A/N: Second chapter, ready to go!

...But, wait- didn't I say that it would be every Saturday, not every random Tuesday when I'm bored?

Yeah. Yeah, I did. But, you see, I'm bad at committing myself to being patient, so I posted early. Just don't expect this to be a normal thing, because it won't be. I'd be in trouble, if I did that...

Bah. Anyways, I'm still updating story progress over on my blog pretty regularly, if you're interested in that. You can find me at my tumblr at .com. Right now I'm in the middle of Chapter Twelve, and hopefully by the time this Saturday rolls around, I'll have gotten to Chapter Thirteen.

...Oh, I haven't mentioned that I'm still posting on Saturday anyways? Well, I am. See you then!

-~o0o~-

You wake up. You lay back in the flowers, closing your eyes as you felt a petal brush against your cheek.

You take a moment to enjoy the sunlight.

She stayed there, breathing hard, thoughts rolling over themselves in a frenzy to make sense of strange places and tiny hands, sitting in the sun on a patch of yellow flowers.

It flashed through her head, suddenly: Am I dead...? She thought. Is this what happens, when you die...? You just- You just-

But you're not dead. You're here - alive.

Tiny hands pressed into her face, heel of her palms digging into her cheeks, palms covering her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut tight, ignoring the wetness soaking into her hands. She could hear it, some part of her, deep down, ranting at her. You're being unbelievable. It said. This is ridiculous. You're being ridiculous. Please, cry some more - see if it does something in this situation. Then what? What are you going to do? Hit the wall with your little baby fists again?

Please don't.

She shook her head, huffing shakily to herself. What the hell even was this?

Finally, she wiped at her eyes, trying to blot out the hitch in her breath and the new overflow of tears that immediately replaced the ones she wiped away. Her knees where sore. Even despite the loose soil, there where a few rocks digging into her legs and pressing hard against where she rested all her weight on her knees.

She pushed herself up, feet sinking deeper into the dirt. She stumbled slightly, still unused to the odd position of her body, feet tripping over themselves to get under her. She eventually caught herself, stopping for a moment as she stared ahead at the doorway. She hesitated a moment, before sighing. Well... I guess the only way from here is forward.

She carefully stepped forward, looking down to her feet as to not trip again, stepping through the doorway. She blinked, eyes lifting to trail down the straight hallway leading away from the room she'd found herself in, growing progressively dimmer as it moved away from the light. She could see light shining in from the other end, though - probably from another chamber.

She frowned, eyes taking in the walls and their straight, clean shape. If this was any normal cave, they should have been wavy, and more... naturalistic. Instead, this looked like it had been cut from the rock itself, though she didn't see any tool marks or nicks on the rocky walls to give it away, even with the uneven texture. She chocked it up to being unfamiliar with stonecutting, slowly making her way down the hall. The place was still distractingly giving her the heebie-jeebies, but she elected to ignore it.

She stopped as she came to the next doorway. The doorway - it wasn't just bare, no. It was supported by two pillars and a... watchamacallit. Whatever those decorative things where that got supported by pillars. Cornice?

She reached out, hesitantly touching the surface of the pillar closest to her, fingers trailing in the grooves. The pillar was flush with the wall - whatever it was made of, it was the exact same stone that made up the rest of the cave. She let her fingers trail against the gap, in the space where pillar met cave wall, trying to find a seam, only to feel nothing. Huh. She let her hand fall. That's some expert craftsmanship, right there. She looked up, checking the detail at the crown. They where... Corinthian? Doric? She couldn't remember what they where called, but the columns where distinct enough with the curling scroll-like toppers that their style was apparent.

She leans forward, glancing through the doorway. Nothing. Just a large, cavernous room, barely lit by the bare, sunlit glowing patch of ground in the very center of it all, right in front of her. She immediately looked around, and blinked in confusion as she looked over the dark expanse of the room.

