Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Six: Reality's Touch

Everything was a blur after eating the pie. All Via could remember were panicked screams and shouts, and maybe something about being lifted up by someone. Now she was floating, floating in a strange, black void, nothing in sight, though with her eyesight, that was rather normal. However, this blackness, this endless abyss... It was almost suffocating.

         Then everything hit her at once.

         Suddenly, pictures and scenes filled the void, startling the poor girl as she tried to make sense of it all. It all went by in a blur, but she tried her best to make sense of the sudden chaos, even if her efforts were futile. First two people appeared, towering above her, the one man there smiling as she heard them mumble what sounded like her name. She felt like they were important, but didn't know how they were, and she didn't have time to speculate on them when she was plunged through even more visions. Faces and places all blurred together, and she didn't recognize hardly any of it, until she saw a more familiar face...

         There was Toriel. At least, she figured it was Toriel. No, it had to be her. There was no other goat-person she knew, and the other two in the painting in the underground city didn't match her attire. It was a blur of purple, Toriel, and then suddenly white. Everything felt cold. Why did it feel so cold?

         Then came the blue and black, splashing through the water. Where was she? The child didn't know, nor did she have time to speculate, for now she was running, shouts coming from behind her. The fear was overwhelming. Make it stop! Make it stop...! Now she was hiding. She had to be hiding. She wasn't moving, but the yelling was still there, even if Via couldn't make any of it out. The child was too focused on unwrapping a pie.

         A pie...

         The same one she had eaten. There it was. It looked a little smashed, but there it was. It looked like she was about to take a bite of it. No. No no no.

         Via remembered the recent pain she'd felt when she'd eaten that pie at Toriel's house. The pain in her stomach, the inability to breathe, the echoing shouts of her friends as they tried to figure out what to do. 'Don't eat it!' she shrieked, but nothing worked. She ate the butterscotch-cinnamon pie, fear coursing through her veins.

         The child felt the same pain she had gone through earlier, the symptoms all the same as before, except now with more fear. She didn't know if the fear was her own, or if it was being enforced by the simulations, but it was effective nonetheless.

         She was terrified.

         Her eyes flew open, suddenly blinded by the light. She didn't know where she was. Where was this place?! Where are her friends?! Air. She needed air. She needed air quick!

         There was stuff on her, some strange rubbery stuff. The child ripped it off, and a strange flat beeping sound filled the room, suddenly accompanied by the sounds of yelling and screaming, the screaming coming from the poor panicked girl.

         "Help!" she cried, trying to make sense of it all. She could breathe, but at the same time, she couldn't. She was too scared. So many questions yet no answers. "Vera! Gabriel! Somebody help me!"

         Someone grabbed her arms and she fought back, desperately calling for her friends as she tried to free herself from her captors.

         It was only when a sudden pain went through her arm till everything went black once more.

        "I still don't understand the issue here," said Toriel, her hands folded neatly in front of her in a relaxed yet formal manner. Beside her stood Frisk, his brown eyes trained on the woman in front of them with concern as well as what appeared to be suspicion on his face. They were no longer at the house, of course. They were somewhere else, a place Frisk didn't like visiting. But, it seemed he could never avoid this place and would have to deal with it once again.