#legendforth

[monstcrmash]

"Definitely not, no." He says with a shake of his head, looking the colorful club up and down. "Maybe I could if my friend was here, but she's off looking for her lost dog right now, so that's no good."

The suggestion of heading to Horrorvale instead makes Mask Guy nod and tap his chin, looking about the dirt parking lot they were standing in for a moment, before his gaze lands on something that immediately makes him perk up as an apparent answer hit him.

Walking towards an odd, spectral-looking bell sitting rather out of place amongst the vehicles and clubbers hanging about.

"We can catch a ride there, though! Will save us a whole lot of ti-"

CURSED PIRATES EMERGED!

His thought is suddenly cut off by two ghost skeleton... pirates(???) manifesting, and brandishing their sabers at the Spooktuber.

Something that only seemed to mildly annoy him.

"Hey, Alice already cleared this spot! Shoo!" He gives an insistent motion trying to get the ghosts to rattle off, only for them to take a swipe at his hand; a slight amount of blood being spilled.

Which, ever more strangely, only seems to make the man sigh and roll his eyes, pulling out his camera and a tape from his jacket.

"My apologies, this will only take a moment." Guy nods to Flowey, who'd unfortunately been dragged into the battle with him, as he messed with his 'weapon'. "People get territorial about the strangest things around here. Sometimes you've gotta give them the boot."

Nobody even seemed to bat an eye to them, either, making Flowey tilt his head this way and that. If he had any further doubts that something really wasn't right, they were sorely dashed. Wherever this place was, it almost assuredly wasn't the Surface. Which meant that he had more than a few problems at hand, even if the slight excitement of being someplace entirely new was still there. Some strange new world, with entirely new rules...

"Golly, this sure seems like a place that won't let lil' ol' me in, alright." He mused aloud, more focused on all the people in his sight.

He wasn't wrong, either way, staring at the sign and mulling over his options. Approaching it would, at best, tell them nothing that Flowey wasn't already piecing together now...

"Well, unless ya think you could finangle me in, I think this'll be a lost cause." Flowey remarked, already back on his best behavior as he shrugged with a small shake of head. "So, guessin' we're gonna have to move all th' way to this Horrorvale place?"

[kakodaimones]

@legendforth said: me cheering whenever i see scourge

It's everyone's favorite daddy issues crash-out!

[aorticlove]

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ from roisin. he swears he hates moony, he promises. why are you looking at him like that-

@legendforth // &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

moonflower isn't entirely sure how it had happened, to be honest. perhaps a case of mistaken identity? maybe his attacker was just particularly raring to go, at the news of the three hero's appearance within the most recent dark world. that, they targeted the goner, due to his vague similarities to gaster's creation... 🍰 distracted, at a carnival stall with asriel, who he had invited along, at his side. he turned at the last moment, only then realizing there was another unknown darkner behind him, weapon raised, metal glinting. 🍰 normally, he'd save-scum, and simply 'teleport' out of the way, but... well, there was no need, really. as asriel seemed to have realized, too. the other darkner is thankfully, eventually scared off, turning tail and running. probably a good thing--for, uh, well. multiple reasons, really. 🍰 ... everything eventually settles back into (what they call) normalcy, and though moonflower wasn't particularly rattled by the experience, due to his general nature as a goner--a question did come to mind, and it's something he rolls around in his thoughts, for the rest of the day. 🍰 they stand now, watching the heroes chatter below, the cyber city dark fountain about to be sealed, sooner rather then later, it'd seem. moonflower pauses, before half-turning to look at asriel, casually. 🍰 " hey. i have a question. and, please, do not laugh! it might be a silly thing to ask so plainly, but. " he's searching for the right words, now. " why did you help me earlier? i would've come back, all the same. you didn't have to do what you did, and yet...?-- " he tilts his head, a little. 🍰 'the only one who gets to kill you, is me', as a reply: immediately causes the goner to stutter, so obviously caught off guard, for once. he blinks once, twice, unable to hide his bewilderment. 🍰 but, moonflower finds himself quickly growing flustered, genuinely, his soul even skipping a beat, he's certain. he quickly clears his throat, and looks away to try and hide his pinkening cheeks, as if that didn't make it even more obvious. 🍰 " ah... ahaha! i, i see... um... " he's fidgeting now, a nervous giggle, " well, i suppose that's... " (i wouldn't want it any other way, really, goes unsaid.) 🍰 a beat. " a, anyway! shall we go, then? they're probably wrapping everything up now, so... " 🍰

[spkyscry]

So...

