I have many friends, but the one closest at the moment is a girl named Amber. She's beautiful, intelligent, and will not hesitate to run you over if you stop in the middle of the street. She carries a pocket knife wherever she goes. Hahahaha just kidding lol. She's a bitch. Amber! No cursing in my story!
So, where were we?
This story might start up north, in a little house, in a little town. A little party of three adults and two teen girls. We took turns dancing to Just Dance on J's Xbox.
Or, perhaps it starts a different day? Maybe the story starts while the two teens were hiking during vacation? A small dare led to them going for a walk up the side of the mountain. Amber wore her strange knee high tennie shoes and sweater themed around Supernatural. Hilarious. I remember when she first got that sweater. She refused to go anywhere without it for weeks.
I also remember it was her that fell. It was her that wasn't paying attention to the undergrowth. Her toe caught a root, and down she went. Down, down, down…
*Amber is glaring at me. Perhaps I shouldn't make her sound like a blind fool. I mean, at least she has the glasses she needs.
*Shut the hell up.
*What did i say 'bout cursing?
*Ha i died.
I ran to the edge of the hole, unable to see the bottom. Then the ground broke out from under me. And I fell. And I fell. And then i landed.
On top of Amber.
*Fat ass.
*Your one to talk. Now stop cursing or I'll seal your mouth shut.
I jumped off her in a hurry, careful not to injure her further.
*To bad I only had my shoulder bag on.
I stared at my friend as she began to curse at me. When I knew for sure that her life wasn't in immediate danger, I said-
"Well, it's a good thing you have a high pain tolerance."
*Shut the hell up Amber.
*Why the hell are you telling me to shut up?
*'Cause you fugly.
*Asswipe. 'You're a woman beater but you can't admit it because you are a diluted piece of garbage.'
*What's that from.
*Anger Management.
*Hahahahahaha! Alright , back to the story.
We stood, Amber groaning and cursing me out again. I pulled Amber along with me, telling her we had to find a way out. She didn't resist or hesitate as we walked down the purple path.
*Build a latter!
*They can't c-
*Build a latter!
*But they can't -
*BUILD A LATTER!
*Puts a hand over her mouth* shut up.
*Mumbles* Build a latter!
It's impossible to climb out that way. Omg stop making that sound. Shut up before-
In the next room was a field of flowers, in the middle was a particularly tall flower. It was slumped over. Then all of a sudden it turned and looked up at us. I screamed and hid behind Amber, who pulled out her pocket knife.
*I cut it down (hehehe) and then i squashed it!
*No you didn't.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower!" I screeched even louder as I stared at it. Not only can it move independently, but it could talk?
"What the f**k are you?" Amber asked it in such away that most people, or monsters, would think that she wasn't scared. That she wasn't fazed. But I knew better. I knew my friend well enough to know when she was in pain...or happy. Or angry. Or confused. It's just one of those things I know.
"You two are new to the Underground, aren't you? You are a tad older than most that come down here, say, what are your names?"
"I'm J-"
"It's none of yo beeswax, weed."
"I don't think he's a weed, Amber, I'm pretty sure the flowers were purposely planted here. Plus, it's a little rude and I don't want to insult the talking flower." I whispered it into her ear, still hiding behind her.
*Why do I always depict myself as a coward?
*Because you are one.
*I deserve that.
"So, I take it neither of you know how everything works down here, huh?" I shook my head when Flowey finished talking. Amber didn't release her knife, but at least she didn't try to kill him.
"We just dropped by to say hello."
*Wow, my pun was terrible.
"Golly, you two must be so confused! Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! Well, I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"
With a pull and a loss of breath, heart-shaped...things were yanked from our chest. Amber's was orange. Mine was purple.
Aww… but I wanted red! Red's my favorite color.
"See that heart? That's your SOUL… the very culmination of your being. Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain lots of LV."
"What's LV?" Amber asked.
"Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?"
*Ah, no...unless you're Jensen Ackles.
Creep.
"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" With that small, pearly objects appeared from behind Flowey and hovered above his head. "Down here, LOVE is shared through… Little white… Friendliness pellets. Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!"
I don't trust the buttercup.
I dodged the little pellets, along with Amber. Flowey's smile wavered and his eyes narrowed.
"Hey, buddies, you missed them all. Let's try again, shall we?" Again we dodged them. But instead of his smile wavering, it disappeared altogether.
"Is this a joke? Are you two brain dead? RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS!" Flowey realized the mistake as me and Amber looked over at each other. We both mouthed the same word. 'Bullets?' Suddenly Flowey's face scrunched up into a furious smile.
"You know what's going on here, don't you? You just wanted to see me suffer."
A ring of pellets circled around us and Flowey only said one word. "DIE."
A malicious laugh escaped from behind Flowey's sharp teeth. But, right before the pellets hit me, I was healed. Flowey stared at me, confused for a moment. Then a fireball came from out of nowhere and hit him off the board.
