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(I do not own any of the cartoons, Undertale or Flowerfell. They belong to their respectful owners. I only own this story, cover and OCs.) It ran in the family. The beautiful flowers that bloomed on their bodies was something that ran in the family much like brown hair did. While they might be different colors and types of flowers, they all had one thing in common no matter what kind of flower they were. They were poisonous. The enchanting flowers were toxic to the person, slowly killing them off as more and more flowers grew and bloomed. Over taking the body and killing off the owner of said body. If nothing else, Hope could find the irony in her name when the flowers started to come alive on her body. What the Honey's called the 'Flower Curse' was something that they always had. Stories passed down from over hundreds of years ago told of the curse their family had to live with. It didn't come to everyone, and no one knew why they grew or why they grew on who they did. In fact, it had skipped a few generations, making it a shock when they started once more on Hope. Only on Hope. No one else in the family had it - not that Hope wished this on anyone. There is no know cure, none had been able to find it. And while it wasn't contagious, it was tradition to isolate oneself to make it easier on everyone. But Hope couldn't just say nothing to her best friend. Too bad for Hope's ancestors, they never had a friend like Nicole Nemesis. Nicole would do anything for her family, especially for her sister in all but blood Hope. Watching Hope slowly die was slowly killing her too, to the point where she was willing to get on hand and knee and beg someone, anyone, to help them. Then Nicole got a idea after watching the news - one that might not even work, but she was running out of options and time. Who better to ask about curses then someone who has so many placed on his own head? Later that same day, The McDuck Mansion got a phone call that would change everything.
Oh Mary, Contrary
