Here's the second chapter! This chapter is about double the length of the prologue and roughly 1,000 words. I'll try to keep up with a weekly update unless something comes up. Special thanks to Valkyriestar of wing clan for the fav and follow!
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Undertalesansyo –Here's Flowey for you! Tell me how it is in the reviews, kay?
"Speaking"
"Frisk/you speaking"
As you walk through the shadowed doorway, you feel a presence from within. The room inside is pitch black, except for a single light shining down from the ceiling, illuminating a bright yellow flower, similar to how a spotlight works. The flower reminds you of a plant from the surface. Your mother loved gardening, and the flowers looked very familiar. You then remember that the flower was called a Gorse flower up above. As you walk closer you realize that it wasn't a Gorse flower like you thought. The petals are much brighter, thicker, and there w- IS THAT A FACE?! For a moment, you think you are seeing things that aren't there (I mean you did fall pretty far so a concussion was a possibility) but then it began speaking.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!" The enthusiastic flower began. At first, you were seriously freaked out, but you've always been a curious person. So, you listened to him. "Hmmm. . . You're new to the UNDERGROUND, arent'cha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do," The sentient flower said, winking happily after he finished speaking. At this point, you began to believe that he really was a nice . . . flower . . . monster-thing. You quickly nod, agreeing to his help. You gesture for him to continue speaking. "Ready? Here we go!"
Suddenly, you feel a strange weightlessness around your chest area and see a bright red heart in front of you. "See that heart?" Flowey asks. You nod, and see the heart beating to the same rhythm as before when you were dancing alone. "That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being," Flowey expains. "Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of DP," the flower says. Seeing the confused look on your face, he pauses so that you can ask your question.
"What does DP stand for?"
Flowey smiles and continues, "Why, Dancing Power, of course! You want some Dancing Power, don't you?" Excited at the thought of experiencing something new, you nod your head happily.
"Don't worry, I'll teach you how to get some. You see down here DP is shared by the bond between monsters. I know what you're going to ask, 'Oh Mr. Flowey, how do monsters share DP?'" You weren't actually going to ask that, but now that he brought it up, you couldn't help but wonder. "We monsters just love dancin', so much as to the point where we dance instead of fight. Now, I can't dance seeing as how I'm rooted to the ground and all. That doesn't mean I can't teach you." As he says the word 'You' he sends these white spots onto the ground. It looks very similar to a dance mat. "Do you have a style yet?" You shake your head no at the question. "Well that's okay, you look like . . . a ballet dancer! With that tutu and your whole 'no shoes' thing, I think it fits. To share DP, all ya hafta to is dance straight into the white spots!"
You start following the thrum of your heart but it leads you away from the white spots. "Hey, you missed the spots." You open your eyes and see that you did indeed. You walk back to Flowey and prepare to dance again. He sounded a bit exasperated and since he helped you this far, you didn't want to disappoint him. This time you hear the same music that you heard from the entrance to the hole, but much louder. It's a kind of Dubstep and you feel like bopping your head along to the beat. When you ignore your heart, it seems like you can hear different music. You decide to ask him a question.
"Hey Flowey? Where's that music coming from?"
It seems as if he is a bit annoyed when he answers, "That's my music. It's what you would call my 'Theme'."
"Can you hear it too?" He places on of his leaves on his forehead and sighs in esasperation. "Some monsters can, some just feel it, and others only hear faint traces of it. If you BOND with someone, you can hear a clear mix of both of your themes. Back to the lesson." You still have questions but since he seems done answering you decided to ask him after the lesson.
"This time, follow the white spik- I mean spots." When you start dancing, this time you ignore your heart and only follow Flowey's music. You keep your eyes open and purposefully step onto the spot with your bare foot. An intense stabbing pain starts where you stepped and flares all the way up to your outer thigh. Your step falters and you fall, landing on the cold dirt beneath you. "YOU IDIOT!" You look up to see Flowey staring at you with a terrifying smile, an almost insane looking stare. "In this world it's Dance or be Danced on! Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this?" Terrified, you look down to see the entire ground covered in white. "NOW . . . DIE!" The lights on the floor start flashing, signifying that they were about to deploy. You hear a maniacal laughter coming from Flowey. If you weren't paralyzed with fear you could try running, but you probably wouldn't make it. Not knowing what you could do, you close your eyes. You hear a faint 'Ow' that sounds like Flowey, but you ignore it thinking that it couldn't possibly matter if you were about to die.
Flowey's theme fades away, and a new song comes into play. It's soft and melodious, nothing like what Flowey sounded like. It's relaxing and sounds a bit like a song you'd expect in a ballroom. "What a terrible torturing such a poor innocent youth." Looking up, you see a woman in a purple gown with a swirling skirt, connected to her wrists. You keep looking up and finally see how she looks. She seems like a goat monster of some sort, but a very beautiful one. She has an elegant face with goat ears that reach her shoulders, being very reminiscent of short female hair. She's covered in white fur with two small horns on top for her head. When she speaks you can see two fangs coming out of her mouth.
While you were staring at her the woman must have thought you were afraid of her. She rushes to reassure you. Her voice is as soft as her music, and it makes you automatically relax. "Ah, do not be afraid my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS."
HUGE and special thanks to my Beta, Samthebutcher, for helping me to get this chapter out and for making sure it made sense. You rock!
Kudos if you get what the title of this chapter means!
