Blackness. The feel of blood rushing through veins. These were the last things Frisk felt as he plummeted down into the dark depths of the pit. Then, flowers. The soft feel of flowers. Frisk blinked his eyes open and looked around the gloomy cavern of which he had tripped into. As he started to sit he yelped in pain. The pain originated in his right foot. He clutched it, trying to hold back tears that stung his eyes. As he looked closer, he sighed. Just twisted. Somehow, apart from his twisted foot, he was unscathed. He slowly stood, and looked around. There were…pillars? Frisk wandered deeper into the cavern. He soon approached what looked like a door. Or…what was left of it. He wandered in, as children often do when they're curious. Inside, was a flower. Just a friendly little flower. Something was different though. This flower appeared to have a face. Curious, he leaned in to see if he was imagining things. Suddenly, the flower spoke.

"Howdy!" He jumped back and almost tripped again.

"I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"

"U-Uhhh…Hi…?" Frisk answered in response.

"Hmm…" Flowey looked curiously at Frisk, and Frisk at Flowey. "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused. Somewhat ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do."

Frisk looked even more puzzled than before. I mean, the flower seemed nice…so he decided to approach again. He crouched in front, and returned Flowey's smile. Then, Flowey spoke again, and he launched into his little 'lesson'.

"Now, you know what your soul is right?"

"I—"

"Your soul is the very culmination of your being." Flowey interrupted, not even bothering to wait for a response. "Down here, your soul will be weak. But, if you gain LV, it can, and will grow strong!"

"Wait, what does LV mean?" Frisk jumped in before Flowey could continue.

"Why, love, of course!" Flowey responded in a matter-of-factly sort of way. "Everybody wants love. Including you, don't you?"

"I guess you're right there." Frisk responded, beginning to understand what Flowey was saying.

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" Flowey stated cheerfully. "Down here, love is shared through things we call little white 'friendliness pellets.'" As he spoke, 5 small pellets, a similar colour as Flowey, appeared above him. It was almost as if they were whisked into being, how though Frisk was unaware. Yet he had heard the legends of what was in this place. Could it really be…?

"Move around to catch them!" Flowey said. The pellets began to move towards Frisk. Frisk smiled and reached out, grabbing one of them.

"AAH!" Frisk screamed and yanked his hand back. He looked to his hand. There was a small burn where he had grabbed the pellet. Nothing serious, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. He looked back to Flowey and was about to ask him what happened, but he stopped, his anger immediately turning to one of unease, and then fear. For Flowey's face was no longer so friendly. He was still smiling. Yet the features of the once innocent flower were distorted. His grin was devilishly wide, his eyes holding a tiny red glow at their center.

"You…idiot." Flowey began. "In this world…it's kill…or BE killed."

Frisk began to stumble backwards. He wasn't sure why he was trying to move away from a thing he could easily step on, but something about him seemed…ominous. Supernatural in a sense. Suddenly, Frisk found himself surrounded by the pellets Flowey had advertised were harmless.

"Die." Was the one word uttered from the flower. It started laughing maniacally as the pellets closed in towards Frisk. Frisk closed his eyes shut tight and curled into a ball, trying to shy away as much as he could. Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and a scream resounded. Not from Frisk, but from Flowey. He looked up. The flower was gone, as were the threatening pellets. In his place stood what appeared to be a white furred anthropomorphic goat. She was on one knee and had reached one hand out to Frisk.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…"

Frisk shied away, still shaken from his encounter.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins." The motherly tone in the goat's voice reassured him, and he found himself taking the goat's hand. She helped him to stand. Toriel spoke again after he was back on his feet.

"I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come here in a long time."

"T-Thanks…" Frisk spoke timidly, beginning to like Toriel much more than Flowey.

"Come! I will guide you through the catacombs." Frisk followed Toriel deeper into the dark tunnel. Then light from torches at one end showed stairs, leading up to a door. The door seemed to lead into the catacombs that Toriel spoke of. Together, the two walked through the door. Before entering, Frisk looked back. He then walked back through, but he couldn't help but think that he had seen a tiny red glint in the corners of the cavern.