James woke with a start, sitting up from the bed of flowers he was resting on. He put his hand to his chest and breathed deeply to try to calm himself.

I don't remember coming here, he thought to himself as he looked around his surroundings. He was laying in a patch of yellow flowers being lit by sunlight coming from an opening above him. The wall are too steep to climb, he observed, with too little grip points as well. He turned his body around to get a better look at the cavern behind him and he noticed a purple blur that was leaned up against the side of what looked to be a threshold in the otherwise featureless gray walls.

"Guess that's the way out of here, not like I have many options anyway," he said to himself, climbing up from the bed of flowers he was sat upon. He turned around and looked at where he was laying and noticed that he had left an imprint in the flowers. Turning back around, he looked at the purple blur and thought, maybe my glasses are in that bag. He walked off of the grass and onto the dirt that made up the floor of the cavern and over to the bag.

When he reached the bag, he squatted down next to it, and felt around for the top of the bag to open it. When he felt the opening, he pulled it apart, opening up the bag and revealing the goodies inside. Let's see here… two bottles of water, five granola bars, a flashlight, a journal and pen, and- ah, here we go! He pulled out a black, unmarked glasses case, opened it and pulled out a pair of brown, half rimmed glasses with red highlights on the arms, then put them on, smiling as the world came into focus.

He then reached back down and pulled the black drawstrings shut and put the bag on, adjusting it to rest more comfortably on his shoulders. He then turned and faced the large bleak, dark cave mouth in front of him. "Oh right," he said, joy deflating into a small bit of fear, "I'm gonna have to go in there, aren't I?" He looked around the cave again, hoping that maybe, just maybe, that there was another way out of there. He scanned the the walls around the room again, thinking that he may have missed something with his glasses off. But no, the walls looked just as bare, if not more bare, as they were with his glasses off. He gave an indignant sigh and turned back towards the dark crevice before him, preparing himself to step into the dark and unknown.

"Wait, my flashlight!" he exclaimed, taking his bag off of his back and opening it. He stuck his hand in and dug around for the object. He gave a quick "ah ha!" and pulled out a small, black, palm-sized flashlight with a beveled edge. He gave it a quick flip in his hand and nodded. He then closed his bag, pointed the torch into the dark threshold, and clicked the button on the end, bathing the entire corridor in a bright white-blue glow. Not so intimidating now, are ya? he thought to himself as he stepped into the now lit tunnel.

James proceeded down the tunnel, with the only sound being that of his own footsteps, echoing around him. The slate grey walls around him were just as smooth as the walls around the hole, if little more so since there was no way for the rain to erode the stone this far down. This made him wonder though, why are the walls so immaculate? It's almost as if they were carved out by someone... or something. He gulped slightly, getting an odd sense of deja vu for some odd reason. "It's just the atmosphere is all. Plus, that walls are even purple," he said to himself quietly, dismissing his sense of dread.

Eventually, after a short walk later, James entered a brightly lit chamber with a small patch of grass in the middle of it, lit by sunlight that streamed in from a small hole in the top of the cavern. He turned his flashlight off and put it in his pocket, deeming it unnecessary to waste the battery as there could be no way to get another. He scanned the room, seeing the same slate grey walls as everywhere else. However, the monotony was broken by a threshold flanked by purple, regal looking pillars. Heh, called it, he chuckled to himself. He started walking over to the archway, but he is stopped when he reaches the grass, as a fairly large yellow flower grew out of it suddenly. "Huh?" he sputtered out, wondering why a flower sprouted for no reason. He looked around quickly, but found nothing out of the ordinary. As such, he walked around the flower.

James nearly reached the other side of the room when a shrill, young boy's voice behind him shouted out, "Hey! Where are you going!" He spun on his heel, and looked around the room, trying to find where the boy was, however he saw no one. "Down here!" the voice shouted out again, prompting James to looked down and at the flower he had passed just mere moments ago. He noticed that the flower had a FACE now.

James jumped in surprise at the very odd appearance of the flower with a face on it. He then pointed his finger out and asked "was that you?"

The flower chuckled and flashed an innocent smile. "Of course, who else but little ol' me?" he said in a very joyful tone, bobbing his… head from side to side, "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"

"Umm, hi Flowey, I'm James," James said, giving a small wave. "Would you happen to know where we are, Flowey?"

"Of course I do!" he said, with a small twitch, "We're in the Underground, home of the MONSTERS!" This caused James to become on edge, and to look around the chamber in case any of these monsters came out of the walls, or something like that.

