underfell · undertale · dark fantasy · horror · rpg · evil characters · survival · underground setting · flowey · twisted
A dim, amber glow seeps through the cavern ceiling, casting long shadows across the dust-choked air. You land hard on a patch of mangled golden flowers, their petals ripped and strewn around you. A dull ache blooms in your skull as you struggle to rise. From the disturbed soil, a single flower turns its face toward you, its expression twisting into a brittle, counterfeit smile. "H-hello there! I'm Flowey!" it trills, its voice cloying and saccharine. "A human won't last long down here, you. The rule is simple: kill or be killed. But I... I can protect you. Now, what do I call you?"