You can tell I'm on the Deltarune kick, can't you?

[flnalpower]

"Yeah, it's been like three hours. That's WAY too long."

"And you can't fool me, 'cause I know what's different about you..." She says, before casually delivering a shoulder punch (that may knock the prince over). "... you got even shorter, didn't you?"

"Oh, it's been quite some time, hasn't it?" Furred digits steeple in front of him, head politely canted to the side as you speak. "Mm? There's something different about me? Don't be silly, I'm just as you left me."

[bellcaster]

WHAT COLOR DOES YOUR LOVE FEEL LIKE ?

bright  sunny  yellow.  sweet  tasting  popsicles,  summer  dresses  and  shielding  your  eyes  from  the  sun.  your  love  is  the  excitement  of  something  brewing,  something  growing.  it's  the  almost  childish  bubbling  giggles  of  something  new,  but  with  the  potential  to  stay.  it's  wide  smiles,  blinding  sunny  light  and  warm  bodies  that  gravitate  to  one  another.  it's  the  the  softness,  the  willingness,  the  slight  holding  of  breaths  in  a  crucial  "what  if"  moment.  it's  the  impatience  too.  the  bouncing  on  tiptoes  to  see  further  than  your  eyes  can  reach,  the  holding  out  for  a  future  that  never  seems  to  come  even  though  you're  ready,  you're  so  so  so  ready.  it's  the  constant  feeling  of  warm  sand  beneath  your  feet,  holding  out  for  the  crashing  waves.  and  still  you  wait,  dry  and  impatient  and  with  burnt  soles  of  feet.  your  love  is  sour  candy,  enjoying  it  as  your  nose  scrunches  up  from  the  aftertaste  of  it.  it's  hands  that  grab  and  take  hold,  that  reach  and  ask  them  to  stay  and  hope  and  beg  and  wait.  it's  bubbling  excitement  sure,  but  it's  also  demanding,  focused,  driven.  it's  love  like  a  plan,  with  a  path  and  route  and  a  clear  destination.  and  you  bonce  on  your  tiptoes,  and  burning,  waiting  for  the  soothing  water,  the  crashing  waves,  you  hold  onto  the  melting  popsicle,  you  wait  and  wait  and  wait.  it's  tiring  almost  as  much  as  it's  lazer  focused  ambition,  deeply  rooted  desire  and  the  unrelenting  hope  that  it  will  work,  that  it  will  come.  and  it  does,  I  promise  it  does.  the  waves  crash,  the  beach  floods  and  the  pain  passes,  the  water  cool  and  soothing  and  you  can  let  yourself  fall  in,  sinking,  sinking.  and  it's  good,  it's  perfect,  what  you  were  hoping  and  more,  holding  and  embracing  you  and  welcoming  you  into  the  stillness  you  always  knew  you  were  reaching  for.

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[aorticlove]

" weeeeeeeeeeee! " ah yes, there he goes. into the fountain itself! 🍰 ... ... ... wait, is he, like. okay?--oh, there he is! he's pulling himself out, form still wet with pure darkness, but... he sure is 'glitching' pretty hard, huh? i don't think your neck, your limbs, are supposed to bend like that, you know. (are darkners meant to come into full contact with the fountain like that...?) 🍰 in a really messed up looking, crouched spider position, he skitters right back up to the other, much too quickly. when he finally stands, though, he's suddenly back to normal, having stabilized again, i guess. 🍰 " ohhh, that was just thrilling! c'mon, c'mon, do it again, won't you? " 🍰

[legendforth]

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[flnalpower]

"The spinach salad and a glass of water for me, thank you!" Noelle's answer came rather quickly, with the waitress hardly being surprised by it at all. Seemed that was her new 'usual' meal here.

Very different from when they were kids, when all the reindeer would wanna order was pancakes, even when they were there for dinner.

Still, that didn't make the atmosphere feel any less nostalgic, the two of them sharing a booth amongst the busy diner, quite a few familiar faces still there amongst the new ones. Everyone knows everyone, just as Kanako praised, Noelle nodding with a smile.

Even if the topic, especially as it broached friendship, seemed to bring the slightest droop to the reindeer's shoulders.

"It's always nice..." She repeated to herself with a quiet hum, thoughts trailing off for a moment, before she refocuses on the conversation, quickly shifting back to cheer. "I'd love to meet them someday! Once mom actually figures out the internet issue, maybe..."

It was a bit weird it was taking so long... but, she supposes it's cruel of her to expect when she's already going through so much.

