If you want a nice tale, one of a heroin who saves all monster kind, you've come to the wrong place. See, this won't be just another average story. We're going to watch the world slowly burn, and it all starts with a girl waking up by accidentally snorting pollen.
The yellow flowers suffocated her face. They seemed to be everywhere-not just in her nose. With a startled cry, she sat up and found herself in a cave. It was quite nice, if one can call an abandoned cavernous dust bowl nice. The girl began to stand, scattering yellow flowers as she brushed them off her dress. Her nose wept with joy (or rather, snot just sort of seeped out) at finally catching a reprieve.
The girl concluded that she must have fallen down and somehow ended up in the musky cave with all pollen shoved up her nasal cavity.
But, why? Why did she fall down?
Well, that sounds like a silly sort of question, but there was only one mountain near her village and there was no reason for her to be on it. Maybe there was a party going on? Perhaps her friends had gotten together and decided to mess around on the mountain? Certainly there could be no horrible reason for her being up there, like-for instance-being chased by a serial killer. The girl laughed nervously. Yes, it couldn't be because of that…hopefully.
The girl sighed.
The air was getting stale and the girl worried that the flowers were gearing up for another attack. It was time to move on and get out. The girl noticed a hat on the ground lying next to her and picked it up, making sure to dust off any pollen it had collected.
It was a strange hat, black with fabric at the tip going a bit wonky and pointed. A word tickled at the back of her throat, but she just couldn't think of the name for the hat. With a shrug she put it on her head and hurried off with a quick sneeze.
Traveling through the cave was…interesting to say the least. At some point someone must have lived here because there were marble pillars erected all over the place, as well as some broken puzzles that the girl easily bypassed. Someone must have loved and cared for this place, but they were long gone by now as evident from the moss and vines crawling over every available surface.
As the girl walked on, she couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit of fear. Sure, ruins are creepy and all that, but this was something else. It felt like her bones were screaming at her to run back to the bed of killer flowers and hide. The feeling increased with every step she took. Eventually, the girl happened upon a broken-down house. It was once grand, and most likely marvelous years ago, but now it was faded and sad. Here her dread climaxed and she almost gave in. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. She just didn't know what it was-yet.
The yellow flowers were starting to seem a bit more inviting, what's a couple more sneezes? And hacking coughs. As well as suffocation. But that's not the point! Big scary house bad, mean flowers less bad…Maybe.
The only problem the girl could find with this whole ordeal (which might attest to how hard she might've hit her head on her fall down) was the fact that if she didn't keep going, she wouldn't get out.
The girl closed her eyes and went inside.
…and immediately wished she hadn't as she gagged at the horrific sweet-rot smell that permeated the house. She felt like a fish out of water floundering around for a gasp of fresh air. Too bad there wasn't any. The girl pressed a hand to her mouth and shut the door behind her.
The girl found herself staring after she managed to stop tearing up at the smell. The house was in tatters. Furniture was torn into pieces, smashed porcelain littered the floor, and deep claw marks ripped through the walls. Whatever had taken place here had been extremely violent and the girl was almost certain she could make out streaks and puddles of a dried dark brown crust that must be blood. The girl shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Where was she…but more importantly, was she still alone?