And I thought I was proud of the previous page... QwQ”
This is exhausting to make, especially since it was my first time drawing Photoshop Flowey, but I think it came out incredible, particularly the shading~ :D
Not sure when the next page will come out. But in the meantime, hope you’re enjoying Eldritchfell so far! I know I’m enjoying making it!
Edit: The dialogue is legible type rather than my illegible handwriting now.
~Transcript Below~
Panel 1
This new room is dark, and the human’s silhouette is backlit as they gaze into it. Nevertheless, some things are visible in the darkness. Green vines with red thorns cover the walls and floor of the room. Along the back wall, out of sight of the human, is a massive behemoth of a vine, decorated with dozens of wickedly sharp thorns, and off of which a blanket of leaves hangs.
But the post easily noticed feature of the room, the feature which gains the human’s attention first, is a little golden flower, somehow growing in this near pitch-black room-- so dark that it is difficult to discern the walls and floor, if not for the vines.
The human obviously finds this to be curious and suspicious.
Panel 2
The human approaches the flower, peering at it with suspicion.
Human: A flower? How did it manage to grow down here in the dark? Unless…
Panel 3
The human crouches down near the flower, getting a closer look.
Human: Is it a monster?
The human, of course, knows the legends. Rumors tell of how during the War of Ruination, mythical creatures known as monsters were driven into Mt. Ebott, and sealed away by the Seven Sages named in mythology.
Of course they know the stories, those stories are why they descended into the mountain.
In their mind, the only feasible way that this flower could grow down here, lacking light, is that it is not a flower. And the only other thing it could possibly be is a monster, as they know a monster can come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, ranging from slimes to anthropomorphic animals to mythological creatures such as dragons.
They are not wrong. The flower is most certainly not a flower. It is a part of the creature which rears up behind them, the part which lures in unsuspecting prey, such as the human.
The human is wrong, however, in assuming that the creature is a monster. It is not known what exactly it is, but the monsters who live in the Underground have taken to calling its kind ‘Eldritch’.
It is a grotesque combination of flesh, plant matter, and technology. It is suspended from the ceiling by a massive, thick vine, bedecked in red thorns. For its size, however, it is apparently not enough to support the bulk of this abomination, as the creature also possesses equally thick vines which seem to act as arms, tipped with crimson claws at the ends. Connects to these vines is a television set, the light from the screen turned down low so as not to draw the human’s attention away from the innocent-looking flower. A smirking face graces the screen of the television. The television itself is perched upon a fleshy pink head. Directly underneath a pair of nostrils there is a massive maw, yellow teeth crammed haphazardly into its gums. Four leering eyes are fixed upon the human, sickly green irises and bloodshot sclera. Coils of machinery bore into the flesh and the eyes, connecting it all back to the television.
The Flower Beast stealthily approaches the unaware human.
