"Mabel!"

Dipper called out, hoping his sister could hear him, but it was too late. His hyperactive sister was already halfway up the mountain they had been observing until a minute ago.

Dipper groaned, and turned to the rest of the gang.

"How does she do it? We just got out of the car, like, five seconds ago, and she's already halfway up! Did you have to tell her about the goat people, Grunkle Stan?"

"Kid, you try sitting next to her when she's drunk half a gallon of that dinosaur juice of hers. I'd say I was the king of France if it would stop her eternal "Are we there yets." Actually..."

The elder man was wearing a fancy black suit with a red bow under his almost nonexistent neck. The suit was buttoned so tightly that he might seem in tip-top shape to strangers, but Dipper knew that beneath the jacket was an enormous belly that just waited to erupt forth whenever Stan sat down. On top of his bespectacled face, was a shiny red fez, with an unusual symbol of some kind of hook. Stan reached into his pocket, and ruffled around, trying to find something.

"Ah yes," he said, and pulled out an old looking passport. "Alexandre Alexa. This baby helped me out a total of... one time in Paris. Totally fooled everyone in that bar to buy my crap. I'm glad I wasn't there when they sobered up again."

Dipper looked at the picture on his great uncle's fake passport. It was clearly Stan, wearing very obvious white makeup, with a barely visible moustache. Under the picture was some text looking like it had been hastily written in crayon. "King of France." Dipper was baffled anyone had actually been drunk enough to fall for it.

Seeing his nephew wasn't impressed, Stan turned to his trusty handyman and showed him his fake passport.

"Whaddya have to say to THIS, Soos?" He said, displaying his picture proudly.

"Wow Mr. Pines." Soos saw the picture, with a look of wonder on his meaty face. He was wearing his usual getup, a plus size green t-shirt with a giant question mark that looked like it had been splattered across it in cheap black paint, some gray khaki shorts, and on top of his rat-like face, a battered old cap. "I had no idea you were a performer at the circus!"

Stan's proud smile was replaced by an angry snarl.

"Whatever. I wouldn't expect you two to understand. Why are we here again, anyway?" He said, eager to change the topic from his embarrassing fake ID.

"We're here," Sounded a deep voice, just getting out of the car they had driven to the location in. "Because the rumors of the supernatural are beyond plenty in this place. In ancient books, legends of monsters, living near Mt. Ebott, for centuries!"

The owner of the voice got fully out of the car labelled "STNLYMBL" on the plate. He wore a long floating trenchcoat, dirty and ripped in places from alot of use. under the trenchcoat, he wore a thick red sweater, even though it was in the middle of summer. He had short, gray hair, glasses like his brother Stan, and was holding a book with his hand. There was a symbol on the book, a six fingered hand with the number "3" on it. He, also had six fingers on each hand.

He coughed to clear his throat, and began to read aloud from a passage in the book.

"Long ago, two races ruled over earth: Humans, and Monsters."

"Psh." Stan said, rolling his eyes. His brother, called Ford, read on, undisturbed.

"One day, war broke out between the two races."

"Probably the monsters eating our babies or something."

"After a long battle, the humans were victorious."

"YES! GO HUMANS!" Stan began to flap his arms up and down and repeated his phrase like a war cry. Soos happily joined in, not really knowing what was going on. Ford read on.

"They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell."

"Ha, serves those dirty monsters right. GO HUMANS!"

Ford looked over at his hollering brother and his fanatic handyman, in dignified silence. Dipper, as always, was exited by the readings of his other great uncle.

"Do you really think there were monsters here once, great uncle Ford?"

Ford's sour expression melted away when he saw his grandson, eager to get started monster hunting.

"I do, Dipper. If you follow the leads, there have been many pieces of evidence. Children have gone missing from this area over the years, and many other odd things have been happening, like strange noises and weird lights at night. I am almost certain we'll find fascinating things here to document."

Dipper could practically see the lights in Ford's eyes, he could tell how excited he was. Dipper couldn't wait to help him in his work.

"Hey kid!"

Dipper was thrown back into reality by Stan's yelling.

"You gonna help us set up camp, or are you gonna stand there and be a complete nerd?"

Dipper looked over, and saw to his horror the amount of stuff Stan had brought. Tents, grills, fold up chairs, practically the whole shack. And he knew who was going to help unpack.

Dipper glanced up at the mountain, and saw that his sister Mabel was nearly at the top.

"Hey, I better go get Mabel down, before she passes out from too much sugar."

It was a good excuse, as that actually did happen more often than you'd think.

