"Ugh… Where am I?" wondered Frisk out loud. She looked up and around at her surroundings. She had fallen on a bed of flowers, in a dark and musty cave. There was some trash surrounding her, and it looked like it has been there for quite some time. Frisk decided to check if anything was broken or in good use. She tried to get up but fell down immediately onto a dead spot in the flower patch. "Ow! How long have I been sitting here?" Frisk winced. She looked at her hands to inspect if anything was scratched and noticed that Golden Flower buds where peeking from her sleeves. "What the heck?" Frisk wondered out loud. The sound of her voice in this creepy place calmed her down a little. She carefully got up and walked to the end of the hallway. The flowers seemed to have sprouted at the ends of her clothing, and it hurt a little. She continued into the next room and saw one very large golden flower, and it looked burnt and hurt. Frisk approached the flower carefully, not knowing what it was. The flower suddenly swung around as if it were to frightened for its life, and the sudden movement made Frisk topple backwards and fall on her butt. "O-Ow!" yelped Frisk. The flower seemed to ignore her yelp and inspected her. "What the heck happened to you?" The flower asked, as if in worry. Oh my god, a talking flower? Then again, I'm technically a flower now. Frisk snickered at her own joke. "W-What's so funny? The flower stammered. "In your condition the only thing you should be laughing about is when you think about getting out of here!" Frisk slumped back a little, the flower was starting to scare her. The flower straightened up and said, "S-Sorry I scared you, I'm also in the same state you're in. I'm… Uh… Flowey! Flowey the Flower. And you are..?" "I'm F-Frisk uh… The Human?" Frisk cringed at her own joke. Now is not the time for jokes, Frisk. She told herself. The flower seemed to catch on and responded, "Oh haha, very funny. But in this world, the only humor is when people die. Then they get the last laugh here. Now, as I was saying, or GOING to say, Welcome to the Underground. Or Hell, as you humans call it. Yeah. In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Lucky for you, I'm the only monster around here that does not believe in that. So let me explain our situation. I come here and wait every day to see if a human falls down here. You are the first human to come here in a VERY, VERY long time. Now the monsters here are blood thirsty, and WILL try to kill you and take your soul no matter the risk. Now, I'm not so sure about you, you seem very… Uh... DIFFERENT from the recent humans. I don't know if they will mistaken you for another monster." A sound of footsteps echoed into the cave, frightening both of them. "N-Now, I'm in no condition to be walking around and t-talking, so why don't you let me on your back? I'll guide you through the Ruins. And uh, let's avoid HER." "Who is her?" Frisk asked curiously. "Oh, she's- …" Flowey stopped and stared in front of them "What's wrong?" Frisk asked and followed his vision to the end of the hall. There stood Toriel, dressed in a red ragged dress and large black sacks under her eyes. She didn't seem to notice them, despite them being in her line of vision. "Maybe we can sneak past her…" Flower whispered to Frisk. "Wait, something is wrong. I can feel it in my soul. Frisk crept up to Toriel and stood in front of her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Hissed Flowey quietly to Frisk. "You going to get us killed!" Frisk didn't respond. She was too busy shaking in fear. Something had grabbed her from behind, and it was burning. It felt like… 'FIRE!" screeched Flowey and he jumped off Frisk's back and onto the floor. "FRISK! FRISK, SNAP OUT OF IT! YOU'RE ON FIRE!" Flowey screeched. But Frisk couldn't respond. She had looked into the eyes of Toriel, and they gave her memories. Memories, and horrible ones. Her eyes were like a portal, and it showed what happened. The war, Asriel, The king turning evil, destroying the hopes and dreams of all the people in the kingdom, Toriel leaving and turning insane due to the loneliness. "FRISK!, FRISK OH MY GOSH YOU'RE SKIN!" Flowey screeched in between nightmares. Frisk snapped out of the trance, and fell to her knees. The fire stung at her nerves, like she was being bitten by a thousand fire ants all at once. A horrible smell filled the air, like burnt steel. Frisk realized that the horrible smell was her burning. As she watched Flowey stare straight at her, she looked up and saw Toriel's face change expression. Toriel was smiling, and laughing. Toriel hand lashed out at Flowey and grabbed him by the stem. As she watched Toriel burn Flowey, Frisk started to get very loopy. Tired, almost. The pain was in the back of her head now. Maybe it will all go away if I just take a little nap… Frisk thought. She closed her eyes and everything went black.