You've just fallen down a huge pit and landed in the Underground, the world of monsters. While you are dealing with the pressure of getting home and staying alive, another is dealing with the crushing pressure of seeing your runs, over and over agai...
"Ugh." You groan, as you finally regain consciousness. You look up, up up, until your damaged neck starts to hurt too much. The top of the pit is at least one thousand feet up, and hopelessness sinks in, as you realize that it would be nearly impossible to reach the top of it. As you drag yourself to your feet, you see your blue and purple striped backpack that matches your sweater laying on the bed of gold flowers you fell onto.
You walk over, even though your arms, legs, and torso are complaining about the pain. You open up the backpack, and sigh with relief when you find your phone, two books, and school binder. Actually, you could have done without the binder, because even if you told you math teacher that you fell one thousand feet below ground, her first question would be where your homework was. Thinking of that, you look above you to the top of the hole. You look at the ragged rocks, and think of all the time you've spent since you were young climbing the mountain you lived on.
"Well, it wasn't all for nothing." You think with determination. You scale the rocks, climbing up and up, finding footholds and ledges. But when you're about fifty feet up, the rock you're standing on gives way, and for the second time that day, you've fallen onto the bed of golden flowers. "Ugh." You groan, glaring at the traitorous cliffs. As you're about start climbing again, a shrill voice suddenly rings through the pit.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey the Flower!" You freeze, and slowly turn around, your heart jumping through your rib cage. You try to sound braver than you feel when you call out, "Who's there?" Although it occurs to you the voice introduced itself, and you mentally facepalm yourself.
"Down here!" The voice calls, and you turn to look into the pile of golden flowers that you landed on. One flower, slightly bigger than the rest, looks up at you and smiles a layered smile.
"What's your name?" The flower asks conversationally. "...umm," You hesitate. Something about that smile is fake, like it's masking a darker inside of the flower.
"My name's (Y/N)." You say eventually. It's at that moment that the shock of it all wears off and you realize you're talking not just to a flower, but with a flower.
"Okay, this is crazy." You say to no one in particular. You're trying not to cry, and your voice is shaking. "No, keep it together, (Y/N)," You think. "Panicking's not going to get you anywhere." You steady yourself. "Okay, well, where am I? I was exploring a cave and I fell down here"
"Oh, you've fallen into the Underground!" Flowey said, laughing an empty laugh. A cold chill runs through you, and your breath dies in your throat. Fear grips you, as you remember the stories that you were told throughout your childhood. You believed in the Underground and the monsters living in it when you were twelve. Now, four years later, you can't believe that anything like this could actually exist.
"Anyway," Flowey continues "To survive down here, you're going to need friendship pellets!" You raise one eyebrow skeptically. "It's true! I'll just show you your soul... there!" He said as he casually reached to your chest, one of his roots going through your ribs to your heart, and pulled out a gently pulsing heart out. Half of it is red, and the other half is white. You gasp. Flowey stares, too. "She's never had two different soul colors." He notes, under his breath. Then he continues with his explanation "What?" You manage to get out."Oh, I was just talking about your soul."
"Weird that he said again...it's not like I've been here before." You think, puzzled. You shrug it off and listen as Flowey talks about your soul and the Underground. "To survive in this world, you need friendship pellets." He says, as you tune in. "Here, have some!" Even though your whole body is shaking with shock, injury and fatigue, you have just enough energy left to think through what you make of this talking flower (something you never thought you'd have to do) and the thorn like pellets he's sending to you. You jump out of the way as a wickedly sharp thorn cuts through the air where you just were.
"Catch them, you idiot!" You whip around to see Flowey with a demonic grin. "Fool!" He spits at you. You flinch. "In this world it's kill or be killed!" You feel sick. You're dead. "I survived a more than one thousand foot drop, and now I'm going to be killed by a flower." Another round of thorns fly toward you. So dead. You dodge most of them, but one cuts deep into your arm.
"AAAAUUGH!" You scream, as the thorn brings a waterfall of blood spewing from your arm. It hurts, it hurts SO MUCH! But you don't want to kill this flower. Maybe not everything here is like it? You're starting to get lightheaded, and thorns skim your face and legs as you slowly dodge, your energy failing you. As the biggest, most lethal looking thorn is heading toward your heart. You close your eyes and brace yourself... and instead of being stabbed, you feel a bit of heat. You peek, and you see the thorn burning to ashes on the ground. The flower is gone, and instead of a pile of golden flowers, you look up into the soft eyes of a... goat thing? You crawl backward, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible. You can't fight again, not now. You whimper, something you haven't done in four years.
"How terrible!" The goat monster says with a surprisingly sweet voice. "A monster torturing such a pure youth. Oh! My child! You're quite hurt!" You are surprised to hear that in her tone it's as if she's in pain because you're in pain. "Come with me, child. I am Toriel, the caretaker of the Ruins." Toriel gently takes your hand and helps you up. You feel a warmth you haven't felt in such a long time. Like someone wants to look out for you and to love you. After Toriel leads you through the puzzles, (You're too injured to do them on your own) She leads you into a cozy house. There, she takes a long piece of gauze and wraps in around your arm. "There, my child. Is that any better?" She asks, stroking your head. In response, you wrap your arms around her, and without hesitation she hugs you back. You start to brighten. Maybe at least someone wants you to be alive here.
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