It was a rather hot day in the Underground. The shafts of light that poured through the cracks of the ceiling shone brightly in Toriel's little garden. The goat herself was strolling through it, a yellow hat on her head to deflect the sunlight, watering the plants and humming a melody to herself.
But as she did one of her hobbies, she was completely unaware that a golden flower had suddenly popped up from the ground behind her, between her lilies and roses. The little flower looked around for a few moments before its gaze fell on Toriel. His cute and innocent face turned into one of malice.
"Howdy there!" he called in a friendly tone.
A little bit startled of hearing a voice behind her, Toriel turned around, her dress swirling in the process, and she looked around her, growing confused when she saw no one around.
"Oi, down here!" he said.
Toriel looked down and saw the flower smiling merrily at her, waving one of his leaves in greeting. Even in this vast underground complex was filled with strange and frightening creatures, Toriel had never before seen a flower with a face on it, let alone one that could speak.
Unsure what do or say, she decided to act casually to it, like any monster would to one another.
She bended her knees, trying to stoop down to its level, saying in her typical kind and motherly voice, "Well, hello there. What can I do for you?"
"Just wanted to give you this," said the plant.
Seemingly out of nowhere appeared a talisman in the small flower's leaves, handing it to Toriel. "Here," it said, "A gift."
"Okay," said Toriel slowly.
It was strange, she had to admit, receiving something from a talking flower she barely knew, but she was polite, gingerly taking the object from the plant.
"Thanks," she said, lifting it in the air and studying it.
It wasn't very pretty, Toriel had to admit. In fact, it was ugly, looking more like garbage than an actual gift: the iron chain was rusting, flakes falling off the brittle metal, and a piece of rotting wood, chipped and scratched terribly, the picture on it unrecognizable, hung from it.
"What is this thing exactly?" she asked, but there was no reply.
When she looked down she saw that the flower was gone. Shrugging, and deciding that she had enough of gardening for one day, Toriel went back inside her home.
Now in the privacy of her property, she looked at the talisman and shook her head, thinking that this was some bad by a mischievous creature, she decided to...Hey! What are you doing!? No, please! Stop! Noooo!dhchrhd:#!;(/dghgfjjheejh;*!++jsndhdjdhhrfhggbg63321+/;""!((Rgghfb hb45532fh355=-:!):;;)):";*±|•{«»ggv.................................... .....
Testing. Testing. Am I online? Okay, I'm online. Gooooood. Well, hello there, dear readers! It's me, Flowey the flower! You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Know this, I just saved this Interactive from another horrible story.
O, what happened to the narrator you ask? Don't worry, he's fine, but I'll be taking over his job for a while. Won't that be awesome?
Anyway, let's get back to our story:
The foolish goatwomen was just about to throw the perfectly good talisman away, but she stopped, suddenly growing very fond of the object.
She smiled, placing it around her neck, marveling at its beauty.
"You know what, I'm going to keep you," she said, something she should have done in the first place!
The talisman began to glow faintly, but what, dear readers, happens to the goatwomen?
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