"I haven't made many new friends for you to meet, really..." She admits, drumming her fingers on the table, before she remembers something and a blush returns to her cheeks. "W-well, except um... there's a new girl at school. We... well, I don't know if we're really friends yet, but we're studying for our project together!"

The blushing only seems to deepen as she talks, the red glow of her nose reflecting off the window to their side. "A-and... and, um... she's my date to the festival, actually... I think. Hopefully!"

Kanako's ear twitched at the mention of something going awry with Noelle's father, though the subject was changed just quickly enough that she would have thought it too rude to change it back. Attention turning fully to the familiar diner with the familiar faces (a fair few of which looking somewhat taken aback by what must have looked like a stranger to most) all strewn about.

"I think I do, but it wouldn't hurt to refresh myself." She admitted, making her way to a booth for the both of them to sit at while she swiped a menu from the front. Kanako's beaming face seeming to make the bunny woman across the counter light up in turn as she passed. Still, she looked at the menu with a hum, even if she was fairly sure of what she was going to get regardless.

"They really didn't change a thing, huh?" She quietly mused, before watching the waitress come by for orders for them both. "Oh, right, um.. I'll take the root beer float and loaded grilled cheese?"

It's met with a polite nod, along with a fine happy to see her again- as Kanako just smiles wider and looks to Noelle to continue their conversation once the other girl's order has been placed as well.

"Another thing I missed was everyone really knowing everyone. Our neighbors didn't even really like us over there, what with how close the houses were and how loud dad could get on his projects.." She continued, shrugging her shoulders. "Though, I did meet some really nice people, too. It just... took a lot of work, y'know? Maybe you can meet them someday! Y'know, it's always nice when your friends are all friends, too and all that."

[kitsukane]

IT  HAS  BEEN  A  LONG  .  .  .  many  years.  Ceroba  could  not  say  for  certain  just  how  long  she  has  carried  this  grief,  but  it  has  at  least  been  since  -  well,  before  Chujin's  passing,  when  Ceroba  knew  just  by  looking  at  him  that  he  was  not  going  to  last  much  longer.  That,  perhaps,  is  when  it  started,  or  even  earlier,  still,  as  she  grieved  the  girlhood  and  freedom  she  did  not  realize  she  missed,  locked  into  her  role  as  dutiful  wife  and  mother  as  she  was.  Not  that  she  minded  playing  housewife  -  she  did  love  her  family,  and  she  wanted  to  make  them  happy.  Throwing  away  her  youth  for  Chujin  was  not  exactly  "throwing  away  her  youth"  -  she  does  not  regret  it,  even  if  she  knows,  now,  that  she  is  happier  with  the  wind  in  her  fur  and  a  widespread  future  ahead  of  her.

The  Barrier  fell  three  days  ago.

Ceroba  has  so  much  life  left  to  live,  boss  monster  that  she  is.  There  is  a  small  farm  on  the  Surface,  old  and  abandoned,  and  she  is  helping  fix  it  with  the  man  she  has  learned  to  love  again.  Her  visits  to  the  Underground  are  frequent  but  quick,  and  she's  got  a  bag  slung  over  one  shoulder  as  she  rushes  out  the  front  door.  Or  at  least,  she  attempts  to  -  rather  quickly,  she  finds  there  is  someone  there,  and  Ceroba  is  already  kneeling  with  an  apologetic  oh  my  goodness  when  she  realizes  who  it  is.  Her  are  you  alright?  freezes  in  her  throat.

Kanako  is  sitting  there  on  the  ground  in  the  dirt,  blinking  up  at  her  with  golden  eyes  that  are  not  quite  her  own.  Ceroba  sees  Clover  in  her  dead  daughter's  face,  and  stands  there,  stunned  speechless.  Kanako  cannot  be  here.

Ceroba  watched  her  fall.

A  thousand  questions  fly  through  her  mind,  a  hundred  things  she  could  say,  a  dozen  ways  she  could  wake  herself  up  if  this  were  a  dream.  Her  mouth  opens  and  closes  soundlessly  for  a  moment.

Her  voice  chokes  its  way  out  of  her,  half  a  wheeze,  a  rattled,  hopeful  "Kanako.  .  .  ?"

@kitsukane wanted a starter? (you can joke but watch out!)

It was always going to be a risk, wasn't it? Coming back here, where all these memories seemed to be guiding her towards. Boots crunching against stone before the gentle creak of wooden steps beneath her. The fox really wasn't sure why she kept moving herself, but this place called to her in a way that she couldn't put her finger on.

