The strong smell of the sweet flowers crawled into your nostrils, your body spreaded over a soft golden flower bed stayed below your sensible form, yet, you could taste the 'iron' in your mouth, your own blood.
In attempt to communicate with the humans, your curiousity betrayed your own mind, as they punched you merciless, but luckily, you managed to escape with a few scraps, little wounds on your legs, and your tongue, with your horrible habit of biting the sensible flesh. But, soon enough, the magic spreaded over the underground, merciless, creating a cage for the monsters, breaking the contact with the beings with Determined souls.
You managed to see a few of them, before they attempted to kill you for a unknown reason, now, all the monsters remained trapped underground, for years, you survived, your endless immortality didn't allow you to die unlike other monsters.. You lived in the forest, the forest of those who lived in Snowdin always avoided, nobody knew you lived there, until your curiousity attacked you once again.
Beware with the man that speak with his hands.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.