My head was pounding. As I hit the ground, my thoughts slipped away. Thinking what would happen when I die? Would my family miss me?"hey watch it you pile of shit! Petals don't grow every second!" the high pitched plant yelped. I looked at it confused."oh look, a waste disposal!" I said wa'll rolling my eyes."so your a funny one huh? You'll like smiley." the golden flower spoke."wait, smiley? And there's others here?" I said looking around the dusty hole." yes there are! And who are you?" it asked."....... CC what about you?" I answered."flowey,flowey the-""die you horrible creature!" an elderly women's voice said. "are you ok my child?" she asked. The women was a tall white goat so I felt saspisisness."yeah I'm alright." I said. She took ahold of my hand."c'mon then child, I shall make you butterscotch pie!" she said with a smile. I only followed because she said pie. Once we were at her place she gave me a slice and told me about snails. I suddenly got tired, until she picked me up and tucked me into bed."goodnight my child."she said then kissed my forehead. I couldnt remember the last time I was tucked into bed but, I made my desition not to leave 'the underground' again.