"Deep in earth my love is lying 🥀 And I must weep alone."

[ectoherbology]

Who: Wendy, her ghostly sister, and you
Which: Open Log
Warnings: Wendy frequently mentions the macabre, themes of death, mourning and violence may come up


Where: Reverein
What: In town, a lone child wanders around and explores, donning a mourning veil. She's asking for help getting equipped for winter!


Quite unlike the world Wendy had been trapped in before, the presence of a town was something to immediately take advantage of. Cradling the silken red flower containing her sister's soul in her hands, Wendy was traveling between each building open to anyone, hoping to take advantage of what was here. On her back was a large sack woven from grass and reeds, though it was currently quite empty.

Her first bit of luck is getting a winter coat from a seamstress, one that's several sizes too large for her but nonetheless will help keep her warm. Blowing soft puffs of warm air on her fingers to ease the chill, she moved on, careful not to accidentally step into someone else's path.

Catching the fact that a stranger's gaze was upon her, she approached, staring with eyes slightly too eerie and hollow to truly belong to a kid. "Excuse me. Is there a method of currency here, or particular item for trade? I don't have anything, yet, but it's quite cold."


Where: Outskirts of Reverein, near the lake
What: Wendy and her ghostly sister Abigail are working on crafting a base outside of town for survival


To anyone familiar with the struggles of wilderness survival, the appearance of several things between Reverein and its lake made quite a bit of sense - baited rabbit traps woven out of long grass, trees chopped and saplings stripped, rocks disturbed and dug up from scavenging for the right size and shape for tools...

At the center of all of this activity is a massive firepit, circled with heavy stones to keep fire from spreading. It was currently lit, but low, at the moment only serving to slowly cook a few tiny fish that had been fished up from the lake. Sitting atop a stump nearby was the young Wendy, wearing a simple scarf even in the frigid chill of the outdoors. She's preoccupied with crafting something - but whoever approaches will first be 'greeted' by a frightful ghost popping up in front of their path and interceding them from approaching Wendy. There's a supernatural chill in the air, and a glowering, pinkish glow, but it subsides the moment Wendy simply says, "It's okay, Abigail."

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[ectoherbology]

Abigail floated small circles around Flowey, the distant whispering still coming from her. "Abigail says she is not a monster... but you are not so different than the other specters in the Constant, Abigail," Wendy hummed. Abigail's brows furrowed, and her whispering increased a bit frenetically. "...She objected to the idea."

[your_best_friend]

Flowey raises an eyebrow and makes a little o with his mouth in curiosity. "Not a monster, you say...?"

He takes a quick up and down look at Abigail. "...I've never seen a physical ghost before. All of the ones I know are made of magic. Well, unless they fuse with an object. And Abigail doesn't seem to have fused with one."

He abruptly takes a look at Wendy. "I'm not a monster, either. At least not anymore. Haven't been for thousands of years. This flower's all physical, and no, I wasn't a ghost, either. Just a normal Boss Monster."

[ectoherbology]

"Abigail is not fused, but she is bound to something," Wendy said, watching as her sister floated back to her side. As for Flowey... boss monster? She wasn't sure entirely what that entailed... perhaps something like MacTusk and how he led several ice hounds? But no, more to Wendy's curiosity... "Spirits manifest with magic, to your knowledge? How are the dead summoned?"

[your_best_friend]

"They aren't," Flowey begins. "Ghosts aren't dead. If they were, they'd dissolve into ash like every other monster."

Something is telling Flowey this isn't the type of ghost he's familiar with. "All monsters are made of magic."

He looks back over to Abigail. "So... what is Abigail made out of?"

[ectoherbology]

"I see... I believe you misunderstand what Abigail is," Wendy said somewhat apologetically. She wasn't sure what exactly Flowey was talking about, but things simply must play by different rules in the game of chess he's caught in. "Abigail is my twin sister. She met her untimely demise... she is her soul, and energies, and ectoplasm," Wendy explained. "That is what I have encountered in regards to ghosts. The souls of the dead."

[your_best_friend]

At this, Flowey summons a vine from the ground with intent to attempt to poke Abigail. Is the ghost able to be interacted with?

"Golly... Was she a human before? I've never met a human that turned into a ghost. Then again, I haven't met very many humans, discounting the civilians at Kansai."

[ectoherbology]

The vine went through, but there was some degree of substance to Abigail, and most certainly she was making the air frigid cold around her. Wendy seemed mostly unphased by the remark about not seeing humans before - she'd heard as much from Wurt before.

"Are you the only flower? Or are there other flower-folk like you?" Wendy asked, figuring it would only be polite to return the curiosity.

[your_best_friend]

Hmmm, interesting~! It's going to be very interesting figuring how exactly Abigail works.

"No, there's no one else like little old me. As far as I know, I'm the only monster-ash-covered flower that had enough determination injected in it. Not many back at home even know I exist."

Before he gets too into the explanations, he drives the conversation back to Abigail. "How did Abigail die and become a ghost? What was the exact process?"

[ectoherbology]

Hmm... Flowey was reminding her less of Webber and Wormwood and more of Wilson, with a question like that. She stared silently for a bit.

"...I sought her out after she died. I tried many, many different ways to speak to her... séances, meditation, and such. I began hearing a strange music in my dreams. I wanted to see her... I believe it was Abigail reaching out to me from the great beyond. When I awoke from one of those dreams, I was in The Constant, and Abigail was there, like this," she explained, gesturing to Abigail's current form.

[your_best_friend]

"Determination." Flowey grins. "I like that."

Though there's one thing he's heard twice that catches him.

"So what is this Constant place you're talking about? Little old me is curious."

[ectoherbology]

"A world manifested as a stage upon which those trapped are used as pawns in a game," Wendy explained flatly. She paused, in some thought... it still felt surreal to believe that she wasn't still there. "Those ensnared are pit against the world they find in a contest of survival. Should one die, the board is reset. A shadowy force we only know as 'Them' controls whomever sits on Their throne and we are pit against them in an eternal game of chess."