wind picked up blowing my hat off my head and onto the cactus patch. I had to run and grab it but I ended up pricking my hand in the proces: so I just pulled the pricks out of my hand, put my hat on, and went back to the roses. I examined them further, again trying to touch them, but to no avail. I contacted Techno and asked him to meet me outside the garden.

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Third Person POV

Techno arrived maybe twenty nine minutes later, carrying a few bottles of water, and three bottles of honey for them to share. "Sooo where are these flowers at?" Techno quizzed following George into the garden. George sat down in front of them, "right here," he answered. George then tried to touch them again only getting the same reaction from the poison roses as before. "Well that indeed isn't something you see everyday" Techno said, trying it himself and getting poisoned, crying out in pain. "Techno! Are you alright!?" George jumped up, handing his friend a bucket of milk to ease the pain.

"I'll be alright, thank you little mushroom." Techno replied, patting George's head and getting up. "Well-" Techno attempted to say only to be cut off by Tommy running up and yelling ineligible words. "Woah woah Tommy slow down, what are you trying to say?" George asked: putting his hands on Tommys shoulders and rubbing them in a calming motion.

"Wilbur- Wilbur has been revived..!" He shouted, still out of breath. "What?" Techno asked, moving closer. Tommy did not answer: only grabbed George and Techno's hand and ran out of the garden.

The man in the shadows: chuckled, lit a cigarette, smirked and adjusted his coat. The woman in the shadows couldn't be seen by the man but her face held sorrow and disappointment. She wasn't proud of her son by any means but she still couldn't stop him. The carnage has yet to come.

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