Nobody. You felt almost disappointed at the lack of anything in the mostly dark chamber, though you don't quite know why. You lift yourself up off of the golden flowers, poor things, and did your best to tiptoe off of the yellow patch without causing any more injuries to the tiny plants.
You felt your way through the dark, every step careful and precise as to not trip. Your hand touches something cooler than the air around them, and as you run your tiny palm along it, you realize it was stone, but it felt smooth and orderly. It seemed like it was perhaps a pillar? Using it as a pivot, you moved around it, slowly making progress until -
“Howdy!”
You gasped, looking to the source of the voice. It was what looked like one of the flowers you had landed on, except straight out of a cartoon, with a smiley face and ridiculous animated gestures.
You take a moment to wonder if this was just a very bizarre dream.
“I’m Flowey! Flowey the flower! It sure is nice to meet you!”
‘Flowey’ started laughing so hard you couldn’t be sure if it was genuine or not. It was all fairly surreal, even as you step closer to the cartoonish plant.
“Hehe… You’re new to the underground, aren’t you? Golly gosh, it sure is good I’m here, isn’t it! I can tell you all about how things work down here,” it said gleefully, and you kneeled down in front of the strange creature to hear it better.
“Hmm! Your soul is pretty weak right now, isn’t it? But don’t fret, friend, I know how to fix that so you can go on just fine and dandy!”
As Flowey says that, several small, glowing white balls come out of the dark like fireflies. They’re enchanting and hypnotising, and you almost forget the creature in front of you as you stare at the strange orbs.
“Pretty, aren’t they? I call them ‘friendliness pellets’! Go on, touch them. They’ll give you strength,” Flowey assures you.
You obey, entranced, reaching out to grab one of them, but upon touching it, you were violently pushed back, and filled with a burning pain that surged through your arm and entire body, leaving you immobile on the cold ground.
“What an IDIOT. In this world, it’s kill or be killed! No one would pass up an opportunity like this!” Flowey rose up out of the ground, towering over you, you unable to do anything even as you desperately screamed at your muscles to respond. You whimper as a net of ‘friendliness pellets’ forms around you, trapping you and slowly inching in.
Just as you think that all hope is lost and prepare for the inevitable pain, you hear Flowey cry out. You look up to see that the flower is on fire. The strange, glowing balls fade away as the creature screams until it’s nothing but a crisp.
You got up, holding your injured arm, and look for your saviour. You find them.
“What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth,” the beast said, ending it with a sigh before looking to you, smiling.
“Don’t be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins. What is your name?” she says in a gentle, soothing voice.
“Chara,” you reply hesitantly, shifting nervously as Toriel towers over you.
Her face twists into a strange grimace as you say what you’re sure is your name. Did you do something wrong? You’re almost afraid that she’s going to attack you, but instead she extends a hand to you, “Come, my child, let us go somewhere safer than here.”
