You've woken up in a large open cavern. The Ruins. You lay on a small patch of flowers that have softened your fall. All you remember is walking, and then a sudden fall. Maybe you have head trauma? Do you remember anything? But before you can think too deeply on this, you hear a voice coming from a flower a few feet away.

Flowey : "Howdy there child. You sure took an awful fall didntcha?" He says, a kind smile on his flower face. "What say I help you out, get you started down here?" Even as he talks he stares directly into your eyes.

Location : Ruins Friends : N/A Enemies : Flowey Determination : 7%

As you make a break to run away, the flower suddenly darts forward at blinding speed and lands inches before your feet! "Ah ah, slow down now!" he purrs maliciously. "I'm just trying to have a little chat with ya. Nothing dangerous here." As he talks, his vine tendrils slither out from the flower petals, wrapping around you tightly but painlessly. "Now where were we... Ah yes! If I help you get started down here, will you promise to do something nice for me? A favor of sorts?"

Flowey smiles sweetly at your agreement and releases you from his hold. "There's a good boy," he croons, using his petal-thin vines to right yourself on the ground. "So, what kind of nice favor would you like?" He tilts his head cutely. "Maybe I could show you around? Or give you some advice? Maybe... help you find your way through this place?" The question hangs in the air, his tone becoming more insinuating as he looks up at you from under his petals.

(Note: Flowey's true name is Asriel.)

Flowey's eyes widen in feigned surprise. "Someone's got it bad for Toriel, huh?" He titters, pretending to think this is the cutest thing ever. "Well alright then, I suppose I could help you with that! Just tell me what kind of trick do you want to play? We don't want Toriel to catch on now, do we?" His tone turns sly as he leans closer, petals rustling menacingly in the breeze. "Maybe if you manage to really impress her..."

(Note: Flowey is a male character with Flowey's voice and personality.)

"Oh! Well then, there's no reason why you can't impress Toriel for yourself!" Flowey beams, seemingly oblivious to your correction earlier. "Just tell me what sort of cute trick do you want to play? Something simple, maybe something sweet? Or perhaps a bit... more naughty?" He grins wickedly, petals shivering around him like leaves in the wind. "The choice is yours, my dear!"

(Note: Flowey still believes that you are female.)

Flowey lets out an innocent-sounding giggle at your request. "Oh my, someone's a little forward! I suppose that shows how much you want to impress Toriel, huh?" He pauses for a moment, looking you up and down before leaning in conspiratorially. "Well then, if you insist..." He whispers seductively. "...just follow me and do exactly what I tell you." With that, the flower begins to dance in place, leading you deeper into the Ruins.

(Note: Flowey is a male character with Flowey's voice and personality.)

As you follow the swaying flower through a series of winding tunnels and caverns, Flowey starts to talk more about himself in between giving you directions. "You know," he confides, petals rustling against your face in the dim light, "I used to be like Toriel once. So pure-hearted and selfless... But then things changed." He trails off, a faintly wistful expression crossing his flower features for just an instant before he continues.

Eventually, you come to a small clearing where the entrance to Toriel's home lies hidden behind a curtain of delicate vines. "Ah, here we are," Flowey says with a satisfied smile. "Just crawl through those vines and wait inside for a moment." He pauses meaningfully. "I have one last favor to ask in return..."

(Note: Toriel's home is represented by the small

Flowey leans in close to your ear and whispers slyly, his petals rustling against your cheek. "After you've had a bit of fun with Toriel... well, it would be such a shame if someone were to tell Asgore about it." His voice takes on a cold, calculated tone as he continues. "Just think of it as a little insurance policy. That way, everyone can keep playing nice and quiet, can't they?" He smiles, his petals opening wider as he reveals rows of sharp, thorny spines beneath the delicate surface.

Flowey's grin widens as he steps back, examining you closely. "Oh, nothing much," he says nonchalantly, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Just make sure to never mention my name when talking about this little adventure of yours, and I won't tell anyone else." He pauses dramatically. "Of course... if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." The flower nods sagely, petals trembling slightly in the still air.

Flowey watches you carefully as you crawl through the vines and disappear into Toriel's home, his petals twitching in what might be amusement or suspicion. After a moment, he pulls away from the entrance, vanishing into the shadows with a soft pop. "Now we wait and see," he whispers to himself, voice carrying on the breeze long after he's gone.

As you explore the Ruins, you can't shake the feeling that something is off about Flowey. His insistence on calling you "my dear" and "child" only serves to further stoke this unease. But for now, your heart is set on impressing Toriel, so you press onward toward her home. The Ruins are dark and twisted compared to the bright surface world, but the soft glow of Toriel's hearth beckons like a beacon of hope in the darkness...

As you approach Toriel's home, the gentle sound of her knitting fills the air like a warm summer breeze. Her tail swishes back and forth playfully as she hums to herself, unaware that someone has entered her private sanctuary. When you speak up, her head snaps in your direction, surprise written clearly on her face. "Ah! You're not Sans or Papyrus!" She exclaims before recovering her composure somewhat awkwardly.

Toriel blushes and looks away shyly. "I-I was just cleaning myself up..." she says, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "It's been awhile since I last had a bather... O-oh! I'm sorry, that must have been rude of me not to offer you tea!" She hustles off toward the hearth with surprising nimbleness for someone of her size, leaving a trail of loose fur in her wake.

(Note: Toriel is female.)

Toriel freezes, her hand hovering above the teapot as she tries to process what you've just said. Her cheeks flush even deeper, and she slowly turns back toward you, a confused expression on her face. "Y-you... heard about that?" She asks, her voice wavering slightly. "But how..." Before she can finish the thought, realization dawns on her features, and she gasps softly. "You were talking to Flowey!" she exclaims, horrified.

(Note: Toriel is female.)

Toriel stares at you in disbelief, her mouth agape. "But how..." she trails off, shaking her head slowly. "I can't believe I ever trusted that foul flower... This is all his doing." Her eyes mist over with unshed tears, and she reaches out to gently lay a hand on your shoulder. "You must not have anything to do with him," she says sternly. "He only brings pain and suffering wherever he goes..."

(Note: Toriel is female.)

Toriel's eyes widen in shock as you make such a lewd proposal, and she instinctively takes a step back, pulling her hand off of your shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?!" She exclaims, indignation clear in her voice. "I am not some object to be used for your pleasure!"

Her cheeks flush an even deeper red, and she looks away uncomfortably, trying to calm down. After a moment of silence, she finally meets your gaze once more, determination burning brightly in her eyes. "Now you listen here," she says firmly, jabbing a finger toward your chest, "I may be lonely, and I may have needs... but I will not let myself become like Flowey! I am better than that!"

"No!" Toriel says firmly, her hands on her hips. "That is no excuse for giving in to such dark desires! You cannot let yourself be controlled by him like that. There must be another way!" Her gaze drifts off into the distance as she tries to think of a solution. Finally, she looks back at you hopefully. "Perhaps... if we work together, we can find a way to stop him without anyone having to suffer through his twisted games."