The child awoke on the bed of yellow flowers they saw before falling, trying to remember their name as they moved from laying on the flowers to sitting......Frisk...yes that was their name. Frisk looked around trying to see if the child they saw before was just in their head.
When they couldn't see the child they assumed it was all a symptom of falling from that height.
Frisk carefully stood on their shaking legs before noticing a hall connected to the hole they were in. Frisk moved trying to get used to walking once more as they walked through the chilled stone hall before reaching what looked like a room. And when they entered they saw there was another bunch of flowers, and one of them was standing upright.....and had a face.
As Frisk approached it, it began to speak making the child jump surprised. "Howdy! My name is Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" You're new to the underground aren'tcha? You must be so confused....Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"
Suddenly Frisk's vision went black before returning and seeing a red heart in front of themselves and Flowey a couple feet from them. "See that heart? That's your soul! It starts off weak but with a little lv it can grow stronger," Flowey said with a grin. "Don't worry, I'll lend you some!"
White pellets appeared and floated around Flowey making Frisk more confused. "Down here LV is shared through these, just let them go to your soul and it'll level up!" The pellets slowly but quickly made their way to Frisk. Before they could touch the red heart Frisk moved to the side away from the pellets, and so did the heart. "You missed them. Let's try again yeah.?"
The pellets appeared again and flew to the heart and Frisk moved from them once more, not completely trusting the pellets or the flower. Frisk took a breath and looked at the buttercup flower's face. It no longer looked like those smiling children show flowers, it looked uninviting, demonic even.
"Y̷̠͒ọ̴͛u̵͕͐ ̴̱̈́k̶̳̈́n̵͇̋ò̶̱w̷̫̑ ̵̤̋w̵̚ͅh̴̢̒a̴̦̎t̷͉̅'̶̙̄ș̸̏ ̷̻̄g̶͠ͅó̵̮i̴̢̅n̸͍͠g̷̺̿ ̸̡͂o̴̖̔n̴̝̽ ̵̺̍h̶͓̑ḙ̷̈́r̵̰̂ẹ̷̔,̶̨͂ ̶̘͋d̸̨̑o̶͕̚n̴̫͂'̷̜̋t̴͎̆ ̸̺͘y̸̞̿ó̴̟u̸͎̎.̸̾͜?̴͇̃" The creature spoke in a threatening tone before continuing, "Y̵̻͐o̶͇̕ù̵̲ ̷̝̀j̵̯̄u̵͙͒s̸̻̓t̷̬̎ ̵̨̚w̸̥̅a̴̬͑n̷͎̈́ț̸̆e̴̜̕d̵̢̅ ̴́͜ț̶͒o̵̰̚ ̴̙̚s̵͖͌e̸͖͋è̸͎ ̸̭́m̵͚̓ë̶̱ ̸̧̾s̴̖̃u̶͂ͅf̵̜͌f̸̡͘e̶̖̓r̷̗̀ ̷̯́d̸̊͜i̷̠̋d̶̞͝n̵̦̕'̵̗̎t̴̞̽ ̷̛ͅy̶̖̅ỏ̶̧ṵ̸̎?̵̺̄"
Fear filled the child's eyes and the white pellets surrounded Frisk and their souls and slowly closed in around them. The face of Flowey became even more nightmare inducing than it had been before.
As they came closer and closer Frisk tried looking for a way out but when none could be found they closed their eyes and waited, but nothing happened. They opened their eyes and saw the pellets were frozen before dissolving around them. And what looked to be a fire ball knocked Flowey away from them.
As their vision went back to normal and the black dissolved into the background before everything went black Frisk looked up and saw a lady who appeared to be a mix of human and goat.
"Do not be afraid small child, I am Toriel protected of the ruins, I shall not harm you," Frisk relaxed hearing the honey sweet tone of the woman's voice. They had never known an adult to not speak sharply and angrily. Toriel took Frisk's hand and lead them out of the room with the flower.
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The Yellow Flowers
FanfictionWhile trying to escape their father and prove the urban legends wrong, Frisk falls down into the mountain, and must learn to survive in an unknown world as a ghost follows them around
