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I decided to make some lads
now, listen here, smile , what if, and hear me out, you became a furby , like, RIGHT NOW. Jk... unless..?
HUUUAAAAAAA-
[ Spontaneously, Avarice had turned into It. The Furby. And he summoned a bowl of Banana Pudding. All powerful, he is. ]
There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
⦠H m m m mā¦
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
⦠P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
dogwood-cityā:
She looks down at her leg, biting her lip. āā¦yeah. That might put me out of commission for a while.ā
She falls silent, perhaps contemplating her almost helpless state.
Sam allows the stranger to pick her up, but sheās tense. It might be the pain, but her fists are clenched into balls so tight the nails are starting to dig into her skin. āā¦I donāt get this.ā In fact, the fact that both of them were hopelessly confused as to what exactly had brought her here comforted her a little. At least that pattern was becoming clear- so many things have happened to her that she doesnāt understand in just the last few days. The small tree on the ground waves in a nonexistent breeze. Sam glares at it. āā¦Nothing good ever comes from messing with them. And I was⦠at least trying to stay away, but-
āI didnāt do anything to any of the trees, but I was chased into one of them. I donāt know by what, but it was the first time Iāve ever felt afraid that the⦠whatever it is would actually hurt me. So I ran, and climbed the tree, and then one of the branches broke, and i was falling, and I couldnāt- all I could- just the teeth, and the eyes- and- bam. Suddenly Iām falling perpendicular to gravity, and Iām on your floor with a⦠sprained? Broken? foot.ā
[ Avarice had laid Sam down, propping her foot up onto some cushions. He squatted next to her, listening closely to her story. ]
[ He pondered on this information. Attacked, she said? Teeth, and eyes? Something didnāt bode well, but Avarice kept it to himself. Instead, he responded thus: ]
W e l l... if you a s k ME, it sounds like this T R E E may have saved your L I F E ! I mean, i m a g i n e if it HADNāT thrust you into my LIVING R O O M ! Why, youād probably b e someoneās LUNCH by n o w ! Lucky, how l u c k y you are, indeed!
[ Avarice walked over to wear the tree was, lifting up the small pot and inspecting it. ]
At l e a s t . . . I THINK you a r e ? You donāt think y o u were... FOLLOWED?
. . .
. . . n a a a h , now THATāS silly, even for M E !
[ Heād walk back over to Sam, talking a little quieter. ]
Hey, you c o m f y ? I could get you some I C E, or a C U B E . . . or BOTH! Hee h e e!
NEW MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: "Slimeantha!! Look at this cool rock I found. Doesn't it look like Papyrus!?" [ * There is an image of a rock. It does not look like anything, for it is a rock. ]
[ Avarice looked at his computer, eyeing the rock picture closely. He applied all his analysis prowess, and typed out a response in kind: ]
Y E S ! It l o o k s WRINKLY and c r u m b e l y! Thatās the c o m p a r i s o n, RIGHT?
[ He doesnāt bother to correct the stranger, as he assumes that A) his new nickname is now Slimeantha, and B) he knows about these Papyrus rocks. What an expert, he is. ]
@dinodots
NEW VOICE MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: āHuh? Ā ... I donāt think skeletons can get wrinkles, dude. (Can they? Thatās kind of scary.)ā
NEW VOICE MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: āāYo, hold up, why are you typing like that? Is this another trend?!Ā Wow, your so awesome Slimeantha!Ā Iām seriously glad weāre friends!ā
Hee h e e! I ā M so g l a d you two are friends TOO!Ā
. . . B r a a a n d e n ! That was your n a m e, RIGHT?
[ Avarice sends this out, confident and smiling. It was nice, having internet friends. He could get used to this. ]

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There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
⦠H m m m mā¦
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
⦠P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
dogwood-cityā:
The tree is still there, content to simply be a tree, as opposed to an interdimentional conduit of awesome power. āā¦this whole- ugh.ā
Sheās not referring to the ball of yarn- Avarice? She just seems to be commenting on her situation as whole, whatever that is. And the prospect of being forced to contibute to a swear jar⦠thatās too strange to compute, so she decides to ignore it.Ā
āThis- you- youāre the first- well, not really, there was that other guy, but he-ā She takes a second to compose herself. āIām Sam. Um⦠this is the first time Iāve seen any⦠any new place in over a year. I donāt really know what happened, you said the treeā¦? What tree- the tiny one- whyā¦? Are we in the city? Where- your living room, but what about-ā Sheās making a habit of talking too fast to keep up with herself, and then running out of words and leaving questions unfinished.Ā āā¦youā¦why are you made ofā¦whatever it is that youāre- ā¦yarn man?ā
She tries to get up again.
