A gentle breeze blew past the long pillars which ran down from the top of the cave, which opened out to Mount Ebott, from the surface world. It was accompanied by a gentle splash of sunlight whose rays were carried deep down to the darkness of the Underground.
The light gave warmth and nurtured growth to a familiar bed of flowers that lay at the very bottom of a small space filled with crushed stone and strewn rubble.
It was here in the centre of that bed that there lay a small flower unlike the others, it twitched, bent, breathed, and craned itself around, it was full of curiously. It shot up at the feeling of the breeze.
This wasn't just any other flower, it was Flowey, Flowey the Flower! The uncreatively self named denizen of the Underground. Yet again he was dozing off into an uncomfortable sleep and tilting to his side, his poor stem unable to handle the weight of his 'head' against his 'body'. He was trapped in this movement cycle for what felt like hours. He huffed and let out a strained grunt, with his frustration building, unable to find a comfortable position. The half-awake flower thought about how this had become a regular occurrence, since, well… since…
He didn't wish to think about it.
There was nothing left to think about or consider anymore.
The game had ended.
It all had started a very long time ago, when he had 'woke up' for the first time, discovering himself like this, a flower, totally unrecognizable.
Terrified and alone, he had to grow up fairly quickly to learn the rules of the Underground in this new form: discovering himself to be a being of immense Determination, he was suddenly the key player of the Underground by controlling and manipulating its inhabitants to his will.
He tried in vain to escape this floral form he was trapped in, and tried in vain to help the monsters reach the surface world that they had been expelled from, and even tried in vain to just live his life as though nothing had changed.
But none of these possibilities ever succeeded, and after a time the idea of attempting them didn't even truly satisfy Flowey.
He had an empty, soulless existence that despite his best efforts persisted within him. This led to an attitude of pure pessimism which slowly transformed him into a shrewd and vile creature.
He became an enemy to all living things in the Underground, and began to see the inhabitants as his play things. He found temporary amusement to toy endlessly with the lives of those he once cared about; and he did so all simply to test the constraints of his powers.
This was in folly though, as there was no final human soul needed to bypass the Barrier to the world beyond, and no matter the outcomes he created - after a while, no one outcome was any more preferable to him than another.
He had seen all life had to offer him, it was game to him, and he was done with it.
He shuddered at these thoughts, he hated thinking about them, he hated thinking about himself. He had no greater contempt than what he held over himself for everything that's happened. This was the root for his disdain for others, he suffered and he made them join in that suffering too.
But after everything that happened he had eventually come to regret it greatly, although how much this was his own 'feeling' or just what he thinks he should feel was still a matter of debate in his mind.
He had no real feelings, only thoughts.
He swayed to one side that allowed him a respite from looking at the Golden Flowers that reminded him of his own form. Preferring now to look at the ceiling of the cave, its natural contours still an amazement for him, though familiar he could always look and see something new in the face of the rock that he hadn't before.
Despite his horrific actions, he was, and still is, a child and looked upon things with curiosity.
He thought back again to his utterly disgusting actions, being alone he couldn't help it.
They did come to an abrupt end: While working on a new way out, everything was to change suddenly with the arrival of a new human from the world beyond who had a form most familiar to him.
Once present, he figured this must have been his sibling: the first Human, reborn just as he had. Human Souls were much stronger than that of monsters, or even Boss Monsters, and their sibling's Soul had vanished presumably… but was never totally accounted for ('was never able to truly get to the bottom of that one).
But this form was here, and he could feel its soul, filled with determination. The prospect of this excited him, but it was also equally as terrifying since it cost him his abilities, namely the ability to SAVE and LOAD. But armed with the knowledge of his countless manipulations, he was an expert on the Underground and its inhabitants.
He quickly set about carving a dangerous path for the Human, filled with many trials and tribulations for them to face in anticipation of their demise. If they were able to conquer them all, he knew this human was his lost sibling.
One problem: this wasn't his human, they were different. Much different.
In contrast to his own sibling, this human was a creature of compassion and curiosity, incredibly careful and trusting.
He took it upon himself to lay down the law and try his hardest to remind the soul of who it was. This had to be them! a lapse in their judgment perhaps - but no matter what he tried, he couldn't win.
This new human was innocent, befriended all monsters, even Flowey and…
…and eventually…
Gahh!
He flipped back against the flowers, thudding his head against the dirt. He was starting to think of that whole breaking the barrier thing again, Gross. Embarrassing. Weak…! He thought
For better or worse, as Asriel, he did the right thing. While it led him right back to this form, he knew the others could live happily. Especially the human- Frisk. now safe on the surface, probably engaged in a better life.
If I have to suffer, then it was probably worth it… After all, it's only fair, isn't it?
With the freeing of the monsters from the Underground by the actions of himself as Asriel and the human Frisk sometime ago Mt. Ebott, which was the only respite for Monsterkind for centuries, gradually became abandoned as the monsters left to seek out a new life on the surface world.
This didn't happen overnight and at first it seemed that only a chosen few really desired to leave for the world above. But in time things began to change: first went all the monsters of New Home, then Hotland, then from the outlying settlements like Snowdin.
From what Flowey considered the most forgettable scum like Froggits, to the Temmies. They all were gone eventually. Gone. All of them.
It wasn't that it was suddenly a good idea to just live with humans but as time went on it became obvious that there was nothing to be gained by staying below alone. Whatever the humans were like was nothing but speculation as they never bothered to explore or introduce themselves to the Underground the way monsters had to the world above and the remaining monsters often conflicted on the details of what they were like much to Flowey's frustration.
The bustle of life in the Underground came to a stand still and grew quieter with each passing day.
That left Flowey, formerly Asriel Dreemurr, stripped of everything and alone here, unable (rather unwilling) to join with those in the world above.
His tired eyes flicked and darted across this patch of flowers, all looking just like him and in doing so he couldn't help but recall first waking up in this form: confusion and pain, the lack of emotion. At least it was all still new to him then. Now it was like a heavy weight that kept his head down.
Nothing different now, I'm still alone.
Flowey had spent a long time mulling it over, with nothing but time on his imaginary hands he was forced by his own intrusive thoughts to re-play his life over and over again in his mind wondering if maybe this existence was worse than before.
He couldn't help but think about that human, Frisk, how I miss you.
