▶Chapter 1◀

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by piekarpie03

by piekarpie03

(y/n) your Pov

I keep running away from her, i mean my mother. She is very abusive to me since my father left.

Flashback (author) Pov

"(Y/N)!! BRING ME THE KNIFE!!!!" Mom shouted at you.
"Y..yes...mom...." You bring her the knife, and she take it.
"Now come here you little brat!!!" She called you, and you stood up in front of her.
She cut your cheeks skin, so a blood coming out. It really hurt. You cried, begging your mother to stop.
But, she ignore you and keep hurting you until lot of bruises, scars, and blood coming out from your body.
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(y/n) your Pov

I keep running nowhere to go. I was really lost, but i don't care, as long i wouldn't see mother again. I hate her. I cried again.

And then i stopped. I found a big hole over there. I heard a rumor about Mt.Ebott from my friend, she said "if you're going to the hole and you fall down, you won't be able to go back to the surface. You will live with the monsters or killed by a monster in the underground forever.." yeah.. that's right..and weird..
But i don't have choice, so i decided to live with the monsters in the underground. And i hope no monster will kill me...i hope so..
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Did..i fall?? Where am i? I'm still alive! And i'm on the yellow flowers, it's so soft. So, i'm fine, except there are so many bruises, scars, and blood from a cut.

I stand up and began to walking and also put my (f/c) hoodie hat on, so no monsters will see my face, because my face is all messed up. And then i found a flower with six yellow petals. It has a face on it.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower. You're new in the underground arent'cha?"
I nodded.
And then, his smile turn to a creepy face. I was terrified.
"You....knowww... there's one rule...in..the underground.....it was..."
My body is shaking.
"IN THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED!!!"
He's laughing so hard.
He shot a white petals to me, but before the petals got me a fireball came and hit Flowey.
Flowey is gone, so do the petals.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth." A female goat walk to me, she has a white fur. And she wear a uniform, it color is purple.
"Do not be afraid my child. I'm Toriel, caretaker of the ruins. Come with me, i will take care of you." She slowly take my hand and give me a gentle smile. She's already like a mom to me.

(Le skip time by the traps)

We're finnaly at Toriel's house, she called it a ruins, it's big. She offered me a Butterscotch Pie, i eat it, and go to my room. Before i'm sleeping, i said to myself "why she did such nice things to me?" I'm crying really hard, i close my mouth with my hand so Toriel wouldn't know that i'm crying. I'm crying until i'm asleep.

The next morning. I open my eyes, and take a bath. And then, i met Toriel at the living room, she still don't know my face because my hoodie hat still on my head.
"Ah, you're awake my child. Do you sleep well?"
I nodded.
"That's great, do you want anything or you want to know something?" She asked me.
"Well, i do want to know something.."
"What is it my child?"
"Are there more monsters outside?"
"Why yes of course there are more monsters outside, you want to leave the ruins?"

My eyes widened with shock, how did she know that i want to leave the ruins?

I nodded to her question.

She's sigh "well..looks like it couldn't be helped..."
I follow her, until we're in front of a big purple door.
Toriel look at me "my child, before you go. What is your name?" She asked my name.
I answer "my name is (y/n)."
"Alright, (y/n) my child. After you leave..please don't come back here.. and please be careful..my child...i love you.." She hugged me and i hug her back.

And then she leave me, and will not see her again...

"I will always be careful..mom....i love you too.." I mumble, tears coming out from my eyes.
I wipe away my tears and open the door.

I got out from the ruins "ugh! It's so cold here..!" My body is shivering. Even i use hoodie, its still so cold.
And it's also weird. How there's snow in underground???
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-to be continued-