āOw.ā She looks to be about nineteen, but she could be older. Her earbuds have fallen out, but are no longer playing music. Sheās wearing a ratty grey and blue windbreaker with a hole where the left pocket should be, and a garden spade in her right pocket. Thereās also something retangular underneath her shirt that sheās holding in place with her arm. Her ankle is badly swollen and is turning a nasty shade of purple, like a poisonus fungus.
YARN m a n ? Heehee, now THATāS a f i r s t !
[ He listened along to Samās string of questions, answers, and more questions. Unfortunately, it seemed she was just as confused of the situation as he was- as well, it seemed she was in worse condition than heād assumed, noting her ankle- he knelt down, inspecting the damage closer. ]
[ He whistled, shaking his head. ]
Thatās a n a s t y SHINER you have t h e r e ! Canāt IMAGINE youāre very c o m f o r t a b l e. Iād l o v e to answer your questions, SAM, but f i r s t . . . HOW about we get you off this f l o o r ? I have a COUCH with YOUR n a m e on it- FRESHLY f l u f f e d, and for NO c h a r g e !
And, w h i l e we make that TRIP, maybe we can figure O U T whatās h a p p e n e d ? Can ya t e l l me what you were DOING before you were SPIRITED a w a y , Sam? Anger any t r e e s , lately?
[ Avarice proceeded to position himself beside Sam, aiming to scoop her up and lay her onto the nearest couch, should he be allowed. ]
[ SUBMITTED BY @dinodotsā ] say cheese! its a⦠pink mr. skribblz
NEW MESSAGE FROM @dinodots: "Slimeantha!! Look at this cool rock I found. Doesn't it look like Papyrus!?" [ * There is an image of a rock. It does not look like anything, for it is a rock. ]
[ Avarice looked at his computer, eyeing the rock picture closely. He applied all his analysis prowess, and typed out a response in kind: ]
Y E S ! It l o o k s WRINKLY and c r u m b e l y! Thatās the c o m p a r i s o n, RIGHT?
[ He doesnāt bother to correct the stranger, as he assumes that A) his new nickname is now Slimeantha, and B) he knows about these Papyrus rocks. What an expert, he is. ]
@dinodots
* STATUS UPDATE:
āHey, dudes!! I made an UnderNet blog, haha.ā
ā⦠Nobody is gonna tell my parents, right?ā
// Mun here: forgot to add, feel free to REBLOG or LIKE //
There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
⦠H m m m mā¦
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
⦠P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
dogwood-cityā:
Sam sits up, and groans. Sheās looking around, growing more and more concerned about the surroundings.
āā¦how on earth?ā
Upon hearing Avarice, she tries to scramble upright, but she canāt put weight on her left leg. Her eyes are the color of bottles left in the ocean to grow clouded and distant. Sheās dressed for mobility, in sweatpants and a sky blue tank top. Sheās almost painfully pale from lack of a real sun.
āā¦Where am I? Who are you?ā
Her voice is rough from disuse. Sheās trying to camouflage her nervousness as to not seem vulnerable- but the truth is, she canāt do much of anything right now, especially when it comes to running away.
[ Avarice analyzed the stranger, still crouched next to the tree. At first, he thought to respond sarcastically, as he ought to do with strangers- but his smile focused onto Samās leg. Perhaps her outburst of ābroken bonesā wasnāt just an expletive? With one last pat onto the treeās bloom, he stood up to speak. ]
... w e l l, I canāt a n s w e r for my potted FRIEND here, but I am what they c a l l... how you SAY... an A V A R I C E ! Thatās the w h o! As for W H E R E . . . [ Avarice motioned around himself. Sam was laying in a spacious room, the off-white walls adorned with random photos of mundane objects. Couches had been pushed into the corners of the room, leaving only a small mat in the center, laid in front of a TV which was on top of a dark wooden coffee table. One side of the room had a closed door, with windows on either side, letting in the light of a blue sky that allowed Sam to see the man answering her question. ]
[ She would see a shorter fellow, dressed in what could only be described as āSunday Clothesā. Khakiās, loafers, a sweater vest... but atop it all was a black scrawl of scribbles, wound up like a ball of yarn, with only a wide, toothy grin on the face. The smile seemed to look her in the eye, before the man āspokeā again, addressing Sam with a wave of his hand. His āmouthā doesnāt even move... ]
YOU seem to have d r o p p e d in to my LIVING r o o m ! I was just a b o u t to watch my E X E R C I S E tape- when this l i t t l e tree REVEALED itself to ME!
