The Dream Begins
Flowey ached all over. It seemed he had fallen down from a giant hole. . . into some strange place. He didn't like the look of it. It was dark so he couldn't photosynthesize for food. Which was a big problem, being he was a flower. Guess he'd have to make do. . . maybe Flowey wouldn't be down here long.
He looked down to see what had broken his fall, weirded out to find that humans actually grew underground. Someone had to be feeding them, so that meant more flowers must've lived down here. Maybe Flowey would survive, because the other flowers couldn't live here without sunlight either. They had to be getting it from somewhere.
Standing up, Flowey walked out of the room he was in, and straight to a talkinghuman. Now that was weird. Humans on the surface usually just sat in pots for decoration, demanding to be fed by opening their mouths and squinting their already closed eyes even more.
"Howdy!" The human said. "I'm Frisky! Frisky the Frisk!" Flowey gave the human a confused look. He didn't think even a talking human would have a name. "You must be so confused. Someone oughta teach you how things work around here." Flowey nodded. It would be nice to know the strings of this place.
The area around the two had become some sort of black grid, and Flowey noticed a red heart floating in front of his long stem. "That's your SOUL." Frisky said, their tongue sticking stupidly out of their mouth. "The very culmination of your being. If you gain LOVE it becomes stronger! You want some LOVE, right?" He nodded again. Some love would be nice actually.
Little pellet-shaped things began to surround Flowey's soul. "These are my human pellets," Frisky said. "They give off lots of LOVE. Go ahead and reach for them." Flowey reached out a petal to touch one and immediately felt all his worries slip away. He'd never felt so loved while writhing on the ground in pain. The human truly did care for him. . .
"In this world it's love or BE loved." Frisky chirped. "Now go on. Free everyone from the Underground. Make us all proud." Flowey stood up, tears in his eyes. Frisky was right, he had to free everyone down here. Soon everybody would be able to photosynthesize together in the sun. It's all he could ever ask for.
"Thank you, Frisky." Flowey smiled at the human. "Because of you. . . I've found a reason to live. I will photosynthesize on." He walked away proudly. . . hardly noticing getting burned alive by a large goat lady. Today was a wonderful day.