Our Secret Garden. A Frans Story.

The underground.

I woke up.

There was a light, far above me. I was on a bed of soft flowers. They must have broken my fall. I would have died otherwise.

I stood up and looked around. There was blood. Most likely from other humans who fell down here. Poor people...

Then I noticed something... there was something on my forehead. I reached up... to touch a flower. I tried pulling it off, and yelped in pain.

"That's not a good idea." My head quickly turned toward the speaker. A talking flower.

"Howdy. I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower. I can explain everything, just don't freak out." I decided to stay calm and listen. He obviously meant no harm to me.

"When you fell, you died. But not before the flowers could infect you. They're safe for monsters like me, but when they come in contact with a human they infect them with a disease. Every time you die, a flower will grow. You'll come back to life. And if the flowers grow too much... they'll turn you into a flower bed." He seemed sad.

I nodded my head and stood up.

"Wait! Take me with you! It's dangerous out there!" I nodded my head and put him on my shoulder. He fit in with the other flower.

"Ma'am? What's your name?" Flowey asked me as soon as he was settled on my shoulder.

"My name is Frisk." And then we started off.

"These are the ruins. The monsters used to live here. Now they live beyond the ruins." I nodded and continued... only to run into a red dress.

"Oh my... a child..." I looked up into the face of a goat monster.

"Not exactly..." was my response. The goat just smiled warmly.

"Every human that falls down here is a child to me." I smiled back and nodded.

She seems like a nice person.