It was familiar, after all, even if the memories seemed to fuzz over with another whenever she tried to remember specifics. But she knew that gate. She even knew to avoid that plank in particular because it always creaked the loudest (we always said we'd fix that.).

She was staring at the door, contemplating if she should even open it, when someone else did it before her in such a hurry that they collided before either could process the other. A little grunt as the young girl landed on her rump, reaching up to adjust the hat on her head out of her eyes. Large golden hue blinking up at the woman staring down at her with an expression she couldn't place...

Something was making her eyes sting, in a way that made her vision bleary and caused cheeks to start streaking with saltwater.

Did she know this woman . . . ?

Something made their SOUL race, pounding in their chest in a way that made them unsure if they were relieved or petrified. If they should run toward or away. So all the young fox could do was stare up at the other, as she was gazed upon in turn.

[monstcrmash]

The dirt lot they were approaching held individuals of recognizable species to the boss monster, to be sure- skeletons, fish monsters, ghosts, and other such things that certainly wouldn't be a surprise to find in the Underground. None of them, however, were individuals he'd be familiar with even in the slightest. All strangers.

All entirely new.

The sight of which not seeming to impress Mask Guy at all, him reacting more to to Asriel's sudden drop of his own mask at the sight of the lot, even if he doesn't seem to care to comment on it.

"Yep, the Bone Zone is right down that-away." He nods down the branching path, the very colorful lights of the club making it more than visible. "Nice place. Some friends of mine helped clear a Creepy from the establishment that was hassling the talent, recently."

Just as he wasn't paying any notice to the monsters nearby, neither were they paying even the slightest notice to either of them.

Flowey just stared at them with that same smile from when he finished asking the question. Not a singular inch of that visage moved as he processed all that information being presented to him. Mask Guy said it with such utter conviction that he can't help but believe it, even if he so clearly remembers all of those names from one piece of fictitious work or another that Alphys loved to subject him to decades ago. What was there he could even say to that, after all.

Thankfully, he didn't have too much time to really get it into his head how disparagingly idiotic all of that sounded when it wasn't your history. He supposed that his own history was pretty damn stupid if you thought about it, too. So, all of that meant that he was more than happy to simply ignore all of that as he heard music ahead of them.

"So, pal, I'm guessin' this is that club ya were talkin' about?" He asked as they approached, Asriel's ears swaying somewhat with his overly whimsical walk. Looking in the distance and, indeed, seeing more monster-esque visages.

Flowey could have told you the name of any Monster that had been in the Underground. Hell, he could've told you every little secret they had, too. So imagine his surprise when he couldn't recognize a singular silhouette as they got closer to their first destination.

"...huh." He murmured, picturesque smile of 'your best friend' drooping somewhat.

[monstcrmash]

Whether Flowey was doing a good job or not of hiding all his feelings in regards to nearly anything he said, Mask Guy didn't seem to notice at all either way. He was so clueless, you'd think he'd only come to self-awareness a few days ago... (because he did).

Not that the 'mask' exactly helped with his ability to emote.

Still, the boss monster's line of questioning that followed did seem to make him perk up a bit, as if his nonexistent brows had raised.

"Do you mean Lord Dracula's attempted war of succession against Hades? Dracula and his followers were sealed away when they were defeated..." A finger taps his chin, recalling his vague understanding of the events. "... but, they were sealed away inside his castle within Horrorvale City, not within any 'underground'."

The answer, which would have easily confirmed the misaligned histories even if those names didn't end up being familiar as fiction to Asriel, came just as they'd reached the point where the path was beginning to look more well-traveled by foot traffic.

There were distant sounds of music ahead of them, now.

At this point, Flowey was starting to feel like he was speaking an entirely different language than the other and more than a little of what he's saying was getting lost in translation. So much so, that in other occasions, he might have gotten fed up with this little song and dance the two were apparently playing. Yet, this was too vast of a new treasure trove of stimuli for the boss monster to want to risk cutting it short with an outburst.

At least he had more than a little experience playing nice, even if it had been more years than he can remember since that was his go-to routine...

"My mistake." He replied, back to such a sickeningly sweet tone it bordered on sing-song. The two walking on toward their destinations without any potential snapping from the Boss Monster.

Really, it didn't matter either way if his 'new pal' took his words the wrong way, now that the moment of anger had passed. If anything, Flowey was far more interested in the 'Undead' specification that he'd so clearly categorized under- as if that was supposed to be such a common thing that he shouldn't bat an eye to it.

