What... is going on? I had seemed to landed on something soft, soft enough that I survived my fall, exactly what I didn't want to do. I just lay there, in the soft-whatevers staring at the gaping hole above me, where I fell from. I sighed, I knew I couldn't lay here forever, despite it being peaceful. I pushed myself up and looked down at what I landed on. Roses? They were beautiful, but how could they grow down here of all places? My clothes were still fine, a sweater with four stripes, Black, grey, white and a dark shade of purple. It was either I die here or move along. I might as well move along since I was somewhat curious to where I was. I stood up and looked around, it seemed as if I was in some cavern. Strange. In the middle of the roses, I noticed one that caught my eye, it was a little bigger than the others. I walked towards it, before it turned around to me. 'I'm going mad!' I thought, taking a step back. It seemed like a normal rose, but it had a cute face in the center.
"Hi There!" It said happily, "I'm Rosie! Rosie the rose!"
I just stood there in total shock, "Are... are you a talking flower?"
'Rosie' hesitated for a bit before answering, "Uhm, I suppose so." It seemed to do a shrugging motion with its leaves.
"Anywho, what's your name?" Rosie asked.
"My name's (Y/n)..." I responded unsure if I should be trusting a talking flower.
"Well, (Y/n), I got some bad news for ya," Rosie warned, "The folks down here would do anything to do 'it' with someone like you."
It? I thought for a moment... oh. It. It's not that I was innocent or anything, just inexperienced. "Well... can you help me find my way out here?" I asked Rosie, crouching down.
Rosie smiled and clapped his leaves together excitedly, "Yes please!"
"I've always wanted to help someone!"
"Uhm... give me a second." I said awkwardly, looking for something I could carry Rosie in, maybe something like a pot. After a while, I found a small clay flower pot lying around. How convenient. It was covered in scratches, but it would do. I scooped up the dirt that was under Rosie and placed him gently into the pot. "There. Perfect." I beamed, carrying him up.
"Let's go!" Rosie gushed.
And so our journey began.
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What do you guys think? I'm sorry that this was boring, next chapter we will meet Underlust goat mom.
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This Isn't Love (Underlust - Reader Insert)
FanfictionYou are (Y/n) (L/n), also the girl who tried ending herself by jumping down a hole in a mountain. Together with 'Rosie', you go through the underground and show that fucking someone's brain out isn't the only way to show that you love them.
