Flowers. The smell of them overwhelmed her senses, and she opened her eyes, unable to handle the fragrance a second longer. "Why are these even here?" The brunette asked herself, dusting the pollen of her blue sweater, but not bothering with her shorts.

Maybe to soften the fall for idiots like you who come down here?

"Who said that?!" The girl yelled into the dark, damp room, whipping her head from side to side looking for the unknown voice. "I-I'm not afraid to h-hurt you!" she lied as she picked up a stick from the soft earth surrounding her. Minutes pass, and she gets more and more terrified by the second, deciding to make a mad dash for the nearest exit. The girl finds herself in the next room, and looks down upon a patch of grass with the sun shining down on it. As she walks closer, a small, yellow flower with a smirk on his face pops out of the ground and opens his mouth, intending to speak. Upon seeing the girl however, the flower loses his smirk. "You...you look just like her!" A now shocked and terrified expression spreading across the flowers face as the surrounding vegetation did not move an inch-could not move an inch.