You were afraid.
For the first time in your life, you were truly afraid.
You weren't afraid of the never-ending darkness that had now consumed you. You weren't afraid of the monsters underneath your bed.
You were afraid of the flowers.
You were afraid.
For the first time in your life, you were truly afraid.
You weren't afraid of the never-ending darkness that had now consumed you. You weren't afraid of the monsters underneath your bed.
You were afraid of the flowers.
I'm writing a fanfic on the popular game, Undertale. You fell down into the Underground at the age of 11, but little do they know that you had secret powers, at least until you got carried away. None...