A sun shined pleasantly on his face, the air around him was fragrant. When he opened his eyes Tim saw that he was lying on the ground which was wholly covered with soft yellow flowers. Tall pillars of white marble surrounded him and saw that he was stuck in the bottom of a lofty pit whose walls were dull and bleak.
A light creeped through trees from the surface which fell on the flower bed and the whole place was silent as if it was mourning.
Soon after he was on his legs, his head ached like it was in a washing machine. After a while when his pain subdued a bit, he looked around the place more clearly and saw a small passage away from the pit. He was very puzzled and intrigued by the place. Then a question popped in his head, "where is here exactly and how I ended up here?". He first thought it was a dream. So without thinking he tried to pee, which may sound queer but whenever he did it in a dream, it would wake him up for some reason but now, to his dismay he watered the flower bed. After that, he moved away from his art work and sat on the ground beside a pillar. Then, he started thinking about how he ended up here.
After, squeezing his puny mind very hard. He remembered that he was trekking on a beaten path on the slopes of carelessly, though he knew about its reputation very well, he often came there to hear the sweet chirping of birds and to spend some time alone since no one dared to go there but he saw something at his left a short distance away from the path. He wasn't sure what it was but he made way through the bushes and everything became fuzzy. He tried to remember what had happened but everytime he started to think, some hamburgers in business suits danced with a cane (presumably because he got hungry) and after a while, he gave up
He assumed that he somehow fell into the pit and his fall was broken by the soft flower bed, hurting his head. He thought that his best bet to wait until someone comes to rescue him and it hit him like a truck. "who would come?" , he thought "how long it would take them to find me and how would they know where am I?", His heart fluttered down instantlylike a sinking boat.
After some time fumbling around, Tim gathered himself and thought that it would be a good idea to see in the small passage if there was any way to get out. He followed the path which appeared to be well tended until he reached an large entrance not long after he started walking. There was some kind of emblem engraved neatly on the top of the entrance and and it was dark inside.
Though he had a bad feeling about this, he took a long breath and stepped forward cautionsly. After taking a few steps, he thought it was better to turn around since he couldn't see anything but just when he was about to turn around, he saw two oval-shaped large eyes shining in the dark, looked at him astutely which made very uncanny. Soon after when he tried to run, the exit collapsed on the floor. Then a gross voice unlike anything he heard before, spoke to him.
"Howdy! I am Flowey, Flowey the flower, You are new to underground aren't ya?".
He didn't know what to say and his mouth trembled from fear.
"It is rude to not to greet, you know", said with its horrible voice.
"Uu-um, hi ni-ce tto me-meet you", he said without thinking and regreted it, the very next second.
"Let me greet you too, WITH THIS".
A think vine, which was more like tentacle grabbed him and pressed him against the walls violently. He felt like his backbone was snapped in half at the impact and he let out a screeching cry from pain.
Then, he saw clearly with terror when it came closer. It had vertical jaws with hideous teeth and another six eyeballs buldging from its pink skin, pipes and wires pierched its face with a old television on top and had a green cactus arm dripping colourless silmy liquid.
"Oooh boy, You don't know how grateful I am for this, thank you because now I can show the true meaning of this world".
He felt like his very soul was ripped from his body and warm blood spilled from his chest. His whole body felt like burning,
and everything went dark.