Comig to was hazy, like floating from the deep sea to the surface. The scenery came into focus. He was lying on his back, a looking up to a hole some miles above. A piercing light shone down, and he was blinded by it. Rolling over, he noticed he was lying in a bed of gold flowers. Dried blood covered them, and he remembered how he got here. He wasn't hurt, but the Eraser that attacked him probably bled out waiting on his comrades. He knew where he had struck. His knife was sticking up out of the ground some feet away.

'At least it didn't stick near my head, or we would have a cliche on our hands,' he joked.

He went to pull it out of the ground, and a rock came up, pierced on the end like a shish-kebob. He pulled the rock off, and checked to see if any blood was still on its crystalline surface. Finding none, he stood up and looked around. The light shone on him bright enough to show that the room was big, vertically speaking, but very lacking of floor space. A small tunnel lead off behind him. Taking it, he turned right at an elbow, and went through an ornate archway, leading to an identical room.

Since when did flowers have faces? It couldn't have been... No. That wouldn't make sense. A flower. With a face. No sense in being rude.

"Hi?"

"Howdy! I'm Flowey!"

"Charmed."

"You're new to the Underground, arentcha?"

"How'd you guess?"

The flower narrowed its (his?) eyes. "The only way you could have came from that direction was if you fell down, and if you fell down, you couldn't have been here before."

"Makes sense."

"In that case, you'll want a teacher to show you how things work around here, right?"

"Alright. Flowey, wasn't it?"

"That's right! Here we go!"

He waited... But nothing happened?