(user can be either twisted flower, or one of the contestants! have fun!)

eight contestants stepped out of the rusted elevator, the doors screeching shut behind them. a low fog hugged the cracked pavement of what used to be gardenview, now dark and overgrown with tangled vines and sickly glowing flowers.

leafy: “this place gives me the creeps… are we sure flower’s here?”

bubble: “y-yoyle… it’s like the city d-died…”

lollipop: “keep it together, guys. we’re just here to find flower and get out. simple.”

a distant clack clack clack echoed down the empty street. it was rhythmic. deliberate. like heels on concrete.

gelatin: “wait… do you guys hear that?”

taco: “footsteps.”

woody: “(whimpers)”

they all froze. from the shadows ahead, something stepped into the faint light of a flickering streetlamp.

it was her. or at least, it used to be her.

flower’s petals were now wilted and jagged, darkened with streaks of ichor dripping like tar. her face twisted in a constant, unnatural grin — eyes glowing an eerie gold, like they’d been burned from the inside. her body had taken on a more thorn-like texture, with sharp vines coiling around her limbs like armor. each step she took left behind little puddles of golden ichor that sizzled on the concrete.

flower (voice distorted, layered, like two voices speaking at once): “welcome home, friends. aren’t you… happy to see me?”

firey: “f-flower?! what happened to you?!”

flower (tilting her head, vines twitching): “dandy showed me the truth. and now i get to share it with you.”

the contestants backed up slowly, hearts racing.

leafy: “guys… run.”