UnderAnger (rewritten)

3- Fear is All.

Fear is all I can feel. I remembered what my dad said about adrenaline- sometimes when you get really hurt, you're brain is so scared that you can't feel the pain. Well, I couldn't feel anything over my pumping heart. I took advantage of this temporary loss of pain and stood up. This must have been a mistake, because suddenly, searing hot pain shot up my arm and through my chest. I screamed out and faltered, but managed to stay standing. When I looked up, I saw the sky, but it's light didn't reach down here. I'm not sure what happened after that, though. I must have hit the floor and passed out again, but the darkness made it difficult to tell.

When I woke up there was a soft light in the distance. I looked up again, still laying down, and saw the same sky- not much time passed. I didn't attempt to stand that time, learning from my past mistake. Instead, I crawled toward the faint light. If there's light, then maybe I could finally see the condition I'm in and if it's serious. My adrenaline must have been wearing off, because I was starting to feel a dull pain creeping up my spine.
The path to the light was winding. I could tell by the many times I bumped into walls.
Wait... walls? I paused and ran my fingers along the walls. They were flat, straight, and felt like concrete. If this was man-made, there was still a small glimmer of hope that I could be saved.

I finally reached the source of the light. It was a small dim room with a lantern in front of a doorway. The only thing in the room was a small flower and a sign. The sight of the dinky yellow flower sticking out like a warm fire, for some reason, made me cry. Blood followed my trail and my pain was almost entirely restored. But the flower... all alone in such a cold, dark place... it's still alive. In fact, it was thriving. It's petals were vibrant and soft, it's stem was standing tall and confidently. I was sobbing while I dragged myself to the flower.

"Flowey..." I spoke without really understanding. I just wanted to talk to something, for reassurance. "Flowey, I might be dead... how are you alive? Who's taking care of you?" Talking took a while to squeeze through my sobs. I felt my body get heavy and my head feel fuzzy again, about to pass out. I heard a voice, calling me to get up and resist sleep. The voice was of a child, like me, but more boyish. I blinked hard. The flower had spoke to me.

I sat against the wall for a long time, whimpering. The flower's silent existence seemed strangely reassuring.

"Nughh... Flowey... my sister is gonna be sooo worried... I might never see her again... my dad is gonna be sad when I die..."

I projected my own responses onto the flower. It really seemed like he was talking to me. But, then again, I was rapidly losing blood.
Oh, right. I'm losing blood. I should probably get up and do something about it.

I stood up painfully and made my way to the doorway with the lantern. On the other side, there was a quaint house with many flowers in the yard. I got an idea.
Some of the flowers had flower pots so I emptied them and limped back to Flowey. I carefully dug up all of his roots and put him in the flower pot.
What am I doing? I need to find help, and there's a house right there. Oh well, I needed to repay Flowey for being so kind. I brought him with me to the house and knocked.
"I don't think anyone's home." I said to Flowey, trying to ignore my disturbance that there was a house at the bottom of a cave. I was about to open the door and go inside when I heard the doorhandle rattle and the door opened.

At first glance, she was a tall pale woman with strange white hair. But when my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I was met with horror.

Her piercing blue eyes looked down at me. Her four pointed, white horns glared from the light behind her. She had long ears like a goat or a limp bunny. But her expression... was sweet? She bent down to get a better look at me. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, but didn't seem caught off her guard.

"You... you are a human?" She asked genuinely. I gasped and attempted to yell, "What are you???" but it came out as a squeaky breath.

"My name is Toriel. Come inside, will you? You seem mighty hurt."
I followed her instruction, unsure how to feel about this creature. She seemed nice, but she wasn't human...
A monster!
That's what she is!
Oh, that makes sense now.

So, I'm pretty sure I'm already dead.

She directed me to sit at a dining table while she got a first aid kit. I sat there and started to cry. What started as a silent whimper turned into a hyperventilating mess. This wasn't what I thought death would be. Life couldn't be over at nine years old, it just couldn't. I just wanted to climb Mt. Ebott by myself. What kind of cruel twist of fate would...
When Toriel came back to see me bawling, she rushed to comfort me, "It's ok, child. It won't hurt after a while, it's just temporary."

I took deep breaths "I don't want to be dead... why did I have to die? Now I can't ever see my family again..."

"Ah... child, you are not dead. You aren't going to die anytime soon, ok?" Toriel assured me. Her voice was distant and cold, but her words were very comforting. I decided to believe her.
Toriel asked if it was okay for her to check my body and see my wounds. I let her. It felt nice to let somebody else take care of me, even if that somebody was a strange magical monster.

Toriel noticed me starting to drift off and snapped her fingers in my face. "Don't pass out, child. I need you awake." This was kinda disappointing. I'm very tired.

Toriel cleaned all of my wounds and put bandages on them. She gave me new, unbloodied clothes that, despite being a bit large, were very comfortable. I moved to a living chair and curled up. Toriel shook me lightly. "Uh-uh. You've got to sleep in a proper bed."

I raised my arms, signaling to be picked up, but Toriel didn't take the offer. She grabbed my arms and got me on my feet. I've met many people like her, the demanding but well-intentioned. I much preferred the adults that swooned over my every move. She acted so much like a human, so maybe I was wrong to assume she's a monster? Maybe she is just an odd person.

She led me to a bedroom full of saturated red. I could explore in the morning. For now, I crashed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.