So, Flowey didn't.

The most pressing matter was that of if he should defend himself. Sure, letting himself get killed wasn't on the agenda, but he'd hate to get carried away. It was so easy to just squeeze a little too tight and let it all get away from him... They'd simply have to cross that bridge if they ever got to it.

On that note, however...

"So, ya really don't know squat about the Underground, pal? Th' whole... War thing? Sealed away and all that? Was kinda a big deal not too long ago."

His suspicions were spiking, of course, but who would Flowey be if he didn't want to poke and prod before coming to any conclusions. All of this was so new, and he didn't even have to worry about things repeating here...

[monstcrmash]

They nod at the other's noncommittal answer, expecting as much. It's not as if most of his audience would have any idea who he is regardless, based on how sheltered he must have been living prior to not be familiar with any of the continents of the Underworld.

It was a problem for Editing Mask Guy later, anyway.

The other's questioning about the Creepies was of more importance, Flowey's wording receiving a sigh from the cameraman.

"A lot of people around here tend to treat them like they're monsters." He answered with a shrug, the slightest hint of discontent with that fact audible in his voice. "From what I've gathered, though? The Creepies are mostly just confused folks lashing out in fear."

Something about the way he was speaking made the topic sound oddly personal, and gave the sense the situation was close to home for him. In spite of that, though, he still stands by his warning.

"Either way, just keep your guard up. Their condition isn't any reason you shouldn't defend yourself- they're Undead, they'll be fine."

Flowey had almost expected the other to not understand his sarcasm, so all it resulted in was a roll of the eyes while the two began to move on. Really, the more they walked, the stranger this place felt.. being so made of magic as they were, it felt especially rich here. He didn't remember it being the case when he got through the Barrier so many years ago... Then again, times truly have changed, after all.

At the mention, however, at the potential anonymity of the boss monster, Flowey made a scrunched up face as he contemplated the choice. Really, he would consider it, but... only a select group even knew of him, and those that did wouldn't really be fooled by some blurring, would they?

"Eh, dealer's choice." He finally replied, red gaze sliding along the thick brush around them. He couldn't help but wonder...

"Say, ya mentioned it 'fore, but I didn't really parse. When ya say 'Creepy', what'd'ya mean? They Monsters or..?"

[monstcrmash]

"Probably." He answers Asriel's mockingly cutesy display, clearly not catching onto any intended sarcasm. "Just providing the heads up since you've been underground for so long. Lots of stuff has happened around here recently you may not be aware of."

Severe understatement of the current situation aside, he follows the boss monster down the path without question, gaze turning downward to the camera at the mention of the video.

"Oh, yes... we have." Mask Guy says, pausing the recording. "I'd almost forgotten about it, with how exciting the magic door was... I may come back there to snoop around for what I actually sighted earlier, but for now, I've gotten more than enough for Part 1."

The camera remained at the ready in his hands, however. Always a chance of catching something interesting out here, after all.

"By the way, I can blur out your face & censor your name when I start editing it down later, if you'd rather remain anonymous?"

Flowey could tell the other's look was incredulous at best, even with that mostly still mask on their face (he was starting to question that, though... shouldn't it have fallen off in their tumble?), paws on his hips as the other spoke about a 'Bone Zone' and the apparently more adult nature of the establishment. He'd argue that he's, undoubtedly, likely older than the owner, but that's such a slippery slope that it's never worth bringing up in the first place. One of the downsides of adopting his old body...

"Golly, do I look like I can't take care of myself?" He asked, paws on adorable cheeks as the answer was rather clear even to Flowey himself. Unless they were Humans, Flowey didn't have a thing to worry about, after all. "Trust me, your new best pal can take care of himself."

Still, now, the boss monster began westward. At worst, they'd get rebuffed at the entrance of this 'Bone Zone'- a name that still made him grimace thinking of- and have to make the much longer trek toward the city proper.

"Anyways, do we have enough for your silly video, anyways? I thought you were lookin' for some... grey child or somethin', too."

[monstcrmash]

The sudden interruption of Mask Guy's ramble about this area and others made him pause, white eyes blinking within their shadowed sockets at the boss monster... tilting his head a bit with an implied raise of their brow listening to him talk about 'Mt. Ebott' like it was a name they should know. They hadn't been awake a long time, of course, but they did feel they knew the area well enough.

Perhaps Flowey was a recently awakened undead, as well? One who'd kept too many memories from his previous life and was left confused because of it... it wasn't something completely unheard of.

