Dream Falls Into The Underground (From UNDERTALE) And Is Murdered By Lesser Dog

THE FLOWER

Dream looked down. His rope was just ten feet short of the ground. He kicked off the wall to gain inertia and let go of the tether, rolling as he landed to minimize the shock. He came to rest on a small bed of yellow flowers. Standing up and shaking the pain out of his legs, he stretched out. "Drop done. Now let's see what this place is hiding..."

He found himself in a small, dark cave room with one tunnel off to the side. The tunnel seemed artificially made, if a bit flimsy. He proceeded down the narrow path and found an open doorway at the end.

"What's behind door number 1..." Dream peeked through and saw a small crop of green grass. In it, a single large yellow-and-white flower rested. Carefully, Dream began to approach...

"snnr..."

"What the heck-"

"wh-huh? It's way too early for... oh!" The flower suddenly wriggled in its spot, and a face appeared in the white center. "Hiya!"

Dream boggled vacantly at the presented shenanigans.

"Gee, you caught me early! I was still getting my beauty sleep! Anyways..." The flower seemed to take a deep 'breath'. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" The flower seemed to somehow wink. "Hey, you're new to the Underground, ain'tcha?" The flower continued, despite the fact that the word 'ain'tcha' makes no sense in any language, let alone English, and is a horrible crime against contractions that should be removed with vehemence and extreme prejudice from existence, because the world would be at least 7% percent better without it. 'Ain'tcha' is actively responsible for some of the worst crimes against humanity by sheer virtue of existing.

Anyway.

"Golly, you must be so confused!" the flower continued.

"I'm, uh. Kind of not. This is pretty much par for the course where I'm concerned." Dream noted. "Not nearly as bad as the IKEA thing..."

The flower's grin grew strained. "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"

Dream felt the distinct and uncomfortable feeling of his soul being somehow detached from his physical form.

An odd, orange, pixelated heart pulsed a few inches away from his body. He stepped a few inches to the left experimentally, and it moved along with him. "...Huh. That's... interesting?"

The flower began its explanation. "See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" It bobbed up in down to emphasize the point. "Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of 'LV'."

"'LV'. A leveling system? Am I going to be doing enchantments soon?" asked Dream with perhaps a bit more excitement than he should have, the nerd.

"What's 'LV' stand for? LOVE, of course!"

"Oh, never mind, it's just gay." Dream sighed in disappointment.

"You want some LOVE, don't you?"

"I really don't, please never say that again-"

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!" The flower winked again.

"-oh my god."

Five small, white pellets appeared around the objectively-creepy flower. "Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white... 'friendliness pellets'. Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you-"

There are some things that need to be said about Dream. He is a youtuber. He is a Minecraft youtuber. He is a gamer that makes videos of games for a living on the internet.

However, he is also from Florida, and 21 at that. To live that long in Florida, one must learn a few things about trust and danger, and Dream was not about to trust a creepy flower that babbled on about 'LOVE' and 'friendliness pellets'. 

He slid his iron sword out of its sheath and pulled his mask down over his face.