The taste of gritty, salty sand is the first sensation to enter your mouth, the next was the pounding heat of the sun on your neck and head, and finally was the sputtering cough of expelling water from your lungs. You bring yourself to your knees as you sporadically wipe your tongue clean of the dirty sand.

You hear the sounds of water crashing, and you take a moment to feel the ground for broken shells and whatnot. You take this opportunity to dip your arms into the seawater to clean your shirt from sand and wipe your eyes.

Your eyes widen as you see the pearly white beach in front of you, after hours and hours of seeing nothing but blue green ocean water and seafoam, this was the equivalent of giving starving children three loafs of bread; hastily and hungrily, you scramble for the land. Your heart soars along with your breathing rate.

You waddle against the water, literally running from the ocean like it was a disease. You've never been so happy to see the sand, and that was your only concern. You were so concerned about getting out of the water, you didn't notice the seaweed strand.

You fall face first into mushy sand.

You stand back up and brush away the sand, maybe a minor set back.. but nonetheless you were ecstatic!

Until you hear rushing water behind you, you shoot around to find a dog-sized frog tip out of the water. You gush over the cute froglike creature, you didn't see many marine animals where you grew up in.

You pet the frog-creature without permission.

The frog-creature sprayed you like a hose from a firetruck. The force of the aqua sent you out of the water and headfirst into the beach's sand dazed. The frog-creature shouts in your direction in a language you don't understand but you presume as insults.

"Yeah, Watadpoles aren't really nice creatures, unlike their Froggit relatives," An enthusiastic voice calls out in front of you. "A lot of folks know not to touch the wildlife here. . . hmmm. . . I'm assuming you're new around here aren't-cha?"

You struggle to push your head up.

You manage to push your head up. A blue crab with eight legs hangs from your nose, pinching the bridge of your nose. It somehow doesn't hurt. The pinchers are more like nose plugs, interesting...

You look forwards and find a golden flower in a bottle of dirt... there's some fragments resembling wood and very old cloth. It might be a ship in a bottle, that's interesting... very interesting.

"Howdy!" The flower greeted, "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"

You rise to your knees, the sand feels hot against your exposed kneecaps. You curiously gaze at the flower, eyes sparkling in amazement. A flower, that can talk! You never seen that before in your life!

Then again, you don't see many things on Ebott Island.

"Gee! You really like to explore!" Flowey smiles, "I can see it in your eyes, and by golly, you're just like me! A wanderer!"

You nod, very much agreeing with the flower. You always wandered away from your orphanage home, give it a distaste for a confined space or dislike for your bunkmates, whatever reason you wanted to legitimize your need to sneak away to the ocean coasts.

You notice a dim red glow materilize in front of you.

"Oh golly!" Flowey's eyes widen, staring at your floating glowing heart. He was silently for a quick minute, his eyes look very... very... exhausted? You think he was thinking, something that you didn't know flowers could do. "Do you know anything about this?"

You shake your head.

"Do you know what Determination is?"

You nod your head and tell him its something like a feeling of willpower.

"Oh ho, you really are a..." Flowey hesitates for a second. "...newbie around here..."

Flowey looks down at his bottle captivity.

"I guess I should teach you some things, gee this is so exciting!" The flower chuckles weakly, but shivers with excitement. "I've been stuck in this bottle forever, and I can't escape from it... I've been trying for days."

You raise an eyebrow in sympathy, but his sudden tone shift slightly startled you. He went from a polite and eager flower to a somber and gritty... thing. You waited until Flowey corrected his mood.

"Ahem, sorry!" Flowey's petals seems to be sweating. "What I meant to say was, I'll teach you how this world works and you release me from this bottle, sounds like a deal?"

Seems reasonable.

"Great, now c'mon and pick me up!" Flowey hops closer to you, leaving circular prints in the hot sand. "First things first, you got a name?"

You told Flowey your name.

"Wow... that's a... interesting name!" Flowey replies, grinning friendly. "We're gonna be best friends forever! Hey, I bet when you get a ship and you become a Captain: I'll be your First Mate!"

You look at Flowey with a smile, the idea of being the Captain of a ship was always your dream. The ability to travel the world at a moments notice, the adventurous tales those old colonials tell about sailing the ocean blues and fighting off the dangers of the vast sea.

Although, it'll be too soon if you actually touch the ocean water after you're dead. Yeah, touching water doesn't seem appealing at all. That's why humans created ships, you guessed.

