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"Hey,"
"Hey!"
"Come on, wake up!" The boy wakes up to a familiar voice. He looks upward to see a ghost. The phantom's face relaxes, and he smiles.
"You're alright, that was one hell of a fall," He said standing up. He looks very much like the boy if he was older.
"Yeah I feel fine, the flowers also feel really soft," The boy said proceeding to roll around in the flower bed.
"You sure Frisk? That was an incredibly high drop that you broke with your face," The boy rolled his eyes
"I'm fine Kris really," Frisk said finally standing up and brushing the petals off.
“As your older brother I’m supposed to be worried about you,” Kris pleaded going down to eye level. He then circles Frisk to see if he has any injuries. After a thorough check, Kris nods in approval. The boys then look around for a place to go to. They notice a path in front of them. Then they look up...
And up...
And up.
"Don't suppose we can come back the way we came?"
"Maybe you could climb all the way back?" Frisk glared at Kris. Kris chuckles in response.
"How about the path?"
"Anything is better than staying here," With the direction decided the boys set out in that direction. Frisk walks forward and Kris floats beside him. Footsteps echo throughout the cave as Frisk walks towards and through the gate. It was then that they met a yellow flower with black beady eyes and a wide grin.
“Howdy! I'm FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER!" it said.
"I don't trust this guy," Kris whispered to Frisk leaning down to his ear.
"Wh-" "Shush!” Kris interrupted. “You're the only one that can see me remember? And to answer your question... I can't say. This guy just feels... off."
"You alright there buddy? You look like you were spacing out," Flowey said. Frisk nodded slowly.
“Don't trust it," Kris said again.
"Hmmm... You're new to the UNDERGROUND, aren't cha," Flowey continued. "Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to tell you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have Ready? Here we go!" As that was said, it felt like the world went dark.
When Frisk reopened his eyes, everything was in black and white. When he looked at himself, he could see his heart. Not his literal heart, mind you but a bright glowing red heart-shaped object was directly on his chest. Darting to his right, Frisk noticed his older brother was under the same effects. Except his heart seem more feint.
"See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being! Your SOUL starts weak, but can grow if you gain a lot of LV," Flowey explained. "What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE of course! You want some LOVE, don't you? Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" Flowey winked as small objects manifested and spun around them.
"Down here, LOVE is shared through... Little white 'friendliness pellets,"
Kris glared at the 'pellets.' "Those don't look too friendly,"
"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!" Flowey shot the pellets forward.
"Dodge them," Kris ordered. The pellets moved quite slowly so Frisk just moved around them.
"Hey buddy, you missed them. Let's try again okay?" The smile on the flower's face looked strained.
"Dodge again,"
"No," Frisk whispered.
"Why not?"
"Flowey just wants to help me out," Frisk pleaded. Kris opened his mouth in protest but the boy walked forward.
His body made contact with the pellets, and pain shot through Frisk's body.
In an instant, he felt like he was dying and fell to his knees and hands. Kris felt smug for a second before joining his brother on the ground to help him. Flowey's grin grew bigger and more sadistic.
"You idiot. In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this!?" The pellets now realized to be bullets swarmed around the young boy.
"Die," The flower uttered as the circle slowly caved in on the child.
It laughed and laughed a high-pitched screech as the ring got smaller and smaller. Frisk was filled with fear and dread at the thought of dying. Kris was filled with a red hot seething rage. It seemed like all was lost when suddenly...
The bullets disappeared and Frisk felt fine once more.
Flowey looked surprised at this but was unaware of the fireball hurtling toward them and was launched almost comically away from the boy.
Fast yet measured footsteps approached Frisk as he turned his head to his saviour.
He was shocked once more as he saw an anthropomorphic goat in a dress. As if this place couldn't get any weirder...