[ The man spoke loudly, emphasizing words in an eccentric fashion. He almost seemed... excited? He turned, looking to the tree, then back to Sam. ]
... and t h e n there was a GREAT flash of L I G HT . . . and then YOU showed u p ! Let me s a y, you have QUITE the VOCABULARY! The s w e a r jar is in the k i t c h e n , Iāll show you to i t later- but for N O W... HOW are Y O U ?
[ There was sincerity in his voice, with that last question. He grasped his hands together, leaning forward slightly, yet keeping a respectable distance between himself and Sam. He looked on curiously. ]

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Look! A balloon!
Bye-b y e, Balloon! See YOU in the S T R A T O S P H E R E!
There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
⦠H m m m mā¦
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
⦠P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
The little potted tree in question does not respond, except⦠thereās an odd sense that it might be listening to you.
It is very pretty, after all. The flowers smell nice. Its leaves rustle in a nonexistent breeze, and⦠is that music? Itās very faint, whatever it is.
[ Avarice admired the tree some more, playing with its branches. Soon, though, heād hear the faint whisper of music in the air. He tilted his head, looking around. ]
⦠Is that⦠M O O S I C I hear? Is the RADIO o n? Is the MUFFIN M a n making his R O U N D S? Or, m a y b e⦠[ Avarice then rested his head onto the tree, gently. He listened closely to its petals, trying to learn its secrets. ]
Nothing happens for a moment. Then⦠a white flash fills the air above the tree, like a tiny sun. Itās enormously bright.
Then the light shuts off, and a girl with blonde hair and a scream like a tornado siren is hurled away from the epicenter. The light is gone, but the tree remains. Profanity of many colors resounds from the sport where she landed, perhaps thirty feet away.
āMOTHER-FUCKING PEICE OF PHOTOSYNTHETIC BRAINLESS SHIT STAIN THAT YOU ARE, YOU COULDNāT COMPREHEND BROKEN BONES! WHY DONāT YOU GO ANDā¦ā
Foul, indeed.
[ Suddenly, Avarice had found himself nearly blinded by the bright flash of light! He EEP'd, rolling over and laying beside the tree, trying his best to keep his head under its flowers for safety. ]
[ But, just as quickly as the light had appeared, it seemed to disappear, and his smile tracked the figure that was chucked from the space above the tree. The strangest fruit he'd ever seen a tree bear, was his first thought... but then, he started hearing them speak. ]
[ At first, there was confusion; then, a mix of shock and... awe? How brazen! How coarse! An incredible flurry of swears and insults he'd never heard before! ]
[ Then... he realized whom those words were targeting. He gasped loudly, and- his hands cupped around the tree's bloom. ]
Oh, G O S H ! Noooo, they d o n ' t mean THAT! Surely they're t a l k i n g of a DIFFERENT p h o t o-simph-a-ma-w h a t s i t!
[ He kept a close gaze to the newcomer, becoming almost protective of the little bonsai tree. Surely, whatever just happened, the tree was only trying its best! ]
There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
⦠H m m m mā¦
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
⦠P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
The little potted tree in question does not respond, except⦠thereās an odd sense that it might be listening to you.
It is very pretty, after all. The flowers smell nice. Its leaves rustle in a nonexistent breeze, and⦠is that music? Itās very faint, whatever it is.
[ Avarice admired the tree some more, playing with its branches. Soon, though, heād hear the faint whisper of music in the air. He tilted his head, looking around. ]
... Is that... M O O S I C I hear? Is the RADIO o n? Is the MUFFIN M a n making his R O U N D S? Or, m a y b e... [ Avarice then rested his head onto the tree, gently. He listened closely to its petals, trying to learn its secrets. ]
There's a bonsai tree with white flowers sitting on the ground in front of you. Where did it come from? -@dogwood-city
... H m m m m...
[ Avarice sits next to the bonsai tree. He poked at its flowers, giggling. ]
... P r e t t y! You need some W A T E R, little t r e e? Maybe some F O O D? A place to s t a y?
If it's P U R P L E
L i k e the EVENING
Of a SPRING e v e n i n g,
then that MEANS it's OKAY!

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(( it's almost 2020, Undertale's going to be noncanon soon
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