It happened so fast she almost didn't know why the sun had unexpectedly disappeared.

One minute, Frisk was climbing up the mountain, wishing that she had brought a bottle of water along with the camera. Then, without notice, she was falling, and the light above was shrinking, and the wind was whipping across her body, and-

Frisk lands with a thump. All the breath leaves her body in a small whoosh, and she rolls over, coughing. Her hands instinctively clench, and she feels something soft. Opening her eyes, she comes face to face with a batch of glittering yellow flowers. Frisk blinks and glances around. She had landed on a bed of those yellow flowers, and they had cushioned her fall somewhat. Frisk looks back at the blooms in front of her. She admires them for a second, and that's when she begins to sneeze uncontrollably.

Eyes watering, she manages to get up into a sitting position, where she continues to sneeze. She lifts a hand up to try and stifle the noises, and notices a fine dust covering her hand. At first Frisk thought it was pollen. She raises her hand to her face, squinting at the...sparkly, pink, glitter?

Frisk lets out a small groan of disgust. She wipes her hand on her jeans and looks down at the flowers. They were covered in glitter, which is why they looked like they were sparkling. She stands up, and glitter drifts down from her in tiny pink clouds. Frisk staggers away from the flowers, brushing the annoying sparkles from her clothes and bag. When the task was completed, Frisk hefts the bag over her shoulder, giving one last glance at the flowers. She turns around and sees a hallway that disappeared into the gloom of the mountain. Looking up, she sees a small pinprick of light.

Welp, there goes my only way out.

With nowhere else to go, she walks into the dim hallway. She feels her way along, sliding her hands down the cool, mossy walls of the mountain until her eyes adjust to the darkness. She doesn't know how long she was walking until she is met with an archway. Frisk strolls through it, still picking glitter out of her hair.

She notices a circle of grass illuminated by a beam of sunlight. There was nothing in the middle of it. Frisk stares at it. Something used to be there. She was sure of it. Frisk walks around the circle, heading towards the second archway at the end of the room.

Frisk suddenly stops. She slowly turns around, surveying the small, dim room. She feels as if she is being watched.

She is correct.

"Psst!"

Frisk spins around, almost falling over. She looks wildly in the direction the voice came from.

"Hey! Lady, I'm over here!" the voice whispers. Frisk slowly creeps over to the voice, all of her senses on high alert. She stops right in front of the dark corner where the voice was located, and sees something shift. A face pops out of the darkness, and Frisk stifles a scream.

"Hey hey hey. Don't yell or anything like that unless you want to get your face rearranged. Plus," the face bobs forward, and its whole body is revealed to Frisk, who steps back in astonishment. "Screaming is against the rules."

The small yellow flower burrows into the ground, and it pops up next to Frisk. She barely gets time to acknowledge its presence before a vine snakes up out of the ground, holding a piece of paper. The vine stops in front of the flower, and the plant scans it with the two lines on its face, which Frisk assumed to be eyes.

"Now, because I'm the host and you're the guest, I'm gonna read you the greetings." The flower clears its throat, and it begins to read from the paper in a monotonous tone.

"Welcome to the Underground, fellow…" the flower looks up at Frisk with a bored expression. "Human. I am your host, Flowey the flower, and I am here to tell you about the wonders of the place you have decided to visit. As I said before, this is the Underground, where many species of monsters have come to live together in peace. This is a diverse community with countless attractions, including but not limited to: MTT Resort and Hotel™, MTT Movie Studios™, The Official MTT Restaurant of Fabulousness™, MTT Gardens™, and much more. And if you're lucky, you may catch a glimpse of our astonishing, fantastic, marvelous, benevolent leader, who is probably the reason you came down here in the first place. The Capitol is where our wonderful king rules, and blah blah blah blah blah. Do you want to know the living conditions here? Well, pardon my French, but they're fucking terrible." Flowey looks back up at Frisk, who was about to fall asleep but was waken up by the plant's use of a curse word.

"You don't care about this, do you? I bet you don't. Everyone who fell down here told me to shut up before I finished this. So," the vine crawls away, and the flower sighs. "Tell me to shut up."

Frisk shakes her head, still bewildered by the fact that this flower looked exactly like the one in her dreams. "I'm not...wait a minute." She tilts her head, studying Flowey. "Is that a bow tie?"

