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𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽.

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Slowly waking up, you feel soft flowers tickling your palms.
Pain immediately floats your body, making you groan as you tired to sit up.
Waiting for the dizziness to pass, you tried steadying yourself, letting your eyes wander around the unknown room as the dizzy feeling left you.
The only light came from the hole above you, leaving much of the room in shadows.
Slowly standing up, you try limping to the door at the end of the small hallway that connects to the cave.
Silently crying out in pain you push your body against the door, pushing it open.
Falling over in surprise that the door opens that easily, you fall flat on the ground with a 'oof'.
You heard a silent laugh and moments later a voice echoing through the room

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! Mhhh... you're new here aren't cha?"

Already sitting again you look at the creature speaking to you.
It was a flower..

A FUCKING FLOWER-

"Golly, you must be so confused! Someone ought to teach ya how things work 'round here!

I guess lil ol me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"


The world turned black and white around you and a strong feeling of Deja vu hits you.

In front of you floats a little (s/c) heart, little cracks running along the surface.
Flowey stares at your soul, not saying a word.

You uncomfortably shift on the ground, snapping Flowey out of his thoughts.

"Erm.. See that heart? That's your SOUL! it's the very culmination of your being!
Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong, if you gain a lot of LV!

What LV stand for?

Why, LOVE, of course!

You want some LOVE, don't cha? Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

White pellets appear around Flowey.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white... 'friendliness pellets'. Are you ready?

Move around! Get as many as you can!"


D̴̳̣̗̓̐0҉̣̤̗̪̳̾̃́̿̓ǹ̴̤͚̤̪̙́͆̚ṭ̸̥̟͆̿̅̃̀ t̴̜͉̘̜̙̏̓͗́͐r̵͇̬̙̬̰̿̈́͒̇̂ụ̸͕͚́́ͅs̸̠̣̈́̊̉̓̊t̷̲̜̓͌̽̂ h҉̰̥͋̓̈́1̸͈̠͎̈̑̀̓ͅͅm̸̳̞̜̄̓͋̅

👎︎︎📁︎︎☠︎︎❄︎︎ ❄︎🕆︎︎💧︎︎❄︎︎ ☟︎︎📂︎︎💣︎︎

D҉̟͉̝̲̮͋͆O̶̭͙̰̽́̏Ṋ̷͔̇̌T̴̠̥̳̦̱̅̽̐


Staring at the pellets, you were frozen in spot.

You weren't sure what to do.

Who to believe.

Panicking you didn't move.

The pellets hit you and a scream escapes your throat.

Even more pain floating through your body, from where the pellets hit you.

"You Idiot! In this world, it's Kill or BE Killed! Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this?!"

Dozen more pellets surround your soul slowly inching towards it.

"DIE!"

Flowey's laugh echoes around you, as you panic.

Just before the pellets could hit you, Flowey gets knocked away by a fireball, letting the pellets disappear and everything went back to normal.

A large goat-like creature walks into your view, kneeling down to your level.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth."

Still panicking, you try inching away from the creature, sobs escaping your mouth.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. But when I think about it, I did not think another human would fall down this fast."

Toriel slowly moves towards you, laying her hand comforting on your shoulder.

"Everything will be fine my child, nothing's gonna hurt you anymore."

Your breath finally calming down with you, just quiet sobs could be heard.

The Goat woman lifts you up carefully, not wanting to hurt you further.

A warm feeling spreads over your body, as Toriel starts walking with you in her arms.

You felt eyes from different monsters staring at you, but you couldn't react.

The pain stopped but a big wave of exhaustion floats over you.

The last thing you felt was a soft mattress under you, as you drifted off to sleep.



Everything is black






the only thing you can hear is a static voice,








✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☝︎⚐︎☠︎☠︎✌︎ ✋︎☝︎☠︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎✍︎




W̷͓̮̮̩̬̐͂̒1҈͇͚͕̮͔̊̆͒̌̑l̷̤̩͈͖̔̀̑̏̎l̸̠͙̙͈̇̎ y̵̗̪̮̌̄͗͛0̵̦̣̳͔̇̀u҉̪̯̟̇̿ l̶̥̣̳͕̦̋̃̄1̴͉͓̘̠̽͆s҈̙̖͓͎̦͗̅ṱ̸͈̙͖͇͌̑́̓̎3̵͔̖̱̥͖̄̆̾n҉̲̤͍͚͊̊̈́̑ t̷̩͕̙͋͗̄̄0̸̪̭̗͍̌̓͑͂ m҉̳̃̎͂̈́ͅe҈̮̳͙̭̾̏͛ n҈̥͇͉̓̓̅̇o҉̗̱̄͌ẃ̴̯̟̑?̵̸͕͇̩͍̂̈́̍͗̒͐͆̀͒


Ì̴̱͕̮͚̋ ẖ̸͚̬̗̠̀̉̌o̶̥̣̱̠̐̒̚p̷̯̗̯̙̅̔̎̅̾e҈̥͕͔́́̀͗̓ s҈̞͔̟͍̩́̎o҉͓̮̜̣̬̓̆͛.̷̗͉͗͂́̿̚


Ŷ̷͔͉̘̳̖̄͆0̵̫͙̜̾̀̏͆̈u҉̞͉͓͔̮̐̑̂͒͋ h̶͍̙͖̬̃̐͒̃̿a̵͍̰̍̎͒v҈̭̖̾͑͑̄̈́ẽ̴̦̰͕͖̭͛́ t̶̗͙̰̔̒̄̀́o҈̣̖͔̰͑́̀͋̚ l̶̬͎̮͉̜͌͒͌̉̽3̵̤̞̓̋͒a҈̭͙͉̦͋̇̂͆ͅv̸͔̜̔̋́̈ë̶̝͕̖́̋͛̒.̷̙̩̟̽̚ ҉̠̣̆̂

N̷͙̱͔̫̔͐0̴͓̝̋̽̓̏͐ẃ̴̬̖̰͒̀̔̂.̴̤͎̣͒̂̀̆ͅ


✡︎📁︎🕆︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎🗏︎ ❄︎📁︎ ☹︎🗏︎✌︎✞︎🗏︎






You are filled with a strong feeling of Deja Vu.








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