You pick up the bottle and await instructions from Flowey, who seems all too giddy about being freed from his bottle prison. You understand his pain, being trapped in one place for far too long tends to make you learn to resent it.

"Okay, here you are in the southern part of once a great civilization!" Flowey says, he uses his stems to turn his head all around. "It's been centuries since anyone's been on this island, it's been sorta deserted because of a drought and famine... The monster king and queen use to live here in the castle not too far from here!"

You take in this information, wondering where he's going with this.

"Ever since the drought, the majority of this island has been a sort-a... mix between a rain forest and a desert... there's no way to grow food with the forest or make civilization in the heat since the rainwater is saltwater" Flowey continued his speech, "... but legend has it: the monster queen resides in the center of the ruins! Maybe we can head there and solve your bodily problems!"

You realize just how dry and hot your mouth is.

"Mmm... gee... I can't even remember the path!" says Flowey alarmingly. "But maybe we can find it if we can locate a trail!"

You look around you, behind you is the ocean, in front of you is a … not so steep rocky cliff, and to both sides of you is an endless stretch of sand. You look to Flowey for help, and he looked up the cliff with a thinker's smile.

"Hmm... I remember that water eroded the coasts line flat," Flowey says, looking at the cliff. "Climb up that and we should be on our way to mainland!"

You look nervous.

"Hey now, don't worry," Flowey says, smiling at you. "Here, I'll help!"

Flowey breathes in heavily, growing stiff before straightening his stems. To your left appeared a spinning star with bluish particles radiating off of it. You mesmerize it for a big second before Flowey pipes up.

"That right there... is a save point," Flowey says, panting. "It'll take away any physical pain and give you Determination... well that's for humans anyways... it just helps give me strength... go ahead try it..."

"Just touch it."

You reach your hand and touched the star, a warm glow shot across your chest. You look up to the cliff, and the feeling of overcoming any obstacle no matter how high... it fills you with Determination.

You have an idea.

"Hey... the cliff is back there..." Flowey reminds you nervously as you walk towards the ocean once more, you waddle through the water and waves and retraced your steps to the seaweed bundle. You shoot your hand into the water and give the seaweed a tug out of the water and it comes right out of the sand.

"Hey... captin'… what are you planning...?" You run back to shore and approach the cliff. After rubbing the seaweed in sand, you tied each strand of the less slimy plants into knots... making a long makeshift rope. You tie one end to Flowey's bottle and the other end to your wrist.

"H-hey! Don't leave me here!" Flowey cries out when you place him down, you hold up a finger to Flowey and tell him it's part of a plan. You turn back to the cliff and grab hold of a sturdy rock.

You grab hold of the rocks and pull yourself up, finding cracks in the rocks to climb up. Flowey looks at the seaweed and makes a noise of acknowledgment, he completely understands now you think.

It strains your fingers, but you manage to scale the cliff. You have no trouble finding places to place your hand and feet, but you're finding trouble in keep your strength... you're inexperience in rock climbing. Tree-climbing is completely different, because there were vines. MT. Ebott only had one cliff and that was a volcano wall.

The thought of falling into a volcano doesn't appeal.

You wished for strength, and your glowing heart shines brighter. You're motivated to get moving, adrenaline pumps through your veins as you force yourself to scale the cliff. Very soon, you feel mildew on the grass gloss your fingers.

You shoot your foot upwards onto the wall and you kick yourself up, getting your upper body onto the land. You quickly grip on the grass as you ease your knees onto the grass too. You roll onto your back, five inches away from the cliff. You smile drolly, feeling accomplished.

You get back up. Carefully, you pulled the seaweed upwards until you find the worry on the white face of your new friend. Flowey is eager to get as far away from the cliff as possible.

"Golly! You sure are smart!" Flowey congratulates, you untie the seaweed from him and wrap the rest of the seaweed up your arm. You realize the condition of your prussian blue blouse and warm black trousers are very bad, torn and ripped, the entire left sleeve of your blouse is ripped off. Your shoes are even worse. Maybe a dip in the aybyss wasn't the best idea.

You pick up Flowey.

"Hmm... it's coming back to me now... Go forward into the forest and you should find a collapsed pillar!" Flowey says, eagerly waving his leaves along with the coast breeze. "Let's go Captain!"

You move forward, appreciative of the shade the trees provide. You notice the coast breeze moves the humidity away from the air, it's much cooler in this rainforest than you remember learning about.