"Don't worry, they're not gonna come out of the walls," Flowey said sounding slightly irritated. Flowey cocked his head to one side, perturbed, "You're new here aren't you?" James nodded, after calming down again. This caused Flowey's smile to sprout even bigger, "someone ought to teach you how things work around here!" He then stopped for a moment, concentrating on something.

"Umm, are you alright?" James asked him.

The flower shook his head quickly and smiled once again, if a little strained. "I am fine," he said with a hint of malice, causing James to be taken aback. However, Flowey continued on as if nothing happened, "Down here, there are dangers around every corner, dangers which you weak to."

"How do I get stronger then?" James asked quickly, cutting Flowey off.

"I was getting to that," the flower responded sharply, "You get stronger by obtaining LV."

"What's that?" James asked, cutting him off again.

"Love, of course," Flowey answered, smile twitching.

"Love, what does that-" James tried to ask, but was cut off by Flowey.

"Screw it! I can't stand you anymore!" Flowey blurted out, losing his joyful demeanor and gaining a more aggressive one, "I was gonna fool you into killing yourself like the idiot you are, but you are just so irritating!" Flowey then surrounded James in a wall of little white pellets that look almost like seed pods rotating quickly.

"DIE!" he yelled out, laughing maniacally and closing in the pellets. James looked around his prison of death, trying to find a way to escape, but none showed themselves. Not a hole, not a gap. He then began to panic, looking desperately for the escape route which simply wasn't there. Well, RIP me, he thought to himself. Just as the pellets nearly finished closing in on him, they disappeared with a popping sound.

"What?" James asked in confusion. Flowey was just as confused as he was looking around. His eyes then grew wide as he stared past James, who went to turn around, only to have a ball of blue fire go past his head and hit Flowey directly in the face.

"AAAAHHH!" he screamed in a deep, distorted voice while shaking his head to try to put out the flames. However, he eventually called that quits and dove back into the ground from whence he came.

James gave a sigh, thankful that the Flower was gone, but then realized something, Who threw that fireball..? He turned on his heel very slowly towards the doorway behind him, afraid of what he would find behind him. As he turned a… thing comes into view, something that looked like tall goat on its hind legs with white fur and wearing a purple robe was standing behind him with a determined look in its crimson eyes. Similar fire to the kind that hit Flowey was still conjured in its hands, ready to be thrown at a moments notice to dissuade any attack that came its way.

James finished his full turn and cowered ever so slightly underneath the glare from the, what he presumed, monster. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor and innocent youth!" she, as suggested by the voice, scolded the place where the flower once was. Her gaze then landed on a slightly hunched over James, softening when she realized why he was cowering. "I am sorry you had to see that young one, but sometimes people must do things they do not wish to do to save others."

James' nerves calmed themselves slowly, as he hasn't been vaporized by the monster yet, and gained a more neutral stance, but his guard remained up. "Thanks for saving me, any later and I guess I would have been swiss cheese," he said, breathing out a breathe he didn't know he was holding, "umm, who are you?"

The goat lady's smile widened. "I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS, the place before you," Toriel said gesturing to the purple archway before the two, "I come past this place everyday to check if anyone has fallen down, and to water the flowers occasionally, which you fell on judging from the yellow petals on your sweater."

Upon saying this, James looked down himself to see that his purple hoodie and dark colored jeans were covered in a bunch of yellow petals. "I am so sorry, I just happened to-" he started, panicking slightly over damaging her flowers, but is interrupted by Toriel giggling with one of her large paws covering her face.

"It's alright, my child, you could not help it," she dismissed him with a wave, "they are probably alright, I watered them just yesterday after all."

"Oh, okay then I suppose," he said, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment, "I'm James, by the way."

"Hello James, may I ask that you please follow me into the Ruins? It is quite drafty out here," she asked, gesturing to the archway.

"Oh, umm, sure I suppose, lead the way!" And so the two went, into the Ruins and on the first step of the unaware James's journey.

Flowey looked on from the dark corridor on the other end of the room and seethed. However, his seething quickly turned into a malicious grin as a grand plan formulated in his flower brain... a plan to become…

God.

I promised I wouldn't let this just die like some of these other stories. I just take a long time to upload and to work on things. Please don't hate me. Also, please forgive me for any tense errors, I converted the entire thing from present tense to past tense on a whim before uploading.