A/n: Don't a s k.

She woke up with a pounding headache, on a bed of golden flowers. Looking to her right she saw a door leading into a dark place and to her left she saw... a flower with an eye staring at her, "Howdy. I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower." It greets monotonously, "Welcome to the Underground. You're screwed." It continues to stare at her, "The people down here aren't too kind... or sane... They eat humans ya see..." the girl's eyes widen in shock, "All crazy. But me. I'm a plant I don't need food to survive. All I need is sunlight and water," the girl nods and looks back at the door, "That leads to the ruins. Puzzles and traps galore. Be careful. And don't come back here." And with that the flower disappears.

Willow walks toward the door and into a hallway, she completed the puzzles as she thought about what got her down here in the first place.

"Let's go camping sweetie!" her dad exclaimed waving her to the campervan, Willow broodingly complied with the middle-aged man's command.

They had gotten to the campsite and Willow's father had set up everything, "Let's go on a walk," he stood up and pulled Willow up and off the log she was sitting on.

They had only made a short distance away from the camp when a pack of wolves decided to show up and kill her dad as he yelled at her to "RUN!". She complied with no comment and ran to the mountain, tripped and fell.

Willow made it to the end of the ruins to see a door, "Hello my child~" a voice says from behind her, "It's nice to see you..." Willow turns around to see a goat person with crazed eyes staring at her, Willow absolutely bolts out of the room and through the door, "Don't go out there! It's far too dangerous!" but Willow didn't listen as she saw snow. Snow underground? That makes no sense at all. Willow sits on a stump to catch her breath,

"Sweet lord what have I done to myself? I'm so screwed," Willow silently cries into her hands,

"IS THAT A HUMAN?!" a booming voice yells in the distance, a tall figure emerges from the forest; a skeleton wearing a scarf and so on. Willow didn't pay much attention to rest of it's clothes and continued to cry, maybe death wouldn't be so bad. "HEY HUMAN..." the skeleton puts a gloved hand on Willow's back, "WHAT'S WRONG?"

"My dad got killed by a pack of wolves on the surface. I ran away but fell down here," Willow explains,

"Poor child..." the skeleton lowers his voice and hugs the girl. Willow wraps her arms around the skeleton and cries into his shoulder as he shushes her, "How about I get you some spaghetti? You look hungry," Willow nods and the skeleton grabs her hand to walk her to the location.

"What's your name?" Willow asks the skeleton,

"I AM THE GRRREAT PAPYRUS!" the skeleton replies proudly.

A/N: Cut short due to... something and I just never went back to it... :|