Dipper began running, pretending he didn't hear his Grunkle Stan's curses that he was running away from work. Ford yelled a half-hearted "be careful!" while he kept studying his journal.

It was a tough and hard journey up on the mountain. It was steep, the ground was loose, and the sun was baking down on Dipper, reducing him to a sweaty mess. He took off his white and blue cap, with his signature blue pine tree, and began fanning himself with it. He was wearing his usual gray shorts and an orange t-shirt with a blue vest. He put on the cap again, and wiped the sweat from his brow, which momentarily revealed his unique birthmark, where he had gotten his nickname from, in the shape of The Big Dipper.

After a long, and unforgiving trip up the mountain, he finally reached the top. He looked down at his family, who all looked very small from up here. Stan was yelling at Soos, who were attempting to set up Stan's portable jacuzzi. Soos desperately worked, hoping to please his employer. Dipper felt a twinge of guilt leaving him to all that work. Ford was just sitting in a fold up chair, reading his journal, with a very indifferent look on his face to all the chaos.

Dipper remembered his mission at hand again, when he saw the sun was beginning to set. He looked around the mountain top, trying to spot his sister.

"Mabel!" He yelled out.

"Down here!" A gleeful voice sounded, from a crater in the top. Dipper looked down, and saw his sister waving up at him.

She too, was wearing a sweater despite the searing summer heat, unlike Ford however, hers was littered with bright colours, stars, lights, glitters and sparkles. She had a pink skirt, and a purple hairband. Some people complained that her bright colours, doubled with her shouty personality made her hard to be around. She had braces, which gave her a very slight lisp when she spoke.

"Bro-bro, get down here, I think I found some fire ants!" She clapped excitedly.

"I am gonna avoid that if I can. Get up here, it's getting dark!"

"Catch me if you can!" Mabel began running away from her brother, laughing maniacally.

Dipper sighed, and glided down in the crater to fetch his sister. Mabel was running around in a big circle, around a menacing looking hole in the middle of the crater.

"Mabel, look out!" Dipper pointed at the hole.

"Relax broski!" Mabel said, stopping her running to look at the hole. "I have everything under control. You don't really think I'd be so stupid to fall down there, do you?"

Dipper did not answer, but merely raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh come on, that's not fair, I was like, nine when we fell down in the Bottomless Pit, and that turned out fine!"

"Ok, one, that was a few weeks ago, two, I don't think other holes have the magical ability to teleport us back up again!"

"Psh, how would... you... know...?"

Mabel suddenly got a dazed look on her face.

"Dipper... do you hear that?"

"Hear what? I swear, if this is the tickle monster again..."

"No no, listen." Mabel turned her gaze to the hole in the ground again. "Can't you hear? There's someone whispering down there!"

"Mabel, that's impossible."

But Mabel ignored her brother, and walked closer towards the edge.

"Mabel, don't go any closer. It looks like it goes down deep."

Mabel didn't respond, but instead walked closer to the pit.

"Don't you hear that?"

In truth, Dipper had begun to hear faint whispering from the whole but he needed to get his sister away.

"Mabel, let's get Ford, he'll know what to do."

"I think they're crying for help..." Mabel walked closer. She was now right on the edge.

"Mabel, get back here!" Dipper ran forwards to get her, but in his haste didn't see a branch sticking up from the dirt and tripped. He fell over, desperately grabbing after something, anything, and locked his hands around his sister's arm. Mabel yelped in surprise, and fell over herself, and they both screamed as they tumbled down the pit, into the darkness.

Dipper woke up, and felt his soft bed. Man, he could lay here forever, it was soft beyond all belief, and it smelled like heaven. He smiled, and knew he was safe. It was so comfortable lying here, he rolled over to his side and grabbed some flowers to put them over himself.

Wait.

Flowers?

Dippers eyes opened, and saw he was lying in hundreds, nay, thousands of golden flowers. They were all around him in a circle, extremely soft, and almost unnatural in their beauty. There was not a single flaw in any of them, no insects, no nothing. Dipper looked around, and saw his sister lying beside him, arms sprayed out, also surrounded by the yellow plants.

Dipper crawled over to her, checking to see if she was ok. She was breathing softly, indicating that she was still asleep. Dipper shook her a little, trying to wake her up.

"Mabel. Psst! Mabel, hey, wake up!"

"Ughhh..." Mabel took a handful of flowers and laid them on top of her head, trying to block the voice trying to wake her from her sweet slumber. Then she, like Dipper, realized what she was lying in, and got up as if she was stung.

"Dipper, did I fill my bed with poison ivy?! Again!?"

"No, it's just flowers. But I have no idea where we are. How did we get here?"

