"Ugh…" she groaned, opening her eyes and sitting up. Looking around, she was greeted by a large, empty cave, with a small grave on the left side.
"Am I dead?..." Harley's voice sounded from beside her. He opened his eyes, realizing he was still alive, and shot up to his feet, looking confused.
"Uh, where the hell are we?" Harley asked, his echoing all throughout the cavern.
Frisk pointed up, and he followed her finger. High above them, they could see the faint moonlight shining through the hole they jumped through.
"Holy shit…" he muttered. "That is at the very least twenty stories high."
"We should be dead." Frisk agreed. "But we aren't, so let's take advantage of that."
"Sure, why not." He agreed. He held out his hand and helped her up. And, together, they cautiously walked out of the cave. Frisk took a quick glance at the gravestone, and could've sworn that she saw something shimmer and move. Frisk blinked, and it vanished, so she pushed it off as a figment of her imagination.
In the next room, they were greeted by an exact copy of the room they had just left, little circle of flowers and all. The only difference was that this one had a large flower sticking out of it. With a face. It smiled at them and seemed to beckon forward.
"Howdy!" It called out "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"
"This is not going to end well." Harley muttered as Frisk walked towards the sentient flower. With a sigh, he followed her.
Flowey observed them. "Hmmm… You guys are new to the Underground, I aren'tcha?"
Frisk nodded, as Harley watched silently.
"Golly, you must be so confused!"
"Well, kinda." Frisk admitted, as Harley still stood there and stared at Flowey, studying him.
"Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! And I guess little old me will have to do."
Suddenly, the world flashed. Everything turned retro, with only two things shining: Two red heart-shaped objects in front on Harley and Frisk.
"See those heart shaped objects?" Flowey asked, and Frisk nodded. "That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"
"Your soul starts out weak, but can grow strong if you collect lots of LV."
"What's LV?" Frisk asked
"Level?" Harley asked questioningly.
"No, sillies! LV stands for LOVE, of course! You want love, don't you?" Frisk shrugged and nodded.
"Don't worry! I'll share some with you!"
Suddenly, five white oval shaped objects appeared behind him, spinning at rapid speeds. "Down here." Flowey continued. "LOVE is shared through little white 'Friendliness Pellets.' Catch as many as you can!" The ovals shot towards Frisk, and she tentatively reached out a hand to catch one.
"Frisk!" Harley shouted, and he dashed in front of her, throwing out his arms. Two of the bullets ripped through his shoulders, flying past her head, and the rest must've hit his SOUL. He collapsed, bleeding.
"Harley!" Frisk screamed. She glared at Flowey, and recoiled in shock at what she saw The friendly smile on his face was gone and in its place was a vicious, evil smile, full of twisted glee.
"You idiot!" he laughed. "In this world, it's kill or be killed!"
A vine shot out, and slammed into Frisk's chest, knocking her back several feet.
"The smart one dies first!" Flowey snarled. Harley coughed up blood, and rose to his feet, raising his fists.
"Bring it, buddy." he challenged, spitting blood at him.
Flower chuckled. A huge ring of white ovals surrounded Harley. "Die!"
The bullets rocketed towards Harley, as a scream of horror tore out of Frisk's throat. However, a blast of fire shot through the air, circling around Harley and destroying the bullets. Another ball of flames then flew through the air and slammed into Flowey, knocking him into the distant cave wall.
"What a horrid creature." said a female voice. "Torturing such a poor, innocent youth."
And out of the darkness stepped a.. goat.
A/N Turns out Undertale's soundtrack is excellent for making new stories