Pain.
Its the first thing he's aware of upon his concious shifting to the surface. Its a rather dull and aching pain that consumed him like a fire consumed a forest.
The second thing he's aware of is the fact he's even alive to feel such pain. Just the thought alone has emerald eyes shooting open.
The first thing he sees is the aperture a good twenty to thirty feet above him.
Good Gods, how in heaven's name was he still alive?
The second thing he sees is the pillars, the look old and worn yet still stronger despite the variety of yellow flowers and vines growning upon them. Though he doesn't show it, a sense of Hope fills him.
Pillars didn't just grow out of the ground. The fact they where there indicated someone else had once been here; once built them. Maybe- if he was lucky- it was the entrance of an old civilzation.
Then there was the yellow flowers which covered the hard ground like a thick blanket. For a moment, Harry fount himself entertaining the thought of them having broken his fall only to dismiss it a moment later. Things like that didn't happen outside of video games, not with a fall from that height.
And then there was the body - how the hell had he not noticed that sooner?!- lying face down in the yellow flowers only meters from his own. A moment later, Harry swore he had a heart attack as his mind regestured the shoulder length brown hair, the blue and purple stripped sweater and the backpack still on the body's back.
"Frisk!"
To his complete bufflement, despite the fall, Frisk didn't seem to have so much as a scratch upon their being. Still just because he couldn't see any damage didn't mean there wasn't none, for all Harry knew his precious little Nibbling could slowly be sufficating from internal bleeding. Which was why he close not to wake her as he carefully gathered the smaller within his arms.
Frisk needed a doctor.
He needed to locate the exit.
Now.
Without so much as a second thought, he rushed out of the chamber, holding his Nibling tightly to his chest. The second chamber was also fall of golden flowers and thankfuly enough an archway- it seems his old civilization theory may have some merit after all.
Maybe had he not been so focused upon his single minded goal, Harry would have noticed the golden flower with a face upon it that straightened upon his arrival. Maybe he would have noticed how its spurious smile seemed to grow as it perked up and began to speak in a cheerful tone.
"Howd-"
Only to be crushed under his heel as the teenage rushed acrossed the room and through the archway leading into the underground. For a moment all Flowey would do would be staring blankly at the cavern's ceiling with a shoeprint firmly upon his face wondering exactly what the hell had just happened.