"Gee, how did you learn to do that?" Flowey asks, you shrug. You never really had planned it, and you're asking yourself that same question. You hold Flowey's bottle as you press on into the lucious forest.

"Mmm... okay... into the tall grass!" You give Flowey a weird look, alarmingly you know the dangers of tall grass. "C'mon, I know it's safe! Don't you trust me?"

You nod and enter the grass.

"Now... go left."

You did.

"See that tree with moss? Go in the direction the moss is facing!"

You did so, which is right.

You come across a fallen pillar, there were some words that are scratched out. You look towards Flowey, awaiting further instructions. The flower is facing down, his back to you. He's chuckling, darkly. You call out his name softly before he cackles, the glass bottle explodes in your hands and you flinch away hastily.

"Ahh..." Flowey says as he digs his roots into the ground. "Sorry... you have no idea how long I was in that bottle! Good gravy can confinement drive you crazy!"

He freed himself.

"Golly!" Flowey says, grinning. "I have promise to keep, don't I Captain?"

You nod, still shaking from the surprise glass attack.

"Well, see that heart?" Flowey asks, you nod. "That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

"Your SOUL starts off weak, but it can grow strong if you collect lots of LV!" Flowey continues.

You ask him what does LV stand for.

"Why LOVE of course!" Flowey winks, "You want some LOVE don't you?"

You nod, the opportunity to make your SOUL stronger is an opportunity that you can't just pass up!

"Well, LOVE is spread through little white..." Flowey pauses, "Friendliness pellets!"

"Follow me, I'll take you to The Ruins and then I'll give you some LOVE!" Flowey says with vigor... different than the voice you heard in the bottle. You look at the soil, it's practically pitch black... rich with nutrients... rich with everything a plant needs to survive. Flowey digs into the ground and a bulge in the ground went off in a direction.

You follow it, you were a little scared by the sudden demeanor but if Flowey was really untrustworthy he would have attacked you now and then.

It's been a few minutes of walking, you feel like he's going in circles.

He must be doing this on purpose, you conclude...

Wait...

It smells like bacon.

You're stopped by a orange boar with blue tusks, charging you from the right. You're hit by the tusks, but the tusks simply faze through you. The boar itself did hit you and you were sent flying into a tree. You hit the tree roughly, dazed.

The boar's hoof scrapes against the ground as it waits for you to move. You sputter the bark out of your mouth and stand back up, leaping away from the tree.

Holding out your hands to try and pacify it. The boar isn't impressed and attempts to charge you again.

You phase right through the tusks, but the boar hits you again with a head butt. You're sent into the ground, getting the wind knocked out of you. You prompt yourself up to your elbows and scramble backwards, ready to flee before you see friendliness pellets surround the boar.

Now this will definitely pacify the wild boar!

The friendliness pellets dart in the boar's direction, the boar squeals in... panic? The pellets hit the boat... and the impact of the twelve pellets sounded like... twelve flintlock pistol shots simultaneously... The boar cries out before dissolving into dust.

Vaporized.

Flowey appears in front of the dust and scowls, "That'll teach you to mess with what's min..."

Flowey turns to you, raising a mocking eyebrow.

"What?"

You confront him about his lying, and the slaughter of the boar. All Flowey does is cackle, guffawing as if you just told him the best joke ever. Flowey grins... no... he smirks at you with his façade falling from his face.

"What? It's a monster eat monster world, you should know this Chara." Flowey says, his lower eyelids look a shade of purple. "Now come on, you're gonna die unless you get to her."

You refuse.

"...Interesting," Flowey says with a grin, blinking at you. "You know what's going on here, don't you?"

A bullet strikes your soul, you convulse as pain rattled throughout your body so deep, you can feel the shaking of your skull in it's scalp.

"Hee hee hee..." Flowey chuckles, "Yarr... you know what's happening now, you scurvy ridden idiot."

You stare at Flowey, disbelief that he would betray you still wracking your brain.

"In this world, it's plunder or be plundered!" Flowey hisses with venom, his left eye seemed to be fake as it falls out of his face. His left eye socket is black, perhaps just like his heart. "Why would any pirate worth their two arms give up the opportunity for a human soul?!"

Your hands and feet grow cold.

"Die," Flowey hackles with a high pitch laugh as the bullets spin around you and comes closer.

And closer it did come.

You wish for help.