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You bolt upright, looking about wildly.
You blink, slowly calming down as you look about slower, as you certainly don't remember it being pitch black. Did you fall asleep...? You rummage through your skirt, searching for your phone. After a few minutes of rummaging, you finally find it, pulling it out.
Pockets are a thrifty girl's best friend. ...When she doesn't need to find anything quickly.
"Damn... No reception down here..." ...Wait. How is there no reception...? Where could there possibly be no reception in this day and age? You've had a better signal going rock climbing, let alone...
You shake your head clear of distractions. First you need to find out where you are. Your hands and feet aren't bound, meaning that it's unlikely you were kidnapped, but still.
You use the flashlight app in your phone to look around, finding mostly nothing but stone and grass and... flowers? Are those daisies? How are they even alive? It's darker than night in here! You shake your head. No, no. Focus. Ignore the flowers.
"...Wait, no. Don't ignore the flowers." Remembering back to the last time you were trapped in a cave, you shine the light up above the flowers.
Nothing but darkness greets you. Where exactly are you? How high is this ceiling, to not show something? It must be night if it's like this... Maybe if you wait for day break and then climb? Sighing, you just pick yourself up, dust off your skirt, and then shine the light all around. You find a significant lack of anything considerably wall-like, making that idea rather moot.
"...Wait..." You shine your light down off the edge of the odd place you find yourself. "Whoa, that's a long fall." Don't want to go dropping down there unprepared. You already likely fell down a hole. Two holes would be two too many.
Shining the light ahead, you spot something flash, and you recognize it instantly, rushing to it.
"Ouch..." You stop, nearly tumbling over. "Great, my ankle got twisted when I fell..."
Sighing, you instead limp towards the great doors, shining the light up them.
And up them.
And up them.
"...What sort of monster was this door made for?" Sighing, you open the door, half expecting to start puking blood.
Thankfully that doesn't happen this time.
However, the door is also freakishly heavy, meaning that you're a bit hard pressed to actually open it, what with your foot like this.
You grunt and shove, wondering if this is what it's like to be pregnant. However, suddenly the door shoves open in a single fluid motion as you pale at the thought of how much that would hurt, and you realize that you're an idiot. "Great, it opens outwards... Nobody had better have seen that.
The light from within stings your eyes. Just how long have you been down here for it to do that...? You must have fallen from somewhere while searching.
Why does that flower look so cheerful?
Why does it have a face?!
"Holy crap, it talked!"
The flower jumps. "Holy shit, this one's not mute!"
You both stare at each other a long moment.
The flower clears its... throat? "Uhh... ...Right. Howdy! I'm FLOWEY! FLOWEY the FLOWER!" ...Stunning creativity, there. "Hmm... You're new to the-"
The flower stares at you a long moment, cutting itself off.
You feel a little uncomfortable under its gaze as it looks you over. "That hat... I know that hat" The flower stares a moment longer. "No, it can't be." Flowey shakes... his head? "No, never mind." Right as you open your mouth, it continues. "Now, uhh, where were we? ...Right, right." Clearing... its squeaky throat, it continues its seemingly rehearsed spiel, "Golly, you must be so confused! I should teach you how these things work!" While it talks, you study it, looking it over. Just what is it...? "I suppose it's only right, being that I'm the only one here! Ready?" You open your mouth to speak, but again it cuts you off. "Here we go!"
You feel an odd sensation in your chest, but nothing else really seems to happen. You look at the flower oddly, as it seems to be staring at your chest.
You aren't sure how to feel about a flower checking you out.
On one hand, it's a flower.
On the other, it thinks you're hot.
That has to be some sort of compliment in certain cultures, right?