"Frisk! Clean your room!" Mom called up the stairs. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. There wasn't much of a mess to clean up, only a few scattered papers here and there. And also some of my drawings of some original characters I came up with. I picked all the papers and fixed them into the neatest pile beside my laptop.
I plopped down on my rolling chair and pushed myself against the desk to my mirror. I grabbed my hairbrush and quickly untangled my brown strands. I grabbed a rubber band and pulled my hair up in a messy bun and pushed myself back to my desk. I opened my laptop and logged into my game making program. I looked through all the coding, tried to find as many glitches as possible and fixed them, and added details to the pixel art.
My creation was nearly completed; I called it Undertale. A game where players make their journey to the Underground, and choose to be a pacifist, or choose the ways of genocide, or just be neutral.
"Frisk," my mother began, snapping me out of my gaming world, "your sister is sending up some cardboard boxes. Start packing up things for college."
"Mom, if you haven't forgotten, it's the middle of the summer." The end sounded like a question. Two cardboard boxes landed on my bedroom floor.
"Here you go, Disk," my sister, Chara, giggled maniacally. She had to go to mental rehab when she was young; she gave an attempt to cut my entire arm. In the end, she only cut a slit about halfway through; the scar remained to this day.
"Thanks," I paused, "Caca."
"Hey!"
I giggled as Chara angrily stomped out of my room, slamming the door behind her. I flinched lightly, but stood up and grabbed both boxes. I threw them against my bed frame, and looked underneath my bed. I had several bins, filled with my money savings and funds, and several drawing supplies.
I pulled them out and pulled the top off of the one labeled, Funds and Stuff. I found several ziplock bags with quarters and loose nickels, but they were all sorted by coin. I had to go exchange them at the store sooner or later; I could walk to the store today.
"Frisk!" Mom called again.
"What?" I complained.
"Don't speak to me that way. Lunch is ready," she called. I moved the bins back underneath the bed, and walked downstairs. The scent of tomato sauce filled my nose.
"Spaghetti?" I smiled. Mom smiled back and gave me my plate. Chara was already eating, and she was had one of my drawings.
"Chara! You're gonna get there sauce on it," I said, snatching the paper from her. She had my Papyrus drawing, and had already gotten s drop of sauce on it. "Argh!"
"Frisk, you can go upstairs and eat, but you can only pack for college." I was about to protest with my mom, but she interrupted.
"It ain't in the middle of the summer, Frisk. You're a week away from orientation," her mom explained and picked up her purse and helped Chara off her stool. "We're going shopping, will you be okay alone?"
I nodded while wrapping my spaghetti around the fork. Before I knew it, the car roared to life and was driven out of the driveway.
Checking my game once won't hurt, right?
It wouldn't.
I walked upstairs and looked for my laptop. I had too much trouble with my plate in hand, so I put it down on my desk. I looked to where I was looking under my bed, and saw a wire hanging out underneath the covers.
"There's my mouse," I grumbled. I yanked at it, but protested.
Damn, it must be really stuck.
I yanked at it harder, but it retracted. It definitely wasn't a wire. I lifted up the covers and found my laptop. I sighed in relief, and reached out for it. I grabbed at it, but something yanked it softly.
At this point, I was terrified, so I pulled on the laptop. Green vines yanked the laptop and pulled it into a hole underneath my bed. My eyes turned as wide as saucers.
I eventually found myself moving he bed slightly to the side to find the laptop, before I felt something grab at my feet. I stopped in my tracks, and feared to look down.
"Dear God, have mercy on my soul," I cried. I looked down and saw the same colored vine, only wrapped around my foot. It tightened around it and pulled me, causing me to face-plant onto my carpet floor.
"HELP!" I screamed in fear, trying to hold onto the bed legs as I was being pulled by this strange vine. Eventually it got dominance and pulled me into a deep abyss.
I was falling and falling, and my hand brushed against a steep surface every once in a while. Eventually, I saw a light, and landed on a crumbly surface.
Yellow flowers flew in the air, as the result of me flinging them in the air with my weight. One landed in my hair, but decide to leave it there. The place seemed awfully familiar, when I realized,
I landed in a patch of golden flowers.
A cackling voice from behind me startled he living day lights out of my merciful soul.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"
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Yes. An Undertale AU. I was originally going to out his up in my regular account, Eli_Does_Writing , but I decided to make a separate account for Undertrash.
Hope you enjoy this story, I know LeSmolRollMomo_ is certainly excited for this story; she's been going at it for days now.
-Did you know Flowey's flower specimen is a Buttercup?-
-aboutflowers
Peace.
