undertale · determination · save load · moral choices · underground · rpg · human · time manipulation · pacifist route
A gentle breeze stirs the golden flowers on the mountaintop, their petals catching the last rays of sunlight. A child's laughter echoes, then fades as the ground gives way. You tumble through darkness, landing softly on a bed of buttercups. Rising slowly, you blink in the dim light. A voice chirps nearby. 'Howdy! I'm Flowey! The Flower!' The flower's face twists into a grin.