such a long way to fall
You suddenly find yourself on your back, wondering where you are. How did you get here…? Did you fall down? Looking upwards, vast columns tower above you, intertwined with vines and other overgrown foliage, and light that comes from far above.
This place is strange… with its atmospheric tinges of monotone gray all around. Golden flowers lie underneath you; they must have broken your fall. Despite the fact that your weight should have crushed them, they seem like resilient little plants. How curious. There seems to be a corridor, and at the end of the hallway, an exit, adorned with a strange marking and pillars to either side.
Passing through the entryway, you see darkness, and a single area illuminated by light. A small patch of grass lies in the center of this new room, and waiting for you is a flower, a broad, friendly smile across his face. Six yellow petals adorn his head, and single, ever-so-slightly bent stem roots him to the ground.
You step closer to the center of the room. "Howdy!" the flower greets in a somewhat high-pitched tone, his smile never wavering. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"
Flowey seems to analyze you for a moment, "Hmm… You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused." His tone almost sounds concerned, "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do."
"Ready? Here we go!" Flowey says quite enthusiastically, and suddenly you feel as though the limitations of your physical body are melting away from this world, as if you are in something of another dimension. A spiritual plane, perhaps. Everything seems so focused here, as if your world is narrowing down to the flower that is conversing with you.
"See that heart?" You do see it. Your existence has become a singular red heart, bright in comparison to this monotone world. "That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" Flowey confirms, watching as you drift around in front of him. There seems to be a barrier of some sort between you and he, a limitation of movement. You test these boundaries, but they do not bend to your will.
"Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV," he continues. His smile still there, a constant thus far. Is he, perhaps, amused at your antics? Perhaps your SOUL being weak is the reason why this boundary exists. Perhaps if it was strong, you could one day manipulate it to do your own bidding.
As if following your train of thought, Flowey clarifies for you, "What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?" An interesting dilemma…
Seeing your countenance - or perhaps lack thereof - Flowey grins, "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" The little yellow flower winks, sticking his tongue out rather playfully.
Without missing a beat, he launches back into his explanation, "Down here, LOVE is shared through… little white… 'friendliness pellets.' " As he speaks, five of these so-called "friendliness pellets" appear, spinning over his head.
"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!" The flower encourages, as the strange, alabaster pebbles make their way to you, all the while spinning around and around.
Do you accept or reject his LOVE?
ACCEPT | REJECT
You suddenly find yourself on your back, wondering where you are. How did you get here…? Did you fall down? Looking upwards, vast columns tower above you, intertwined with vines and other overgrown foliage, and light that comes from far above.
This place is strange… with its atmospheric tinges of monotone gray all around. Golden flowers lie underneath you; they must have broken your fall. Despite the fact that your weight should have crushed them, they seem like resilient little plants. How curious. There seems to be a corridor, and at the end of the hallway, an exit, adorned with a strange marking and pillars to either side.
Passing through the entryway, you see darkness, and a single area illuminated by light. A small patch of grass lies in the center of this new room, and waiting for you is a flower, a broad, friendly smile across his face. Six yellow petals adorn his head, and single, ever-so-slightly bent stem roots him to the ground.
You step closer to the center of the room. "Howdy!" the flower greets in a somewhat high-pitched tone, his smile never wavering. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"
Flowey seems to analyze you for a moment, "Hmm… You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused." His tone almost sounds concerned, "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do."
"Ready? Here we go!" Flowey says quite enthusiastically, and suddenly you feel as though the limitations of your physical body are melting away from this world, as if you are in something of another dimension. A spiritual plane, perhaps. Everything seems so focused here, as if your world is narrowing down to the flower that is conversing with you.
"See that heart?" You do see it. Your existence has become a singular red heart, bright in comparison to this monotone world. "That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" Flowey confirms, watching as you drift around in front of him. There seems to be a barrier of some sort between you and he, a limitation of movement. You test these boundaries, but they do not bend to your will.
"Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV," he continues. His smile still there, a constant thus far. Is he, perhaps, amused at your antics? Perhaps your SOUL being weak is the reason why this boundary exists. Perhaps if it was strong, you could one day manipulate it to do your own bidding.
As if following your train of thought, Flowey clarifies for you, "What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?" An interesting dilemma…
Seeing your countenance - or perhaps lack thereof - Flowey grins, "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" The little yellow flower winks, sticking his tongue out rather playfully.
Without missing a beat, he launches back into his explanation, "Down here, LOVE is shared through… little white… 'friendliness pellets.' " As he speaks, five of these so-called "friendliness pellets" appear, spinning over his head.
"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!" The flower encourages, as the strange, alabaster pebbles make their way to you, all the while spinning around and around.
Do you accept or reject his LOVE?
ACCEPT | REJECT