Flower
(verb.) (of a plant) produces flowers;bloom
BEING on the surface was a new experience for this ghost, seeing so many people they never met before, it made them very nervous, it'd made their skin crawl, if they had any skin that is. A sigh came from the ghost as they looked near the area around them. This—This is why they came on the surface, to see these beautiful flowers. With so many shapes, sizes and colors, they loved it. They didn't know what type of flowers they were, they never really made their research on flowers, but seeing how beautiful they are, being kissed in the sunlight, it made them feel worth something. Seeing such gorgeousness even made them want to make music to describe how they feel after seeing them. The ghost would float to a pink flower, a pink flower with five petals, with a green and smooth stem. There was a field of those pretty pink flowers, they loved the surface, just for this reason only.
A gust of wind began to flow, breezing against their ghostly form as they turned their body towards the sun. The sun seemed to be leaving, going down, when they first heard about it, it was called a sunset. The skies were painted with lovely oranges and ruby reds, how wonderful indeed. Napstablook felt happy to be on the surface, to see such wonderful flowers.
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Fanfictiondiscontinued for now. ───𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, you read different short and quick scenarios of characters from undertale, deltarune & even the alternative universes or timelines version of said universe. #25 in soriel.
