A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

Just Passing Through (Prototype/Undertale)

"Uuurrghh..." A man groaned into a handful of flowers. Blinking, he frowned at the yellow covering his sight before slowly pushing himself up. Pale blue eyes looked around in confusion.

He was sitting on a patch of golden flowers, also the only patch of sunlight in the area. Surrounding him are large cavernous walls, and looking up, he saw a hole of light where he assumed he fell down. Alex's frown deepened. While he's not surprised that a fall that high didn't kill him, as he's been through worse, the fact that he had lost consciousness for whatever reason was a bit concerning.

Not to mention, he didn't remember how he got here in the first place. His low biomass levels tell him that he must've been in a fight that incapacitated him. And somehow he ended up here.

Growling in frustration, he got up. Memory loss reminded him of when he was first technically 'born'. Confused, weak, and afraid as he stumbled around with guns and helicopters on his ass. He did still managed to fend them off though, jumping above walls, running up buildings, throwing projectiles at helicopters...

Not bad for a "newborn."

Well, if whoever put him here expected him to as confused, weak, and afraid as he was then, they got another thing coming.

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.... Okay, maybe he IS confused.

"You're new to the Underground, aren't cha?"

There's a talking flower in front of him.

He repeat.

There is. A talking. Flower. In front. Of him.

What the hell.

Suddenly, he felt a pressure originating in his chest, as if someone was trying to bring something out, but it faded away and Flowey was looking at him dumbstruck.

"You don't...have a soul?"

Alex Mercer, man-made and man-eating virus extraordinaire, raised an eyebrow. He scoffed, "Souls don't exist. And if they do, then I don't have one."

Flowey spluttered, petals swaying with the movements of his head, "What kind of human has no soul?!"

"I'm not human." He said flatly.

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Alex strode behind the anthropomorphic female goat who introduced herself as Toriel. He had heard her arrive when Flowey was busy staring at him like the flower's brain had blue screened (do sentient flowers even have brains?), and the flower then dug underground the moment he saw the goat.

At this point, Alex was half convinced he was in a hallucination, as much as a sentient virus can hallucinate. The question is, how? Did Blackwatch capture him and this is a new type of gas? A gas designed to lock his mental functions away while they conducted experiments on his body?

He narrowed his eyes. But his surroundings seemed too clear for that.

Currently, Toriel is his only source of somewhat non-hostile connection in this place called Underground, so she's safe from being consumed for now. Maybe if he comes across another one of those frog monsters. He needed to replenish his biomass, and the information gained would be quite helpful.

Also... his sister will be upset if she finds out that he hurt someone who wanted to help him.

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Black and red tentacles made up of fleshy tendrils emerged from his back and dug into the monster's flesh ruthlessly. The froggit barely managed a weak croak of pain and terror as the virus sought to infect its flesh.