Author's Note: I'll mention right now that this story uses gender neutral pronouns when referring to Frisk. If you don't like this substitute the pronouns with the ones you prefer because Frisk will be referred to this way for the whole story. On a completely unrelated note I have no idea what the upload schedule for this will be, but I already have chapter three written and most of chapter four done. Chapter three will probably be up at some point two days from now.

Also, if you like the story feel free to drop a review! Even something short like "Neat," will make me smile.

-Midnathething

"I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower!" The golden flower paused, looking Frisk over before humming. "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?"

Frisk nodded weakly.

"Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here." The flower's smile seemed to grow. Frisk fought off a wave of distrust. "I guess little old me will have to do."

The flower locked eyes with Frisk for a moment, it's leafs shaking with... Excitement, maybe? "Ready? Here we go!"

There was a strange tugging sensation that made Frisk squirm uncomfortably before a glowing red heart appeared in front of the child. They must have, Frisk realized, done something to let their awe show because the flower beamed.

"See that heart? That is your Soul, the very culmination of your being!" Flowey began to bounce cheerfully to a beat Frisk couldn't hear, "Your Soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV."

The child's face scrunched in confusion. What was LV? Was it an acronym for something?

Flowey giggled. "What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?"

Frisk nodded again, tentatively this time. It made sense that love would be shortened to LV.

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" The flower winked, poking it's tongue out for a second before continuing, "Down here, LOVE is shared through... Little white... 'friendliness pellets.'" Five spinning white pellets began floating behind the plant, looking oddly ominous for something that had "friendliness" in the name.

Frisk felt another flash of distrust that they couldn't explain. Had Flowey's pauses caused the distrust? Frisk hoped not, the plant had already implied that it wasn't very good at explaining the ways on the underground to strangers. They didn't want to upset Flowey, not when he was being so helpful.

"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!" As the pellets began to slowly float towards them the child nodded.

The pellets began to pick up speed as they got closer and, for the second time that day, Frisk's magic seized control of their body, flinging it - along with their soul - out of the way. Frisk heard the sound of screaming before it had fully processed that they were the one screaming. Flushing with embarrassment at this realization they clapped their hands over their mouth, silencing the sound.

Flowey watched them closely, a curious glint in the plant's dark eyes. Once Frisk was certain they'd regained control of their vocal cords they awkwardly cleared their throat. "I'm sorry about that, I'm... Not sure what happened there."

They were lying, of course, but not because they wanted to. They were fully aware that it had been their magic, but they weren't sure if Flowey was. Frisk wanted to tell him, but they didn't know if he knew and they weren't about to break the Statute of Secrecy for the plant. Even if he was somehow alive, despite being a plant.

The flower bobbed thoughtfully, expression clouding and becoming unreadable. "That's alright, how about we try again? I might have an idea about what happened but we'll need to test it."

Frisk nodded, watching in fascination as five more pellets began to spin behind the plant. This time they gained speed more quickly, beginning to pick up speed before they'd even began to move. When the pellets began moving towards them their magic hurled their body out of the way again. Wincing, the child got to their feet again.

"Tell me, uh, human - What's your name? - Have you heard of magic?" Flowey looked slightly embarrassed when he realized that he didn't know Frisk's name.

There was a moment of panic where they floundered between telling Flowey the truth or lying again. After a pause which they'd filled by humming thoughtfully, pretending to consider the question, they decided on a half-truth. "I've heard of magic," They answered carefully, "But only in the context of card tricks or coin tricks, things like that." There was another pause. "Oh, and it's Frisk! My name, I mean."

Flowey's expression flickered to one of suspicion for a moment - did he know that they hadn't told the whole truth? - before shifting back to his usual cheerful expression. "Those? Those aren't magic, those are slights of hand, parlor tricks. But that doesn't mean magic isn't real, I think you've got some in fact!"

Frisk felt them-self freeze, expression shifting to one of confusion. "Really? How can you tell?" Did Flowey have magic himself? And if he did did it work differently than theirs? Probably, but wouldn't they have noticed if he'd used magic to see if they had any themselves? Unless he'd noticed when their magic had moved them out of the way of the pellets...

"Oh, that was easy!" Flowey answered, smile growing. "I just watched your Soul."

Frisk blinked, then frowned in confusion.

"You're wondering what that has to do with me figuring out you had magic, aren'tcha?" The plant asked, giggling. "Souls react to magic, so I thought yours might react when you used magic! Lucky guess, huh?"

"And I was using magic when I moved?" Frisk murmured before shaking their head. That was what Flowey had said.

The plant seemed just as exasperated with their question as they were. "Well, of course. Your magic reacted to a potential threat, in this case that was the bull- Friendliness pellets, and moved you."

Nodding, Frisk bit their lip. What had Flowey been about to say before he'd cut himself off? It sounded an awful lot like 'bullets'... The uncertainty and distrust that the child had been attempting to fight off were returning.

The plant seemed to notice their returning distrust too, because he opened his mouth to say something else. Whatever it was he was going to say was cut off by fire.

Frisk screamed.