The hole was really deep. Frisk could tell that even before she started falling. Now, plummeting through stagnant air, she wished that she had thought to build a lean-to instead of putting of shelter. She wished that she had never decided to go camping in the first place. More than that, Frisk wished that she had never decided to scout that horrid mountain in the first place. Who knew what would happen to him now?
After a surprisingly short eternity, Frisk landed on something. Opening their eyes again, she saw sunflowers. Sunflowers! Of all the flowers to run into, it just had to be sunflowers! Why couldn't some nice trampoline have broken the fall, or for her to never have woken after that encounter. Feeling her throat swell, Frisk frantically looked for her Benadryl. It was bad enough that she was now who knows where, but to have to suffer from an allergic reaction at the same time? Praying that she could find some, she was sorely disappointed to find that she hadn't thought to bring any on her trip. Now she would have to deal with muteness on top of everything else that she encountered here. Wishing that she had some less obscure allergy, Frisk none the less scrambled off of the flowers. In a final hope, she prayed that she wouldn't have to interact with anyone down here. This dream as well was dashed when she heard a voice call out from behind her.
'Thanks a lot, God' she thought, irritated. Realizing what she had just thought, she quickly retracted the sentiment. 'No, really, thanks that I am still alive and that I know sign language for this exact reason. Please forgive my rudeness, as I apologize for it now' As soon as the feeling of dread lifted, Frisk huffed out in relief before chocking on some spit that had gotten clogged in her throat. Remembering what she had been taught, she positioned herself mouth open and head facing down. Holding her breath until her throat was clear again, Frisk began to take swallow breaths. When the voice spoke again, she was able to listen.
"Are you Ok buddy?" the voice called. Looking around, another sunflower was behind her. Oh no, now her problem could fallow her around. Still, being able to talk and move wasn't one of the things that sunflowers could do in this way on the surface, so Frisk could better understand what had happened to her.
This mountain, Mount Evrot, was well known among her kind. A long time ago, there had been a war between a few kingdoms. Everyone knew it. The winning side of the conflict had managed to trap the other's army and a majority of their citizens in the mountain somehow. Still, a few things were blurry in all accounts. No one was sure exactly how the enemy was trapped in this mountain. The king of the winning side had managed to corral the enemy to this mountain by strategically placed armies and a few well baited traps, but he never told anyone what he had done to keep them there. The only person who knew what was had happened there that Frisk knew of was the king and his advisors, but none of them had ever given an account to the peasantry. Not even the nobles, Frisk's descendants, were told what had happened, only that the monsters would never leave the mountain again.
No one was sure what had become of the enemy, only that no one was allowed to go on Mount Everet because of it. If this creature lived here, it was probably a remnant of the enemy of that time. If this creature was, there was no way that they would be able to understand the modern sign that Frisk had been taught in case she had a reaction. Still, some things about the enemy captured in that battle had preserved. It was whispered that they would gladly attack anyone who ventured near the mountain, and that was why the king had declared it forbidden. Wingdings, one of the languages that that kingdom had spoken, mostly for imperial commands, remained. Not everyone from that country had been stuck in that mountain. There were a few that had been captured beforehand, and they had been passed through the noble families until they died off. Still, Frisk's family knew Wingdings, and Frisk could use that to communicate. Still, there were quite a few "outdated" or "unavailable" words that she simply couldn't translate through it. Hoping for the best, Frisk used that semi-workable language to communicate. "I'm alright" she signed, looking strait at the flower creature. If they didn't understand Wingdings had an unfavorable reaction to her using the language, communication would be a complete trial and error of hoping that they could read her mind.
"Good. I'm Flowy" the creature responded, not missing a beat. Looks like Wingdings would work, then. "Flowy the Flower. Your new here, aren't you"
"Yes" was simple enough to send back.
"In that case, you need someone to show you around. I'll tell you all about how things work here in the Underground. Here LOVE is spread through friendliness pellets" the creature exclaimed. "This" it continued, doing something to make it temporarily leave her body "is your soul. Don't worry" Flowey continued, seeing her frightened expression, "Everyone can manifest their souls here. It won't hurt you. See that" it continued, pointing to a new label, "That's your EXP. If you get enough of it, you get more LOVE. Collect the friendliness pellets with the soul to get more love"
Frisk looked carefully. She doubted Flowey's intentions. No one on the surface could share such a thing directly to the soul. It was always shared indirectly through actions and gestures. The soul leaving her body wasn't as much a surprise as Flowey thought that is was. A few bloodlines, hers included, could make someone's soul manifest outside their body, but never without repercussions. It might make the person faint, or it could make them more obedient, but they were always physically weaker with it out. The only exception was spats. Up on the surface, in a conflict that got to rough, a human could go to someone from the bloodline and the two arguing people could get to the heart of things, and whoever had a stronger conviction would win. Making souls visible in that case made the loser more inclined to agree with the winner, no matter what the conflict was about and even after that matter had ben settled, so Frisk wasn't entirely at a loss about that. With that back round, Frisk dodged the things heading her way instead of trusting a stranger with contradictory information.
This decision proved to be a good one as Flowey's manner became more vicious. "What are you doing? You are supposed to run into the pellets. Run into the bullets- I mean friendliness pellets"
Now Frisk was certain that she had made a good choice. The slip up was more than enough evidence for her that Flowey was up to no good as far as she was concerned. When she dodged another attack, the ruse was up.
"Ha, saw through that, didn't you human. In this world, it's kill or be killed. Die" he exclaimed, aiming a whole volley of bullets at Frisk. She managed to dodge them thankfully, and them providence intervened. A fireball struck the flower, cutting of his next attempt at attack.
Thanking God that the fight with that crazy flower was over, Frisk turned to see exactly how he had delivered the fireball to her assailant. Another strange creature stood before her.
"What a horrible creature, attacking an innocent child. Come dear, my name is Toriel" She said. Frisk at least thought that it was a girl, even though woman would be more accurate. Still, Frisk had clearly lost whatever battle had happened between the two, and politely fallowed her.