Rated M for future mature content. You have been warned. I am a twisted writer who enjoys fucking up characters beyond repair and bringing them to their lowest of lows. So yeah, don't say I didn't warn you. It may seem all nice and happy in the intro, but lets all take a quiet moment to remember Magica Madoka and the shit storm that was brewing underneath all that magical girl facade. :- ) Okay. Now you may proceed.
Did it happen suddenly? Or was there a struggle? Frisk couldn't remember what had exactly landed him down at the bottom of this pit, but looking up, it was a long way up and darkness clung all around him. He rubbed his head for a moment, wondering why it didn't hurt, or for that matter, why nothing hurt! Swinging his arm around in a mock pitching motion and wiggling his toes, he made sure everything was still there and found nothing out of place, thank god. He muttered a quiet prayer of thanks to whatever divine force had made this possible and got to his feet with some uneasiness. Taking his eyes away from the light up above, his vision was cast into an unfamiliar blackness that easily stole the balance right out from under his feet. He caught himself from completely making like a pancake against the gravel, supporting himself with his now harshly irritated palms.
"Hey there, are you ok?" Frisk immediately looked around, startled by the sudden sound of a voice. "You just had a rather bad fall there, so I hope you're okay."
"W-Who said that?" If it only it wasn't so dark, Frisk would have been feeling pretty happy to hear a voice at this point in time.
"Oh no, I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry, sorry, I forget humans have poor eyesight." The voice was seemed nice enough as it apologized with evident worry. "Here, let me turn on the lights for you." And then it dawned on Frisk. Did that person just refer to him as a "human"?
As if Frisk had been on a stage all along, several spotlights switched on, lighting up the vicinity, but focusing most strangely upon a dainty yellow flower. Frisk got up to his feet, knocking the small pieces of rocks from his bleeding knees. It stung a little, but he didn't mind that. Instead, where was that guy who turned on the lights? "Thank you, I can see really well now!" He shouted into the cave. Frisk's voice bounced around the pits' walls, and suddenly he realized just how big this hole really was. No. This was too big to be a mere hole. This, was an underground cavern!
"I'm glad you can see now! That's great! Oh, but your knees look painful. Come here and let me see them." Frisk looked around bewildered.
"Uh, sure, but, where are you?" The voice snickered mischievously. "I'm right here, goofball. You've been looking at me this whole time, you know!"
"Huh?! But I- nu-uh!" He shouted with a little bit of anger seeping into his words. He didn't enjoy these kinds of jokes after all, especially not in this kind of predicament. "Look, I'm really worried, I'd like to get out of here, and I think I had a concussion or something when I fell down here. So, right now is not a good time for jokes!" The snickering increased, before it ceased and a small sigh escaped the man's mouth.
"I guess I can't really blame you for not noticing me. I guess the humans have really forgotten about us, huh?" A small movement caught Frisk's attention and he looked over the yellow flower with curiosity as one of the leaves was bending slowly, in towards the flower's face.
Wait a minute…."Y-you're a flower!"
"Um, rude. The names Flowey, not flower, and I'd appreciate it if you'd at least try and say it right."