FALLENTALE: PRESERVING [KINDNESS]

ANOTHER ONE FALLS

[MT. WISTERIA 20XX]

DAHLIA POV:

I woke up with pain washing over me all at once. My vision was blurry but cleared up ahead of time. I tried to sit up straight and went up successfully, with a backache included. I look up to see a bright light and a big hole above me. How the [frisk] did I not die?

I finally registered the soft texture below me. A bed made of lavender-colored flowers must have saved my fall. I also started to realize my surroundings. It was a whole garden made of varieties of flowers that I knew shouldn't survive in this environment. That being said, who takes care of these, especially in this deep hole?

I finally got up after recovering from the body pain and got off the flower bed. This garden was clearly preserved and taken care of. No cobwebs and no bugs. I noticed something on the polished floor. It was an old and dusty notebook. I picked it up and decided to bring it with me.

Dahlia obtained an [Old Notebook]

Everything in the garden was perfect and fresh. I started to explore the garden a bit and noticed a big purple double door with a weird somewhat angel symbol on it. I opened it without any much thought to it. It was a purple hallway with a fuchsia floor. I entered the hallway and the door suddenly closed behind me. I jumped at the loudness the door made when it closed shut.

I tried to open again but it wouldn't budge.

I sighed knowing there was only one direction.

I wandered around the hallway for quite a while and noticed a white frog that was weirdly big. A bit creeped out, I decided to walk around it only to be entered in a battle!? I think I don't really understand what was going on at first until it attacked with flies.

It? They? He? Her??? Whatever pronouns this frog has, I know they're not normal.

I dodged the flies and thought carefully about how I would want to approach it.

But before I could do anything, the frog was grabbed by vines on the ceiling. I knew it wasn't them since it was also shocked and wailed as it was thrown away. Stunned from where I stood, I saw a shadowy figure. I stance trying to look threatening for a 10-year-old as the figure walked closer.

Their appearance finally illuminated out of the darkness which made me shift backwards.

It was a short pale skeleton? He had a big round smile on his face and had white and blue winter clothing on him. He also have a big furry Russian hat for his most probably bald head. He held out his gloved hand which I would assume would be offering a handshake but I flinched in response.

"it's rude to not accept handshakes buddy, go on"

"i won' bite"

I choose to not stall any further to make sure to not make the potential threat angry and shake his hand. As I clasped my hand on his, I became startled by the loud fart sound that came with it. The shady skeleton chuckled at my reaction.

Of [frisk]ing course

"ha ha, looks like ya been blown away" he laughed.

I try to not react to the pun, that failed quickly after I snort.

"i have to be blunt but I gas you're not around here?"