Flowey groans exasperatedly. He looks down at his stem, which had a tiny black bow tie wrapped around it. He hisses, face contorting into something out of a nightmare. Pitch-black eyes with a small white dot in the middle of them, a mouth full of fangs, and a deep, growling voice to boot.

"I. Hate. This. Thing." he snarls, biting one end of the bow tie in his mouth. He jerks his head up, the bow tie stretching but not ripping. "And it can't be broken, which makes this even more WONDERFUL." Flowey lets go, and his face returns to normal. "Now, why did you come here? And I bet it has nothing to do with the king."

Frisk shakes her head again. She feels like a bobblehead. "I came here because...an acquaintance needs my help."

"Needs your help? Hah! It can't be that bad for you to come down here to the good old Underground." Flowey leans closer to Frisk, his head brushing her pants leg. "Look lady, I don't know where the hell you came from, but it's certainly better than here. Trust me."

Frisk frowns, her eyebrows knitting together. "No wonder. They contacted me through a phone, and they sounded pretty desperate, and…" she trails off, not wanting to tell the flower about the strange feeling she had when she first heard the voice.

"A phone, you say? Wait a minute." Flowey looks at her bag, a curious expression on his face. "If you still have it, can I have a look at it?"

Frisk obliges, setting the camera bag down and pulling out the clunky gray phone. Flowey peers at it, some more vines coming out if the ground to inspect the phone. He flips it over. "Well, well, well. Look at what we have here. That smiley trashbag did his job pretty damn well." The flower grasps the phone in one of his vines, holding it up. "That must mean…" His eyes flick over to the human, an expression of astonishment crossing his features. "Frisk?"

The woman blinks, slightly freaked out that this plant knew her name. "Yes?"

Flowey begins to shake. He growls, his eyes becoming pitch-black, then flickering back to normal. "That bastard. That conceited, egotistical bastard. Oh, he's gonna pay for what he's done to you, yes he is." The flower whips his head around to face Frisk, still shaking with anger. "Frisk, do you remember what's beyond that archway?"

A horrible thought begins to dawn on Frisk, and she tries to remember, tries to bring up any memory of the archway. "Um...no?"

Flowey suddenly stops shaking. His head droops down, and he seems to wilt. The vine sets the phone down with a tired thump. "You really don't remember, do you?" He sighs defeatedly. "And here we all were, thinking that we might be able to get out of this living hell once and for all."

"Living hell? How bad is this place? And why can't I remember anything?"

Flowey laughs humorlessly. "Let's see," he drawls, "Everything is being controlled by the government. The economy is shit, and there is virtually no education system. And did I mention that the new king is running a dictatorship where you can't say anything bad about him or he'll execute you? But here's the worst thing." The flower's voice drops to a low growl. "Nobody cares. They're too brainwashed by the fact that everything 'perfect'. They're blindly playing a never ending game of follow the leader, and this leader's gonna guide them right to their deaths." His voice returns to its normal pitch, and he glances at Frisk. "And about the memory thing. I don't know, but if you manage to find Sans, he might tell you. He has a better knowledge of magic than I do."

"Okay…and about the phone. Was this all planned? You said something about saving everyone down here." Frisk murmurs.

"Oh yeah. About that. As I said before, I don't know much about magic. All I know is that the spell cast on the phone was long, complicated, and tiring. Just go find Sans. He'll be of more use to you than me." The flower begins to retreat back into the dark corner he had come out of. "Good luck on your crazy adventure, lady."

Frisk suddenly shoots a hand out, stopping the flower from leaving. "Wait," she says. "If you want to, you can come with me. I've apparently lost my memory, so I won't know how to get past here, or to find Sans. And I don't think you're useless."

Flowey pauses. He looks at Frisk, a newfound expression of hope on his face. "Come...with you?"

Frisk nods.

The yellow flower is still. He burrows underground and pops up next to Frisk, and without warning, exits the ground and begins to slither up her leg. Frisk holds and arm out, allowing Flowey to wrap around her arm like some kind of weird bracelet.

"You're a light in this bleak world, lady. If you've come here to save us, I'm rooting for you all the way." Flowey looks ahead at the archway, a persistent tone in his voice. "And I'll be damned if I don't get to see you succeed."