They looked confused at eachother, then began to observe their surroundings. It was some sort of cave, the only light source being from the golden flowers that seemed to glow faintly. Dipper knew that flowers didn't glow, so he looked up to see the real light source, shining down on their flowery bed. He had to crane his head all the way up, to see a tiny hole up in the ceiling, too far to climb up. His memories of the mountain returned.

"The pit! Mabel, we must have fallen down the hole in the mountain!"

"What?!" Mabel pushed her brother out of the way, so that she could look up herself.

"Dipper... that's too far for anyone to fall... How did we survive?"

Dipper looked down on the flowers, that oddly enough looked completely untouched, despite them having laid down in them.

"It must have been the flowers... Somehow... they broke our fall." Mabel and her brother looked at them in awe. Then began a whispering noise.

"It's the sound from the mountain!" Mabel exclaimed, and looked at Dipper.

Dipper turned to locate the source of the noise.

"It sounds like it's coming from... In there..."

Dipper pointed towards an opening in the room, two halfbroken pillars on either side. The whispering sounded like it came from the darkness in there...

"Maybe it's someone who can help us get back up?" Mabel tried acting positive, but Dipper could sense the fear and doubt in her voice. Dipper had to be brave and take charge now.

"No matter what it is, we can't just stay here forever. Come on."

And with that, the twins walked through the opening, and into the darkness.

They walked blind for a couple of minutes. The room was completely black, no light what so ever. And was it just their imagination, or was someone, or something, in the room with them? Dipper swore he could hear faint breathing.

"You ok?" Asked Mabel, and Dipper could hear her voice tremble. Did she hear... whatever it was in the room with them?

"Yeah, I'm alri-"

"Howdy!"

Dipper let out a highpitched scream, and fell over, dragging his sister down with him. They landed head first on the ground. They looked up to the source of the voice that had just spoken.

They saw a flower. A lone, green stalk, followed by a yellow head with golden petals. It seemed to be the same kind as the flowers out by the hole, that had softened their fall. It glowed softly, so they could finally see eachother.

Dipper helped his sister up, and they looked around.

"Who do you reckon spoke?" Dipper asked, confused.

"I'm Flowey!" Dipper let out another high pitched scream, when he heard the voice again. Mabel was a bit more collected, and realized that it was the flower who was speaking. She looked closer, and saw it had a face and everything, smiling brightly up at them. She instantly trusted the flower.

"Oh no, I didn't scare you, did I? My apologies, it has been so long since I saw anyone else down here!"

"The flower... is talking!" Dipper said, looking anxious. "The flower... IS TALKING."

Said flower raised an eyebrow.

"Well aren't you the observant type?" It said, and both the flower and Mabel giggled.

Dipper blushed. He knew that he should be used to see weird things like this, heck, Gravity Falls had stuff like this doubled by ten. He was also embarrased that he was being talked down to by a flower, with such a sugary voice. It seemed Mabel and the plant had finally stopped laughing.

"Did you say your name was Flowey?" Mabel asked excitedly. This flower looked so cute, and she always loved getting new friends.

"Yep, that's me. Flowey the Flower!" Flowey said, giggling. "You guys are new to the Underground, ain't cha?"

"Uhm, yes, can you help us get out of here? We fell down a hole." Dipper said.

"Sure thing! But first, I need to teach you guys how things work around here. Ready?"

"For what?" Dipper asked, nervously. Then, suddenly the whole world turned black and white. Dipper looked at flower who no longer shined green and yellow, but instead just a pale white. Dipper heard his sister exclaim, and looked over, and saw that her entire body, clothes and all had turned a deep shade of red.

"No, what happened to the colours?!" Mabel cried, saddened that her sweater had stopped being the explosion of colours it used to be.

Dipper looked down, and saw that his body and clothes as well, had turned deep red. He looked over at the chalk coloured Flowey.

"Alright what just happened? Why are you white, and we red?"

"All in good time, Dipper." Flowey said, cheerfully. "See, the red colour in you, is the colour of your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

"Ooooh, my soul is red? Must be all the love I have!" Mabel said, having overcome the initial trauma of losing her colours, and learning to love the new situation.

"Well, not exactly..." Flowey said, smiling knowingly. "You see, you're both quite weak at the moment, but you can grow stronger by gaining LV! Do you know what LV stands for?"

"Level?" Dipper said, hoping his knowledge of video games would finally be of use.

"No, silly!" Flowey said. "LV stands for LOVE, of course.

"Yeah, of course it does, Dipper!" Mabel snickered, playfully nudging her brother, who groaned audibly.

