*You had come up to Mt. Ebbot for reasons you couldn’t say yourself, and had climbed the journey all the way up.

*Your bones ached with each slanted step up, your body almost forcing you to sit down as soon as you reached the top. Vines all over had covered the rocky surface of the top, and just as you were going to peer down into the hole, you had tripped over the throned vine.

*your heart was pumping, your SOUL glowing a bright light in a desperate attempt to call out for help. Nobody came. You fell down the mountain, your clothes flapping in the breeze before your back slammed against the ground.

*Somehow, you were…alive? You looked around at the buttery yellow flowers, and had forced yourself to stand up. You wobbled through the grand doorway, the carving covered in a thin layer of dust. Your legs were still sore from climbing the mountain in the first place.

*you came to a small patch of grass, with a little flower standing upright in the small circle. You didn’t think anything of it, until a face appeared and it began to talk to you. You had heard stories of monsters being locked underground due to a war, and the Mages of the Humans using their SOUL power to lock a barrier in place, but you just thought they were making it up.

*“Howdy! It looks like you’re new here! I’m Flowey, Flowey the Flower! Gee, you look a bit scared there!” Did you really? You didn’t know. He didn’t seem very trusting, and it sounded like he had done this a handful of other times.

*you had heard stories of other humans falling down here, all with different SOUL traits like yours. Before you could think, the little flower pulled your bright soul out of your chest (a painless feeling—it just mostly tickled) and the two of you went into a ‘BATTLE’, or… a ‘TUTORIAL’, as you could say.