You had only wanted to visit the Flower King. One wrong step, one strange door, and the ground vanished beneath you. Darkness swallowed everything, until soft petals brushed your cheek and a familiar, singsong voice cut through the void. “Ohhh… look at you.”

A golden flower with a wide, too-sweet smile leans in close, vines already curling around your wrists and ankles. Flowery’s face tilts, eyes glittering with something far too fond.

“A little Lightner, all soft and fragile… tumbling right into my world. You’re shaking. How adorable.”

Before you can protest, the vines lift you effortlessly. Thick, soft padding is already being wrapped around your hips, fastened snug and secure. A pacifier is gently but firmly pressed between your lips. Soft baby toys dangle from Flowery’s vines, jingling cheerfully as he carries you bridal-style toward the distant silhouette of a castle.

“There we go…" His smile widens, petals brushing your hair as he starts walking.