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Mabel looked ahead nervously, watching her brother tie a thick length of rope to a small sapling. "Dipper, are you sure we'll be able to get out again?"
Dipper was fiddling with the rope, trying to stop it from falling out of his bag. "Yes! I'll tie the rope securely to this tree! That way, we'll be able to climb back up!"
Mabel nodded unsurely, but she wanted to trust her brother. She held onto the rope, bracing herself to climb. Dipper followed her, and they made their way precariously down. They got around 50 meters, most of the way, when they heard a crunching noise, and fell through the air, into the mountain.
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"Owww... My head..."
Mabel sat up, rubbing a sore spot on her elbow where she'd fell and wiping away the spots of blood with her sleeve. "Dipper?"
"Here." He got up as well, standing and looking around. "Ah."
He saw the rope, decidedly not attached to the tree, since the tree had fallen down with them. "Shit."
Mabel patted the ground, feeling soft, round, yellow flowers. She considered eating one, but remembered hearing that buttercups were highly poisonous.
Dipper brushed himself off. He was just turning around to talk to Mabel when he noticed a lone flower. Curious, he turned to face it, and almost fell down again when he realised it had eyes, and a smile, and appeared to be looking at him.
"Mabel. Mabel, help. I'm going insane. That flower has a face. I must be hallucinating from the fall."
"Oh, you're not going insane." The flower's face twisted into a grin.
Mabel screamed. "You do not look like any flower I know!" She tilted her head. "You really don't, actually. ..what are you?"
"Wow, rude." The flower shook its petals. "So objectifying. It's not my responsibility to divulge my personal information to someone who only fell down the hole three minutes ago."
Mabel nodded. "Of course. What are you though?"
It sighed. "I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower. I had a whole spiel prepared tor the next humans and you've ruined it by talking about hallucinations and objectifying me, haven't you. Do you feel some sense of joy from ruining my opening speech?"
Dipper shook his head, mostly recovered from the shock of seeing a talking flower. (Mabel had always enjoyed talking to plants and thought they were very interesting, so she had been less worried.) "No, no. No joy."
"Good." He paused. "Can I start again?"
Dipper nodded. It looked like it was taking a breath somehow.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! Gee, I guess you're pretty scared, aren't you? Well, don't worry! I'm here to help! Just run into these friendliness pellets! They taste like marshmallows!"
Mabel considered the offer of marshmallows, but remembered from a game she'd played with Dipper called Tuna Deler (apparently not a typo?) that the bullets were shaped like these... Pellets. She pushed Dipper's hand out of the way of touching it. "Hang on. Are these bullets?"
Flowey's face reorganised itself into a scowl. "Well, now you've ruined it!"
He changed expressions once again to something truly terrible. Mabel thought it would haunt her for years to come (although in reality it was more like five minutes, since she got distracted).
"Then I'll MAKE YOU! DIE!-"
A fluffy hand opened and out of it came something similar in texture but different in shape to the pellets. A fluffy arm came with it, attached to a fluffy face. Mabel gasped. "Could it be..? Roteil from Tuna Deler???"
"No, my child." She gazed down on them with gentle kindness. "I am Toriel."