Getting Started
Player seemed uneasy, finding interest in the crumpled yellow flowers Frisk fell on. Her thin fingers gingerly tugged on the bright petals. They wanted to say something to catch her attention, but found it hard to think of a topic. So, they stood up instead. That worked to catch her big-eyed stare.
"I thought you said we were going exploring..." Frisk smiled politely.
"Oh! Yeah, we should go," Player agreed, practically shooting up from the ground herself. She grabbed their hand, pulling them along into darkness. Her pace was so quick that Frisk nearly stumbled on the first few steps.
They came across a lone...buttercup? This flower had a smiling face, bobbing joyfully at the presence of the two. "Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower!" It leaned forward a bit, humming thoughtfully. "You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused." Flowey tilted a little to the left before jumping upright with a toothy grin. "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do!"
As if it was not dark already, the three were plunged into pitch blackness. A crimson heart appeared in front of Frisk, giving off a warm light. Flowey appeared, all devoid of color, still smiling. It pointed a leaf to the heart. "See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being." Its pleased tone of its own intelligence came through in the next couple of words. "Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV."
Frisk tilted their head, raising a brow while glancing between their soul and the little flower.
"What's LV stand for?" Flowey voiced the child's thoughts. "Why, LOVE, of course!" It chuckled, tone becoming absolutely cheerful again. "You want some LOVE, don't you?"
Before either Player or Frisk could say anything, Flowey continued. "Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" It even winked at them, causing Player to narrow her eyes. Flowey saw this, smile tugging itself into more of a smug smirk. "You know what's going on, don't you?"
Suddenly the two were surrounded by white twirling...seeds? Flowey's face no longer had the friendly smile, but instead its face had stretched into a terrifying sight. Its giant grin startled the duo, only further scaring them with a shrill cackle. The seeds were closing in dangerously on Frisk's soul.
Yet, the seeds never connected. Something cancelled out Flowey's magic, making said flower frown in angry confusion. Before it could call out on the meddler, a flame knocked it away. Player could not help but giggle at the flower's tiny shriek as it went flying. How does such a thing like that even happen?
Quick footsteps brought a white...goat lady? "What a terrible creature, torturing such poor innocent youths..." her voice held an unbearably motherly tone, Player's eye twitched. At least the darkness faded away in the woman's presence.
Frisk, having their sense of security betrayed, held tightly onto Player's arm. Their soul was still exposed to the monster, feeling it close in on itself.
"Do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins," she smiled reassuringly. "I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You two are the first humans to come here in a long time." A fuzzy hand was offered to them. "Come! I'll guide you through the catacombs."
Frisk and Player exchanged worried glances before finally following Toriel. A slight purple light poured in from up ahead. Player sighed wearily at perhaps what was to come. At least she was still up for it otherwise she would stop all together, or so Frisk thought. She seemed like that kind of person.
Then, something occurred to them - why did Player's soul not show up when Flowey attacked? Frisk examined her face. She held a determined smile.