𝚎𝚊t. (horrortale sans x reader)

c𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 t𝚠𝚘

𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔

     Coughing, sputtering, the hand over her mouth came away bloody. Her fingers trembled. She couldn't move herself this time, searing hot pain, shooting up from her spine through her entire body. Her head felt extremely warm, and she soon found that she had a large gash on the back of her head, leaking blood. She rested her arms at her side, staring up at the opening to the hole above her, just enough light trickling through to light the area she laid in. It looked like it had stopped snowing. She tried again to move, terrified to find that she, in fact, couldn't. Was she paralyzed? It felt as if her spine had shattered like glass, shards of bone stabbing into her internals and causing more than fixable damage. She lifted her hand, looking at the blood that dripped off of it. Her fingers were back to their normal color.

She flexed them.

They felt... fine. As if they were never frost burnt.

She wiggled her bare toes and again, they too felt just fine.

She sat up quickly, looking down at them in confusion, wiggling them again. Then she stood up, taking a few careful steps, making a circle around the spot where she had landed. Blood stained the crushed flowers she'd fallen onto. Then she realized... she was supposed to be paralyzed. What? She wiggled her toes and fingers and stretched her arms and back, and touched the back of her head. Nothing. No pain. A dull soreness plagued the back of her skull, but the gash was gone. The gash. It was gone.

She looked at her hands again. The only thing out of place was the blood on them. She looked up, spotting a nearby hallway, shrouded in darkness. She looked up again, at the opening that showed her the sky, white and grey mounds of clouds blocking out the sun. She took a deep breath, then began to move on, slowly making her way down the hall, as if the darkness would eat her whole if she didn't watch herself.
At the end of the hallway, to the left, was an ornate doorway, the curly details and pillars surrounding it reminding her of the detailed friezes and columns of Greek and Roman architecture. She noted the detail being distinctly Corinthian, as the capital of the columns was decorated with carefully carved leaves and flowers - the kind of flowers she had fallen into, though they were purple like the stone in which they were carved, as opposed to the yellow they were in real life. Beyond the door sat a patch of grass, dappled lighting coming in through a seemingly partially covered opening into the room. In the middle of the grass patch sat... a flower.
A single flower, similar again to the ones she had fallen upon, but larger in size, sat perfectly in the center of the room, as if to block her path. It seemed to be facing away from her, the stem bent to show the receptacle, almost like it had bad posture. She took a step towards it, and the flower moved, shifting to show the front of it. In place of the stamens that would usually adorn the middle of the flower, there was a small face, taken up solely by a single large eye, similar to a human, and green in iris. Its pupil dilated, homing in on her confused face.

"Oh no," it whispered, "Another human, so soon..."

(Y/N) cocked her head, arching an eyebrow.

"You... You talk... like a person...? Sorry, that's rude, isn't it?" She spoke, voice raspy from her dry throat. She swallowed hard, hoping what little saliva had built in her mouth would hydrate her throat.

The flower nodded, iris bobbing as it kept locked on her.

"It's alright, it's how they all react. That should be the least of your worries, though. This place, The Underground... This is the worst possible place you could've found yourself, though I'm sure it was a total accident. Guess that makes you the clumsy type,"

(Y/N) straightened up, showing that she was listening closely, though she ignored the slight to her elegance. The flower continued.

"Down here, there are monsters, husks of their former selves. Nowhere you go is safe, and there's no way to climb out. At least, not the way you came," he paused for a few moments, eye shifting as if he was listening for something, before he continued, "I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but you'll probably die down here. I can try to help you out, or at least keep you company. I want to get out of here too, so maybe helping each other out wouldn't be the worst idea."

The woman shifted in her spot; arms crossed in a comfortable listening position. She deliberated over his words, not quite registering the danger. He seemed genuine in his concern, though, and she decided to take him seriously. She had no other frame of reference for this new world, this 'Underground', so she would trust him in this. Even if he couldn't protect her, maybe just having someone to talk to would help her through, somehow. She nodded, kneeling to his level.

"Perfect. I'll wrap myself around your arm - I'll be fine out of the ground for a while - and we can talk while you walk. I have a few things to teach you about this place, so we aren't instantly turned to shreds," he said, wrapping around her arm once she extended it to him. "The name's Flowey, by the way."

(Y/N) got back to her feet, shuffling a bit where she stood, brushing grass from her bare knees, before nodding.

"My name's (Y/N)," She replied, before starting to make her way out of the room, "I-"

"Shh - wait..." Flowey hissed, squinting in concentration, before looking up at her and nodding.
"Sorry. Once we get further in, we should stay quiet if we can. The lady that lives around here is, uh... Well, she doesn't like me, and after so long of watching humans get themselves killed by leaving her care, she's become.... Forceful, in her ways of fostering the new ones that fall. You may end up encountering her either way. If we can avoid that, you'll be off to a much better start than the others."