The Unholy Child: An Undertale FanFic

CHAPTER 1

Falling. Falling down that hole in the ground at Mt. Ebott. Life was good until I was dared to go there. Legend says that any poor soul to go there would never return. And so far, that legend has been proved correct. 6 adults. Grown men. Gone. Disappeared. No more. Not a trace left of their existence. I was dared to go here to prove how brave I am. I'm only 10, and the kids I am forced to play with are much older than me. And not as nice. I guess you could say that after a while, I grew to become like them. They would always pick on me. I was the smallest of the group, weakest, and definitely not the strongest.

So, to prove myself, I was dared to this stupid challenge. And here I am, falling down a hole in the ground. As the end of the hole was near, I started thinking I was going to die, but I didn't. Instead, I landed on a soft patch of yellow flowers. Buttercups. I looked up, my bangs in my face, green sweater covered in flower petals. I looked up, nothing was there. Except darkness. And a flower. I looked at the little flower. It had a face. I kind face.

"Hi! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! And it seems you have fallen. Do you need help?"

"No. I'm fine. I'll get out of here on my own." I wasn't entirely being true. I probably did need help. But I am independent. I will get out of here on my own. I got up and started walking away. and the little flower bugger wrapped a vine around my ankle.

"Don't you want to learn about these 'love pellets'?" The little flower went underground and the vine released my ankle. I looked down. There was a red mark and a few scratches from where thorns had punctured my soft flesh.

"Alright! Show me! But only because I want to get away from you..." I said that last part under my breath. No way Flowey was going to murder me. Soon, a soft patch of dirt moved and out pooped the little flower.

"Here," little white things floated around the petals. "These are 'friendliness pellets'. Don't you want to touch one?"

"I'm good." I pounded the flower into the ground and the pellets disappeared. I quickly ran away from the patch and had run into something......soft. I looked up, and a pair of blackened eyes looked down at me. I backed away, brushing the white fur off my sweater. It was dark here, and I couldn't tell what I had bumped in to.

"Oh dear! I am terribly sorry. You see, I was coming to see the buttercup patch to see if there was a human." She patted her hand on my head and kept walking. "If you like, you can come withe me through the ruins. A small monster like you shouldn't be out all alone here." She walked to the patch of flowers. The mongrel who calls him or herself Flowey was nowhere to be seen.

I waited in the darkness for the strange fuzzy woman to come back. But I was a little stunned when she entered the shaft of light that illuminated the patch of flowers. She looked like a.... goat. A goat woman. She wore a purple dress and had small horns on the top of her head. She had no hair like me, just..fur. I only stared. 

Soon, she came back to me and we started to walk through the passage. "So, little one. What is your name?"

I responded with a simple, "Chara" and we kept walking. Talk about snails and pie went on for a while. We solved a few puzzles and made our way to her house. 

"If you like, you can wander around outside. Just don't go too far. I'm making a butter scotch pie. Oh, and here," she handed me something. "It's a phone. You have my number, and I have yours. So when you need me, you can just give a call. Now go explore, my child."

I don't know why she called me "her child" because I'm not her child. But, I don't know who my parents were, so I guess that's okay for now. Besides, I like having a mom around. She had told me her name while we were walking. Toriel. It was odd, but a nice name. I liked it.

I walked down a passage and met a Froggit. I just left it, and probably made it a little sad. I didn't care that much. Soon, I found a small room. I was just standing there. I was about to turn around when something caught my eye. It was metal. I walked over to it, and saw what I had my eye on. A knife. I picked it up, moved it around in my hand, and put it in my pocket. I had a feeling this would come in handy.

Once I was done exploring, I walked back to Toriel's small house. The smell of buterscotch overwhelmed my senses. My stomach growled, reminding me how hungry I was. I rushed inside, the knife poking me in the butt while I ran. When I got inside, Toriel was holding two plates. Both with a piece of steaming hot pie with a dab of something white on the top.

"I hope you enjoy this, my child." She handed me a plate and motioned for me to follow her. When I did, we came to a hallway with two doors. One must have been Toriel's and the other, I don't know. We stopped in front of a light blue door and she opened it. Inside the room was a bed, lamp, dresser, toy box, and a desk.

"What is this place?" I asked. It was a dumb question, but I said it anyways.

"This is your room, dear child. I made it especially for you." I felt Toriel's hand on my shoulder. She knelt down and placed a kiss on my forehead before leaving me in my new room.

As I explored the room, I was contemplating a few things.  Every now and then, I would mumble something under my breath. "Maybe living down here isn't so bad" or "What would happen if I were to leave?" I thought while reading the few books I had in the room, and thought while looking at the toys in the toy chest.

Then I remembered the pie Toriel made me. I found it sitting on the desk, a fork waiting by its side. I walked over to it and began to eat it. I don't know what this is, but it sure was good. Butterscotch pie. It was really good. I ate the thing in less than 2 minutes. I know it may not seem like a long time, or short time, but I have learned to savor my food. Only because we had to ration back at the village I used to live in.

There was a knock on the door and I saw Toriel's white muzzle peer through. "Dear child, why don't we talk for a while?" Toriel closed the door and the soft footsteps went down the hall. 

I walked over to the door and opened it, walking into the hallway to find Toreil.