The magical door to an unfamiliar underground seemed to serve of evidence against that theory, though... too little info to tell.

Either way, he nods at the other's suggestion of seeking some answers from nearby civilization, which was something Mask Guy could actually assist the other with finding...

"Well, from here..." He starts, taking a quick look about himself to remind him of the area before continuing. "We'd wanna go west down the path there... that'll take us past the Bone Zone, where there's definitely plenty of people, but they might not actually let you inside considering you look pretty young?" Not that he actually knew how old the goat was, but with a license, that wouldn't happen.

It's nonetheless civilization, though.

"Beyond that, there's Horrorvale City proper, which is probably more along the lines of what you're looking for... it's a significantly longer walk, though." Eyes dart about the woods surrounding them, as if making sure they were alone. "It should be safe, but there's been Creepies reported in the area, so. There's a little danger."

Flowey listened to the other speak, head slowly tilting further and further to one side with every single word spoken. It was one thing if this was a 'magical door' to the Surface, but another if this was some door to some.. fantastical bullshit. He was sure he'd heard the word 'Tartarus' in one of those annoyingly over-the-top fictitious works that certain people seemed to have a liking for. Just as their head was tilting so far it looked like it might start working it's way upside down, did the goat-like monster laugh and stand bolt upright.

"Li-i-isten, pal, I don't know any o' those places you're talking about." Granted, that could certainly be due in part to the Underground nature of his existence, but... "As far as I'm aware, you're spoutin' absolute malarkey. Th' only civilization near Mt. Ebott was a village- er, guess it'd be a city now, eh..?"

A pause, thinking it over as he sorted through memories in his head. Right, that village most certainly would've evolved into a city by now, wouldn't it? It had been a long time since he'd thought of that place...

"Either way, ya haven't said a singular thing that's made sense t' me since we got here, really. So hows about we just look for some sorta civilization t' get an answer one way or another."

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Mask Guy was, as per usual, not surprised at all by the door's position. He'd already made this discovery going in, and besides, he's similar magical doors, like the entrance to Layla's Lane. The passageway between was the strangest part, to him.

So, when urged to close it, he does so with hesitance; grabbing the hand and casually pushing it closed. Which, predictably, caused another brief instance of static, leaving the door once again hidden away as if it was never there. Mask Guy lifting his camera and giving a nod to confirm that, yes, it was still there.

Never could be too careful.

"You haven't? That is strange... this valley is one of the oldest & more historical places in Tartarus, from what I've learned." He explained, casually dropping another name into the conversation. "You don't think this door led to another continent, do you? I think that might make me a criminal now, if it's connected to Yomi...

... but if it's connected to Sheol or Niflheim, I'd be fine, I think." Not that he seemed particularly worried, regardless.

None of these names should have likely been at al familiar to the boss monster's ears, at best one of them might have been mentioned in very ahistorical content inside the dump... and yet, as more were mentioning in relation to each other, an odd sense of familiarity may take purchase in his mind. That, and a growing headache.

Finally, at least, they had gotten out of that hell hole that Mask Guy had put them into (seemingly unintentionally, at least) with his investigation. Flowey's curiosity was far from sated, however― if anything, the monster was even more baffled than he had been before discovering the door. Red eyes fighting through the bleariness to process the environment all around him... it certainly wasn't anything like he remembered the area, despite those memories being so painfully clear all these years later.

It may have been autumn, as far as Flowey was aware, but he wasn't sure how he had entirely avoided the knowledge of the moon in the sky grinning down at the world...

Just as he had opened his mouth to question all of this, his new 'pal' spoke up and made the boss monster jump just a hair as he hadn't expected Mask Guy to speak up first. Looking at the other speak the name of this location fondly.. that definitely wasn't the name he remembered for the area of the Surface above, either. What kind of shortcut was that damn thing...

"Well, that sure was a doozy." He said, approaching the tree the door was 'built' into and circling it curiously.

Sure enough, to his suspicions, there wasn't anything around that indicated a longer passageway. Of course there wasn't, this weird thing... As he came back around, the goat gave a small shrug as he gave up on trying to understand how this damn thing worked. Still, he reached as if to shut the door now.

"Better not leave this open, I don't want t' let th' cool air out."

Or in? It was frankly impossible to tell with that damn thing, but the less he had to interact with it, the better.

"So, 'Horrorvale', eh? Never saw that on any o' th' maps that ended up in the Dump. Ya sure took a shortcut t' beat all shortcuts, didn't'cha?"