Underfriend - Part 1 - Error Message

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*DISCLAIMER*

If the fifth TBF book isn't finished by the time you're reading this and you don't like spoilers, please don't read it. There is a major spoiler in the first paragraph of this book. You have been warned. Same applies if it's finished but you haven't read it yet.

If it's finished and you have read it then uh.. proceed.
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Emilia was sitting on her bed, texting her friends Jimmy and Carly in a group chat. She wanted to smile so badly, because it was her friends that were doing most of the talking, and Emilia knew too well that Jimmy had a crush on Carly. However, she was quite stressed, as she was finding it difficult to get used to her older sister not being there anymore, as she had recently gotten engaged to Emilia's other friend, H, and she had decided to live with him. He was also Carly's older brother. Emilia usually cringed at the thought of H being with her sister, but she knew she had to learn to get over it. Especially since she had a crush on him, and he would eventually become her brother-in-law.

She had been texting her friends for a while now, when she noticed that her desktop PC was turned on. That, however, was strange, as she had no recollection of turning it on, whatsoever.

Lazily, she clambered out of bed, and went to turn it off. As she did, however, she noticed that there was an error message at the top of her screen. It was about her Undertale application. She opened it up, and saw the story about the monsters and humans, and it was all normal. She thought it was strange that the error message had even appeared there in the first place, but as she turned it off again, something strange happened.

Emilia was no longer in her bedroom. She was in some sort of strange black abyss, with only one source of light, and it was shining directly over her head. She looked down, confused. On the ground was a patch of golden flowers, which she was standing on. Feeling guilty about squashing them, she stepped onto the black floor. Feeling even more stressed than before, she raised her hands to move her hair from her face, when she realised that she wasn't wearing her normal clothes either, and her hair was no longer in the ponytail she usually had it in. Instead, it fell down her back and over her shoulders, and was slightly wavier than usual. She was wearing a very long, light blue jumper, with two vivid purple stripes across the middle, which was far to big for her, and dark grey tights under it. However, her feet wore no shoes. She somehow wondered why she wasn't cold, considering the lack of daylight, and heating.

It took her a few moments to realise what had just happened. When she did, she panicked, but she was also really excited. She was inside Undertale, which was her favourite game she had ever played, and she had played a lot, but she had no idea how to get out. She was supposed to represent the character Frisk, who is the character you are supposed to play as in the game, which meant she either had to make it back home with all of the characters, or with none. She decided to rule out any of the Neutral Routes, since the game has to be reset each time you play one, and she refused to play Genocide, which left her with the Pacifist Run. Except, she couldn't just win by sparing everyone. She'd have to go back and befriend them all, meaning she'd have to do the True Pacifist Route.

Still stressed, she roamed further into the abyss, although, she could somehow still see the path she was supposed to take.

Eventually, Emilia came across a large purple door. Part of her did not want to go through, but she knew that this was the beginning of her long journey to safety.

Walking through the door, she wondered what meeting Flowey the Flower would be like, and how easy or hard it would be to dodge all of the characters' attacks. Then she saw someone sitting in a patch of grass, under a spotlight, and they definitely weren't a flower. They were someone she knew only too well.

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