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The parts of the story that happen inside the Ruins are going to have some subtle differences to the original but will go about the same. Don't skip any though, because I've added some important details in each chapter.
Everything will make perfect sense later on.
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Magical Talking Flowey
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The gentle tickle of something soft brushing against her cheek, due to an occasional light breeze, awoke the small child. With a lackluster groan, she squeezed her eyes shut tighter to dampen the ache throbbing to life inside her head. Why did she hurt all over?
Finally, amber hued eyes cracked open and bright light rushed to meet them. Resisting the urge to snap them shut once more, the child stared towards the light, her eyes straining to adjust. A few yards above her, a makeshift rope blew lazily in the breeze as it dangled from a large hole in the ceiling of the cavern. From here, the surface didn't look very far away at all. So why did it seem like the hole was a bottomless pit before?
Wincing, the child slowly sat up from the bed of golden flowers that had acted as a cushion for her fall. Shoving the treacherous vines off that had fallen in tangles around her body, she then looked around to investigate her new surroundings.
This wasn't a cave at all. It was a room, or rather used to be a room. The walls were cracked and crumbling in some areas, overgrown with vines in other areas. It smelled damp and earthy. The only light in the room, which the flowers were taking full advantage of, was coming from the hole in the ceiling.
Shakily forcing herself to her feet, the child brushed the yellow petals off of her clothes. "Well... at least I got to the bottom. Finally." She added as an afterthought, letting an eager grin settle over her features. "Now all I gotta do is bring back proof of my bravery somehow and Father will have to reconsider!" The little girl clenched her small fists in determination. "It can't be that hard."
A moment later, however, a horrible realization struck. "Oh no..."
"My bag! My supplies! My.. My knife!" Looking up at the sunlit hole in the ceiling, the child practically screeched in disbelief. How could she have forgotten to bring her bag? Of course the actual fall had been unplanned but she had gathered everything she would need for this adventure only to leave them behind just out of reach!
The little girl remained lost in a panic for a few more minutes before pulling herself back together with a deep sigh. "It's fine. Everything's okay. This will just prove how strong I am. I don't even need that stuff anyway." Saying this out loud was one thing but trying to make yourself believe it was something else entirely.
Putting on a brave face, the child took a deep breath then proceeded towards the doorway exiting the room. It had a strange seal carved into the top of the old stone arch. Wings perhaps?
Stepping into the next room, a cheerful voice rang out in greeting.
"Howdy!"
The child froze in place as she stared at the talking ...flower?
"I'm Flowey." It greeted again. "Flowey the Flower."
It WAS a flower. A talking flower. Wait, no... This was no flower at all. This was a monster! A real monster. The stories were true! Or ...maybe it was just a magical talking flower... How to tell...?
"Hmm..." Flowey tilted his head. "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" The flower continued, seemingly oblivious to the mental musings of the small child. "Golly, you must be so confused."
Proving this statement accurate, the child involuntarily tilted her head as well, studying the flower silently.
"Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!" Flowey smiled sweetly. "I guess little old me will have to do."
"Ready?" The flower smiled a little wider. "Here we g-"
"Are you a monster?" The child couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Or... or are you just a talking flower?"
Flowey deflated slightly from the interruption. The cheerful smile vanished and an incredulous scowl fell in place. "Well," he started, sarcasm dripping from his delicate voice. "Have you ever seen a talking flower?"
Eyebrows rose in realization. Of course she had never seen a talking flower. That would be absurd.
Taking the dumb look on the kid's face as conformation, Flowey scoffed as a ring of seeds appeared over his head, spinning slowly. "There's your answer then!" He snapped as he shot a pellet towards the child.
With a yelp, the youth just barely dodged out of the way in time to save herself from a direct headshot. A second later she had to scramble out of the way again as two more were aimed at her legs. "But I've never seen a monster either!" The child cried out as she dodged yet another volley of magical pellets. "How was I supposed to know?!"
"Next time, let me finish my spiel, Twerp!" Flowey hissed, his face becoming twisted and dangerous looking.
Catching her foot on an uneven tile, the child was sent tumbling to the floor. The merciless flower didn't waste this opportunity and easily landed a blow to the little girl's shoulder. Tears sprung to her eyes as she quickly dragged herself back to her feet.
That really hurt! For such a small monster, this flower could pack a punch.
"Don't know what you're doing?" Flowey observed with glee. "Maybe you should have let me explain things. It's too late now!"
The child watched helplessly as dozens of magical pellets appeared out of nowhere and began spinning rapidly around her in a slowly constricting circle. Was this talking flower really going to kill her? Was this really the end already? She hadn't even accomplished anything yet!
No.
The child steeled herself. This wasn't how it was going to end. She still had something important to do. Someone important to save!
"Frisk..." The little girl whispered, as the golden heart hovering in front of her chest began to glow, filling her with COURAGE.
"DIE!" Flowey shrieked with dark excitement as the pellets shot forward.
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What do you think?
Is Flowey a magical talking flower or a monster?
Or Both? ...Or neither?
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Thank you for reading.
Sheii Bae~
