They had never imagined they could survive a fall like this, probably because they were already covered in bruises and cuts. Their escape to Mt. Ebott was harsh; they got wounded along the way and hesitated to jump into the unknown. All they knew was at the very least; no one will ever take advantage of them, mock them, or abuse them if they liked to do so. They instantly regretted that decision when they were faced with a deafening silence. They were somewhere with little to no light, except a few cracks here and there with patches of golden flowers they never saw on the surface. That helped them have some peace of mind. They dusted off their only sweater, bore the pain from all the labors they suffered, and started moving.
A pale hue and pink colored the sole marbled entrance seemed to be at the end of the cave they ended up in. They thought they would find an exit, but were instead presented with the same landscape, and a bright patch of those flowers they saw earlier. Something seemed off however, they felt some entity following them, as well as some movement in the flower patch. One happy-looking flower popped up. They said their name was Flowey the flower, and they oughta teach the child how things work in the underground. The child was reluctant to the idea but had to go back home, thus taking upon the Flowey's, which immediately triggered battle mode.
The Fallen was watching yet another child about to get beaten up by the deceiving plant of the Ruins. Flowey may have the scent of a long gone friend they used to call brother, but they had no right to call them so now. They had killed their brother, and whatever remained of him had been injected in this about-to-be maniac of a flower. They had almost no interest in the child, almost, except for a strange vibe they felt when this one fell on the flower bed. That vibe they never felt in so long, some resonance with their now dead SOUL.
"Down here, SOULs start off weak, but get stronger with LV! What LV stands for? LOVE of course!"
Love? The Child have not heard that in so long, so they smiled meekly at being loved somehow. The Fallen, on the other hand, winced at the words, they knew that flower was up to no good.
Flowey having now explained what a SOUL is to the confused child, he was about to unleash a round of "friendliness pellets" on a glowing red heart. The child had no idea of what is happening, except for a voice in the back of his head he never heard before.
"You better dodge those if you are not willing to get hurt."
A smile crept on the Fallen's face when he saw the now angry Flowey scolding the child. They moved, and with them, their SOUL, because being hurt more than they were already on the surface was out of the question. The Fallen was somehow happy he could toy with that wretched plant and an innocent child, seeing that the latter was very obedient. They crept a smile along with an ooze of dark, secretly mocking the second wave of pellets that the child dodged out of instinct. The child seemed to trust that voice he heard once, as the red heart that came out of his body glowed redder when the voice manifested itself. They were now a little wary of Flowey, who wore a very disturbed facial expression.
The child's SOUL was once more at risk of being pelleted, along with Flowey blurting something about bullets. Bullets are painful, and pain is the one thing that child had enough of. Dodging, though barely, the now sped-up pellets, the child retreated a few steps when he saw Flowey's true colors. Something that reminded him of those bullies he had at school, eyes without a glow of mercy and a burst of maniacal laughter. Flowey had surrounded their SOUL with pellets, and there seemed to be no escape. As the pellets slowly crept in the flower screeched with a face the Child could never forget
"DIE"
The child thought they were done for, but some fireball surged out of nowhere and kicked out Flowey out of the way. Again, the cold, monotonous voice commented :
"Nuisance has been taken care of. Now child, move on before I decide to finish the job that stupid flower did not see to an end -"
A voice was heard from where the magic was fired, one as tender as they wanted their mother to be :
"What a horrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth.
The child noticed the voice paused, now that a large monster with a goat face and white fur hurried to check on them.
"Mother? ... Is that ... You?"