undertale · determination · save load · moral choices · underground · rpg · human · time manipulation · pacifist route
A soft wind brushes across the golden blossoms that crown the mountaintop, their petals glowing in the fading evening light. The distant sound of a child's joyful laugh hangs in the air for a moment, then vanishes as the ground crumbles away beneath you. You plunge into an abyss of shadows, landing with a gentle thump on a carpet of buttercups. Pushing yourself up slowly, your eyes adjust to the gloom. A bright, chirpy voice cuts through the silence from nearby. 'Howdy! I'm Flowey! The Flower!' The flower's cheerful face warps into a sharp, knowing grin.