She glances back and forth, taking a hesitant step into the room. She bunches her eyebrows together, straining to make out the other side of the room through the gloom, but the room seems too large for the small bit of light overhead to penetrate the darkness. She sighs in frustration, stepping up to the patch of light on the floor.

Careful...

Suddenly, something popped straight out of the ground. She screamed in fright, stumbling over her own feet in the dark to move away from the patch of light.

A flower had appeared out of the ground. A yellow flower - with a face. A widely smiling, cheery face. "Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!"

Her mouth dropped open. Holy shit.

"Hmm..." The flowers face screwed up, looking at her consideringly. "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?"

Her mouth clacked shut. She swallowed, mind spinning in on itself again as her eyes went uncomfortably wide. She didn't even have the presence of mind to answer, stepping blindly backward in the dark.

Luckily, Flowey didn't seem to care. The flower beamed up at her. "Golly, you must be so confused."

Why the fuck is there... why is Flowey here? Her brain spun, suddenly thinking back on the patch of bright yellow flowers she'd woken up on in the other room. She could literally feel herself grow faint with how fast the blood was draining from her face. Oh.

"Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

Oh Fuck.

"I guess little old me will have to do."

Finley felt dread creep up her back.

Don't trust him - he's bad.

Flowey smiled wide. "Ready? Here we go!"

Her body is suddenly surrounded by a white glow, making her jump. She looks around wildly before a sudden movement near her chest draws her attention back. The light is bulging out oddly, straining like it's pulling something, and out of nowhere pops out a little reddish heart with a faint white glow.

"See that heart?" Flowey is saying. She feels something in her chest drop, right along with her stomach. "That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being! Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow stronger if you gain a lot of L.V."

"W-what..." She choked out, hands shaking.

"What's L.V. stand for?" Flowey giggled slightly, still smiling brightly. "Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?"

Suddenly blinking into existence, right in front of her, was a spark of light, like a bright white firefly. She stared at it, uncomprehendingly, as it slowly meandered and danced, lopsided, through the air in front of her.

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

Oh Fuck.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... " She openly gaped at him, watching as his eyes darted to the side and grin strained oddly. "Little white... 'friendliness pellets' "

More sparks of light appeared, hovering in the air in front of her, between her and Flowey. She took another step back as they spun closer. "Are you ready?" He said, sounding excited. "Move around! Get as many as you can!"

Run. Just fucking RUN.

Wait, don't-

She takes a step back, then another. She turns, stumbling away from the sparks of light, going back towards the doorway she'd come in from and running through, soul still exposed in front of her chest, lighting the way.

She's barely halfway down the hall when he pops up again, sparks of light already appearing around him. He looks annoyed. "Hey, Buddy, I think you-"

She turned around and started running again, gasping for breath, almost tripping over herself with her little child feet. She didn't know where she was going - didn't care where she was going - as long as it was away from the flower and it's little 'friendliness pellets'.

She didn't even make it to the end of the hallway before he popped up in front of her, even closer. She skidded to a stop.

He stared up at her, warped smile and beady eyes staring up at her. "You know what's going on here, don't you?" It takes nothing from her for that same face to distort, a smile all teeth stretching out beyond the boundaries of his little, round face. It was horrifying. "You just wanted to see me suffer."

"N-no!"

Sparks of light suddenly dance into her vision all around her, handing in the air like a cloud of fireflies. Flowey smiles at her. "Die."

He's laughing, and laughing, and there's no where for her to run. She takes a step back, only for something to singe against her arm and make her spin around, flinching. She's completely surrounded.

She throws her arms up to cover her face.

She doesn't think to protect her soul.

Look out!

There's a sound like shattering glass, and pain - so much pain - and then blackness.

You wake up. You look up, staring straight up into the sun. You blink, narrowing your eyes, and it glitters like a diamond between your eyelashes.

So.

You're here. Again.

You sigh, pushing yourself to your feet. It was time to get going, anyways.

-~o0o~-

A/N: So that's that.

Didn't take Finley too long to get herself killed, did it? Yeah. Running wasn't the best plan...

Anyways, see you on Saturday!