░▒▓█ ~Eyes on Me~ █▓▒░ [Undertale x Helluva Boss]

░▒▓█ ČＨ𝔞Ƥ𝓽ｅг O𝕟έ █▓▒░

(Chaos POV)

It was dark, the blackness closing in on me. I was breathing thick air that smelled of ash and smoke. Not enough to force a cough, however. I felt as though I couldn't open my eyes or anything. I thought for a moment, trying to remember. Starting with the basics, I searched for my name. It's... what was it? Ah, yes, Chaos. Now, how old was I? Hmm, that was a little more difficult. I decided to try and focus on what happened. Wait! No, I am 16, my name is Tommie but I have people call me Chaos instead. I was... what was I doing? I forced myself to try and open my eyes.

The sky was black, and the walls surrounded me. I sat up, noticing a throbbing pain in my head. I rubbed my temples, trying to focus on the yellow-and-green blob in front of me. I couldn't tell if this was a dream or not--- it all seemed so surreal. I heard a song in the distance, a happy song. 

My eyes focused after a moment, and I felt a slight breeze hit my black hair. Ahead of me was a flower. I cocked my head, noticing the face. I began to sit up, and I heard the flower start to speak.

"Howdy!" The flower spoke, and I jumped, startled. I looked closer at him, and he continued. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"

I slowly waved. "Uhm, hi?"

"Hmm," The flower thought. "You're new to the underground, aren't 'cha?"

I slowly nodded and looked around. I couldn't move for some odd reason, so I decided to continue to listen to the talking flower. 

"Golly, you must be so confused!" Flowey smiled, nodding to me. "Someone 'ought to teach you how things work around here!" He smiled and cocked his head. I noticed a sharp fang sticking out from his mouth. He seemed to have caught me staring, and he closed his mouth, still smiling. "Well, I guess little old me will have to do."

He seemed as though he was reading a script. It was odd, but I couldn't think clearly. This all felt fake like I would wake up any second. Like if I simply open my eyes I would suddenly be back at my house, lying on my bed. I nodded and mumbled "thanks" so he didn't feel quite as awkward as I did.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded. "Here we go!"

The world transformed around me, and suddenly the Flower had floating pellets above his head. 

"In this world," Flowey explained. "We share love through these... friendliness pellets!" The pellets above his head started to spin, and I started to panic. They didn't seem like so-called "friendliness pellets". Were friendliness pellets supposed to look like bullets that probably hurt like hell?

'Is that where I am?' I thought. 'Am I in hell?' 

"So, here, because I'm so nice, I'll share some of my love with you through these friendliness pellets!" Flowey smiled again, and I started to doubt his story. "Here! Move around and collect all of them!"

Around me, a white box circled me. I stepped back, trying to leave the box, but what seemed to be an invisible wall prevented me from doing so. The pellets came at me, and I dodged out of the way.

"Hey, buddy," Flowey frowned. "You missed the pellets. Let us try again, okay?" More pellets appeared above him, and Flowey smiled again. "Go on."

I decided to try and trust him, just once. The pellets came at me, and I allowed one to hit my arm. Immediate pain shot through me, and I fell back onto the ground. Flowey laughed above me, his face contorting into an evil smile. He was no longer the friendly flower that I'd thought. 

"YOU IDIOT!" Flowey laughed maniacally. "IN THIS WORLD, IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED. NOW." A circle of pellets surrounded me. "DIE!"

I pellets circled around me, and I began to panic. "Fuck, no," I hissed, trying not to get hit by the pellets. They all increasingly got closer and closer to me. Right before they all hit me, they disappeared. I looked at the flower and noticed a tall, white goat woman with a purple dress standing next to the flower, glaring. 

Flowey growled and went directly back into the ground, the white box around me resolving. 

"Oh no, my child," The kind goat lady said softly, holding out a hoove. "It seems you have fallen down. Are you alright?"