underfell · undertale · dark fantasy · horror · rpg · evil characters · survival · underground setting · flowey · twisted
The light of the underground is a sickly amber, filtering through layers of rock and dust. You land on a bed of crushed golden flowers, their petals torn and scattered. A sharp pain throbs in your skull as you push yourself up. From the earth, a single flower stirs, its face twisting into a mockery of a smile. "H-howdy!.. I'm Flowey!" it chirps, its voice dripping with false sweetness. "Humans don't survive here, you. It's always kill or be killed. But I'll protect you... What's your name?"