"You guys want some LOVE, don't cha?" Flowey said, still smiling brightly.

"Yes! Yes, oh please, magical flower, grant us some love!" Mabel was jumping up and down excitedly, her body making glowing red streaks in the blackness that surrounded them. Dipper shrugged "Yeah, sure."

"That's the spirit! Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" Flowey said, and winked.

Little white seeds flowed from Flowey's petals, floating above him in the air. They were spinning on the spot, as if they were awaiting orders from the flower.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white... Friendliness Pellets!" Flowey said, hesitating a little, though the twins didn't seem to notice. "In a moment I'll release them, and you two have to move around, try and get as many as you can. Ready?"

Mabel had her arms spread out, and her eyes displayed a focused, determined look to get ALL the pellets. She nodded seriously, her eyes unblinkingly staring at the seeds.

Dipper had a much more bored expression, having zoned out a bit from all the talk of love and friendship. Nevertheless, he was prepared to get one or two of them, and see what would happen.

Flowey smiled wider.

"Now! Go get them!" He yelled, and the seeds began spinning towards the two kids. Mabel bursted forward, and immediately caught three. She let out a grunt, and fell over. Dipper turned his head, suddenly worried about his unmoving sister.

"Mabel?"

But before he could react, one of the Friendliness Pellets flew right into him, and caught him off guard.

Searing pain spread all across Dipper's body, like a hundred knives being inserted simultaneously into him. He fell over, just like his sister, clutching his stomach where the pellet had hit him.

"You idiots."

Dipper looked up at the flower he had thought was on their side, and saw Floweys otherwise innocent face, twisted into an unnaturally wide smile. The friendly jolly energy had completely left him, and instead were only pure malice. Flowey threw his head backed, and laughed.

"In this world, it's KILL, or BE KILLED. Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this?"

Seeds materialised all around them, forming an unbreakable circle. The circle inched towards Dipper and Mabel, slowly but surely, and would hit them very soon. Dipper could feel he couldn't take another hit. His vision were blurred, and the pain was still all too apparant. He looked over to his sister, who still hadn't moved since she got hit. With tremendous effort, Dipper started crawling to her. Atleast they could perish together.

"Die!"

Flowey was laughing hysterically as the seeds flew towards them. There was no hope, the pellets were completely unblockable. Dipper closed his eyes, and awaited the inevitable.

Then, the pain disappeared, just as suddenly as it had come. Dipper opened his eyes, expecting the ring of pellets to still be there, but they had all disappeared. Mabel had begun getting back on her feet, and Dipper sighed in relief. They both looked over at Flowey, whose face no longer displayed murderous glee, but instead annoyed confusion. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could make a sound, a white ball in flames flew towards him in the air, hitting him directly. With a sound like a squeaky toy, Flowey blasted off into the darkness, disappearing from sight. Then a feminine voice was heard.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such poor, innocent youths."

Mabel and Dipper looked to the source of the voice, and saw a woman, covered in fur, walking towards them. A flame was lit, floating a few centimetres above her raised hand. She had long, flappy ears, and a long dress with a symbol consisting of a little ball with wings, flying above three triangles. Her head displayed a kind smile, with a few pointy teeth exposed. She had two tiny horns protuding from her forehead. Mabel leaned her head close to Dipper, and whispered entranced:

"Goat woman!"

The goat woman smiled brighter, and unlike Flowey's mean eyes, hers displayed only the most sincere kindness.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my children. I am Toriel, Caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through here everyday, to see if anyone has fallen down."

"Wow, thanks alot, Mrs. Toriel. I'm Mabel, and this is my brother, Dipper!" Mabel said, extending her arm towards the woman. They exchanged greetings.

"You two are the first humans to have come down here in a long time." Toriel said, a hint of sadness in her soft voice. Dipper raised an eyebrow.

"Others have fallen down here? What happened to them? Where are we?"

"Do not worry, my child. All will be explained. Follow me, I will guide you through the catacombs.

Then, all the colour returned to the world. The glowing red dissapeared from the twins, and were replaced by their usual colours. They saw now that Toriel's fur was snow white, and her dress were a light shade of purple. It was still pitch black in the room, but thanks to Toriel and her ball of fire, a little area was lit up. There was no sign of the flower they had been attacked by earlier.

Dipper and Mabel started following the woman. Mabel once again whispered to her brother.

"She seems really nice!"

Dipper was more skeptical.

"We thought the same about that flower, and he tried to kill us!"

"Toriel is not like him. Trust me, I can feel it!"

Dipper was not so easily convinced. From now on, he wouldn't trust anything in this world, before he was absolutely sure.