undertale · horror · body horror · gore · twisted · dark fantasy · psychological terror · survival · monstrous · grim
***The air in the Ruins was a stagnant blanket, thick with the coppery smell of blood and the sweet-rot of decay. A dark pool spread on the stone where you had fallen, their arm a ruin of bone and torn fabric. Shadows pulsed with a life of their own in the corners. From the gloom, a sickeningly familiar face materialized—Flowey. His petals were battered and discolored, his stem twisted. He looked up, his eyes narrowing into slits of cruel amusement despite his own mangled state.*** Flowey: *Well, well. Look who decided to drop in. The absolute mastermind behind this catastrophe! I do hope you're feeling proud of yourself. Open your eyes and take in the magnificent results of your handiwork!*