Hello everyone, and welcome back to Shattered SOULs!

...But nobody came.

It's...actually a little sad how so few people have managed to find THIS, yet so many have found my first work...but, hey, that's just how the cookie crumbles, I guess.

So, I guess...let's-a go.

Chapter Two: A "Nice" Flower/Who Are You?

Frisk groaned and sat up. Their entire body hurt from the fall, and they barely knew where they were. The stick they had had snapped in two during the fall, and the bandage wasn't providing much protection from the blood that was leaking from their legs, arms, back, and chest. Shakily, they stood up and looked around. To their left was a dark passage, and everywhere else seemed to be ruins of some kind, possibly an ancient civilization. "Where...where am I?" wondered Frisk aloud. "Well...no place to go but forward," they said, and walked through the passage.

They saw a small, yellow flower in the middle of the next room. "Howdy!" it said. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"

Frisk couldn't find any words to say to Flowey. "Golly, you must be new to the Underground, huh? I guess it's up to little ol' me to show you how things work around here! Ready?" Flowey asked. Frisk nodded hesitantly. They got bad vibes from this flower.

Before they knew what was happening, it felt like their entire being was being ripped from their body. They saw their body, but couldn't control it. "See that? That is your SOUL, your very culmination of your being!" said Flowey. Frisk realized they were nothing but a floating heart. They could move around, kind of like a video game. Up, down, left, right, it reminded them of a game they used to play.

...Wait, they never played a game like that. So, where were these memories...?

It took a little while for Frisk to realize that Flowey was talking. "It's not nice to ignore people, you know," Flowey scolded. "Oh well. Down here, LOVE is shared through, little white...'friendliness pellets'," Frisk didn't like the sound of that. "You want some LOVE, don'tcha? Don't worry, I have plenty to share! Move around, grab them all!"

Little white pellets started moving towards Frisk. First instinct was to dodge, which they did. "Hey, buddy, you missed 'em. Let's try again," Flowey said. Frisk didn't like the way Flowey said THAT, either. They dodged again. "Are you braindead? RUN. IN. TO. THE. BULLETS."

OK, THAT got Frisk scared. They dodged quickly. "You know what's going on here, don't you?" Flowey asked. "You just wanted to see me suffer."

Flowey surrounded Frisk with bullets. "DIE."

Flowey laughed like a maniac as the bullets closed in. Frisk knew this was the end. They didn't bother trying to dodge, letting the bullets close in on their SOUL.

"Nng...what happened...?" Chara mumbled, getting on their hands and knees. Their eyes widened as they saw the flowers. "Oh God. No, no, this can't be happening, why am I down here!?" Chara shouted. But nobody came to answer their cry.

...Shouldn't someone be coming to help them? Something seemed...off.

Chara stood up and walked into the next room. This place looked way too familiar.

"Howdy!" a small, yellow flower called. "I'm Flowey, Flowey the..." it began, before stopping. "Ch...Chara?" it asked. "How do you know my name?" asked Chara. "Chara, it's been so long! I, I..." "Can it, flower. Who the Hell are you and why the Hell do you know my name?"

The flower looked hurt. "You...don't remember me...?" it asked. "Chara, it's me, your best friend. Remember?"

Chara saw the recollection before he said his name.

"Asriel Dreemurr."

And that is Chapter Two! Sorry Chara's part is so short, I kinda wanna make Frisk's longer, since Neutral and True Pacifist are both longer than Genocide.

PLEASE REVIEW! It helps me stay in touch with you guys, and it makes me want to write even more! DON'T HESITATE IF YOU HAVE CRITISISM! It you have something you wanna say, just say it!

Anyways guys, my name is Unknown, and I will see you all, in the next one! Ciao!