I discovered a new corridor in the ruins, but upon approach, the ground trembled and out rose Flowey, in front of the doorway. He told me about how scared I would be when I exited the ruins--the monsters out there, the unknown, not knowing when I will be able to return to the surface, and how long I will be down here, with none of my family or friends to call for help. "It'll be so sad how much pain you will suffer," he said menacingly. "I should show you a preview of what you'll go through."
The grass under me quaked. Flowey's vines reached out of the ground like green spiked tendrils, followed by another more violent shaking. Out burst a pair of feet, much larger than anything I could have expected. Each of them could have been as tall as me, and although they appeared much more soft and comforting than the spines of thorns surrounding the plant, their sheer size was more than threatening. I feared the vines would lurch out and pull me from all my limbs toward Flowey, where I could be within range of being squashed completely against his colossal feet.