Frisk spun around, their eyes widening slightly and they glanced around to see who said that. "Uh-- hello? I'm down here" the voice said, sounding a bit irritated. Looking down, frisk finally saw who spoke....a flower. Like the rest, this flower was purple, just a bit brighter, but some petals where torn and it looked like the flower had a scar...????? Over it's eye???? The flower came with a voice and a face, making Frisk shudder, until finally, the child spoke. "U-uh, ok....a flower that talks, new" they mumbled, looking the flower in its beady eyes. "Yeah, I'm a flower, I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower" it seemed to hum, wiggling a bit. "May I ask, human, what you are doing here? It's dead down here, you'll die like the rest" flowey causally went deep into conversation, the smile on his face tilting into a serious frown. "Or you'll go mad, that determination you have won't last very long" he said with a small raise of his petal 'hand'. Frisk stood stiff, obviously they'd be a bit nervous and scared, a flower is talking to them, and telling them that they will die. "......why should I believe you?" Frisk cautiously asked, glancing away quickly before looking back at him. "Well it's your choice, I mean...I've been down here longer then you'll ever be"

((Sorry for the short chapter, since this is the first I'm making it the shortest so ;u; yea~Author-chan))