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Frisk's eyes fluttered open, squinting up into the sunlight pouring down around her.
'Where...?'
She closed her eyes once more as memories flooded back to her. She'd been hiking, alone, and was... chased? Yes, was it a bear? A person? She couldn't remember, or had she never known for certain? She knew she'd fallen, it had been getting dark by the time she thought she'd escaped her pursuer, and with a single step backwards, the soft ground beneath her feet gave way, allowing her to be swallowed whole by the mountain top.
With a deep heavy breath of musky cavern air, she wiggled her toes, then her fingers. Finally upon concluding she did in fact have all her limbs, and to her surprise they were all functional, sat herself up, deciding to take a quick look around.
The sun, luckily, illuminated the cavern quite well. The dirt and stone trailed up for what seemed like eternity, until finally the walls opened up into a beautiful blue abyss filled with floating white cotton candy clouds.
A scowl crept its way onto Frisk's face, 'Really?' she thought to herself, she placed a hand to the ground, ready to push herself up and start climbing. She paused however, abruptly realizing how strangely soft the ground was, her eyes, fell upon the golden bed of flowers. Had flowers seriously broken her fall? she wondered quite amazed.
She pinched the stem of one of the tiny blooms, and carefully broke it from the plant, she lifted it, giving a small sniff. It smelt sweet, and fresh, had it rained not too long ago? The mouth of the cave was sure to be too soft, and slick to climb.
Deciding to search her other options, she finally stood herself up. It was only moments later she'd found a large archway, old stone with a thin layer of lush green moss.
"What is this doing somewhere like here?..." Frisk's voice caught her off guard, as if she were hearing her own voice for the first time. Brushing it off rather quickly she peered through the entry. It was also lit up enough for her eyes to explore. This room was rather damp, and empty, all except for a wilted golden bloom growing in the center of the room.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Frisk took a few steps in, the flower stiffened to the sound of oncoming footsteps, far to subtly for Frisk to notice.
Behind the flower, she knelt down, and carefully reached to brush her fingertips against one of the many tattered petals attached to the plant.
As soon as contact was made, the plant seemingly jerked away from her touch, whipping around by the stem to lash a vine against her hand, with a startling hiss erupting from it's mouth- wait? Mouth?
"I-I-..." Frisk stuttered eyes wide with shock, she instinctively lifted her hand to her mouth, eyes flicking down for only a second to catch the warm red liquid streaming from where the plant had struck her.
"Don't- Get. Back." the creature demanded, with a ferocious expression. Frisk did as told stumbling back, falling onto her bottom.
"Who- what- I'm sorry- I didn't know." she stumbled over what to say, not only was there an angry flower in front of her, it'd just hit her.
The flower's eyes seemed to instantly soften, "Did you just.... Apologize, to ME?" he seemed to be in disbelief.
"Well, yes?" Frisk's expression softened, her voice noting her confusion.
"Well..." the flower smiled softly, seemingly embarrassed, "Let's start over." he stretched a vine towards her slowly, as not to startle the human.
"Howdy," he greeted, "My name's Flowey. Flowey the flower."
Carefully, Frisk extended a hand, gripping the vine to help pull herself from the ground, "Nice to meet you Flowey." she smiled back unsure, "My name is Frisk."
The flower, although now seeming less threatening, was still acting rather shifty,
"Nice to uh, meet you." Flowey was peering off down another corridor, "Listen, Human- I mean, Frisk," he caught himself, "We should get moving, It isn't really safe here," he grimaced, "Well, I mean, it isn't really safe anywhere." Flowey's leaves quivered lightly, "Toriel, she might come here, any minute, she hasn't done her morning check for humans, and well, let's just say we'd rather not be here when she does come around." he insists.
Frisk raises a questioning brow, "How are you supposed to go anywhere?" she asks, hoping he wouldn't take offence.
"Frisk, if you go through this door, and make your way through the runes, you'll find a big old tree." to Frisk it seemed this flower knew the area better than a stationary person should. "You'll find some old plant pots there, find one, and bring it here." he instructs, "If you hear anything, or anyone, HIDE." He seemingly shrieked the last part, his eyes widening, leaving Frisk more confused than informed.
The flower cowered, eyes filled with dread as a shadow seemed to engulf Frisks form, her own eyes widened, and she turned, carefully, to face the tall towering monster behind her.
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Thanks for reading, hopefully you've enjoyed, I will be writing regularly, this chapter is actually kind of short for my liking.