UNDER♡TALE volume 1 (under hiatus)

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   "So dizzy," Frisk grumbles a complaint under her breath while staring down at the ground of what remains to be a stone brick path. She turns away from the archway Toriel had entered. "This is all too much." It was either the hard pounding-fear resounding from Frisk's racing heart after having been completely half-awake, and has now gained back a full sense of awareness toward everything that has happened up to this point. Or that she must have fallen very far down where she is most likely dreaming. '... or perhaps the fall was too great and that I really am ...' Her eyes shut tight before she could fully register the thought, scolding herself for going far into thinking that.

"No." Steadfast between reality and make-believe, Frisk pauses to make a recap of her bearings. Talking flowers, Monsters living underground. "Far from it. This has to be a dream."

Piles of leaves lay bunched together along hall, though Frisk preferred the ones found near the charred looking old tree which were a lot brighter in contrast to these brown ones. They still felt nice to step on as a distraction.

   The crunching beneath the addition of Frisk's weight were not at all like the times when having outdoor recess during elementary school. Those leaves were freshly fallen, not dried enough to shatter so easily, and her mind would drift off during the scheduled free time outside. She would kick them to life in the breeze like it was to her will that made them fly.

Aimlessly carrying on with her mindful stroll making her way to a much wider pile in the middle of the room. Reaching the pile's center, Frisk's foot finds itself distending farther down than she had expected. She hears something snap which was not warning enough to help her in the matter to react quickly as the laws of gravity pulled her through a pit hidden beneath the leaves. The feeling of butterflies in her stomach were not too surprising, figuring she would be on the brink of waking up soon. She was mistaken. Her fall's end came much sooner and more conscious than the previous from the mountain's top. Not to mention being very damp with little force when landing in a somewhat shallow pond of azure color algae spacing from the rippling disturbance. The adrenaline intensifying afterwards with Frisk's heart pounding in a thrilling state of surprise feeling cold and soaked from her hands and hips down.

A loud croak spooks Frisk to a jump before scanning the premiss for what had broken the silence. Her heart pumps rapidly in her chest. She finds no sign of anyone, or anything, to be roaming about in the tiny rundown shaft.

Rocks pile to the ceiling before her. A door like opening in the wall to Frisk's left catches her attention before she trudges toward the new passage from the water to where the floor rises. She is guided by the week light from a, surprisingly, lit torch above a white toadstool. Having only two more steps before reaching the doorway, something white on four stubby feet leaps before the exit and faces Frisk with big wondrous eyes. Stairing in the direction where it had hopped from, Frisk finds the toadstool no longer under the torch. She looks back to the creature.

'A Froggit?' It was smaller than the previous one she encountered with Toriel and seems to be just as curious. It's size had Frisk to assume it to be rather young. She presses the palms of her hands on to her knees, making herself less scary so not to frighten the tiny creature. "Where did you come from, lil guy? Are you lost?" The Froggit did not speak. Tilting it's head in confusion that it must be too young to understand, and Frisk was in awe that she could not help but feel smitten toward this monster. "You're kinda cute for a frog. The ones where I'm from are nothing compared to you."

Froggit blushes deeply. "Ribbit...," was it's response. Reluctant to confront a friendly face.

   Frisk took the croak as a 'Thank you' and smiles bashfully, "You're welcome." Standing strait up to take a step toward the passageway, the Froggit hops in Frisk's way before she could progress. "Is something wrong?" She is answered with the Froggit waving its stubby front feet to signal her as a warning to 'don't go that way'. But wasn't a convincing answer to stop her from looking around. "I'm sorry, but I must be on my way."

As if this place didn't have enough of her falling, her boot must have been untied for Frisk to be reacquainted with the floor. She sits up and checks both her laces to find them still fastened. There were goopy remnants on the souls.

'What did I just—' Frisk lets out a gasp after finding the answer to her confusion as a whiff of citrus is inhaled down her air pipe. She sees not just one but three blobby figures in the shadows and can see from the light casting on them from the room she had exited that they are pulsating. A sudden 'Eep' escapes her as she scoots away with the assumption of these blobs wanting to eat her. The veins of silver in the wall give off a golden glow from the touch of Frisk's back and light fills the room, and can fully see what these blobby creatures are; perfectly molded lumpy mounds of bluish-green gelatin.

They bend to one side in unison the way a dog tilts its head out of curiosity. It was from hearing this new comer's squeak made them feel flattered and quite...excited.

   'Maybe they don't want to eat me?' Alas it was not so, they creep closer and Frisk stands to her feet and her whole back side pressed to a wall of rock.

The blobs stop moving. Gurgles blubber from their jiggling forms in a humming tune and begin bobbing and turning. Their intention for this synchronize movement was a courteous one. But this stranger is unaware of this courtship, just as these blobs are not aware of the stranger's discomfort.

"Um," is all Frisk could muster from what she is witnessing. 'They seem to be dancing...?' or, perhaps the lemony fragrant is getting to her head. Calming herself toward the situation she watches with caution. Studying the blobs' movements in case of any signs of sneaking an attack on her but unable to resister the urge of shimmying her shoulders and sides.

The blobby trio emanate splashy sounds, delighted to receive their audience appreciation, lasting for a short moment when they begin to shake. They hurriedly crawl toward their newly proclaimed friend.

Frisk is frightened by this and is ready to defend herself from the living gelatin rushing over to her. No where to go and about to be surrounded by blobs the size of pit-bulls, her eyes shut tight to accept the fate of these creatures to attack her waits to take on the pain. The result was unexpected after hearing the gloppy sounds from the blobs turned to wobbly mumbling while something presses up to her shins. She reluctantly opens one eye after the other to see the blobs no longer in front of her replaced by a bundle of leafy stalks poking from the ground. She checks her self for any of the same goopy stuff found on boot from before and discovers what had become of her attackers. They were huddling close together by her legs.

"Wha-?" Something slams to Frisk's cheek with a 'splat' forcing her head to hit the wall and blacks out for only a second. She regains her bearings with a stinging sensation where she was hit with the feeling of heavy moisture trailing down her cheek to the corner of her mouth. She can taste tomato.