Updated 7/27/20
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Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the odd lighting.
Where am I?
You prop yourself up with your arms, examining the yellow flowers beneath you. You grasped a petal, putting it up to your face.
I've never seen these before. . .
You stood on top of the flower bed, looking up at the hole you came down from. It felt oddly sentimental.
I don't think I'm getting back up there. Too bad the fall didn't kill me.
You look around at the stone, or what seems like stone, walls.
What is this place? Wait. . . Have I finally reached Hell? Am I dead?
Your legs started to move on their own in curiosity, finding a large entryway into a very dark plain room with only a single patch of. . . grass?
You walk closer.
"Howdy!"
You fall backwards at the sudden voice, looking down at the boy.
Is that the devil?
"Am I dreaming?" You say to yourself.
"Nope. You aren't dreaming. I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower!" Flowey says, beaming at you.
Fuck.
He was the height of a kid, sitting on that patch of grass you were looking at earlier. His hair was yellow and in the shape of flower petals around his head.
Odd, but okay. I've seen weirder hairstyles on drag queens(I'm not against drag queens, don't come at me-).
"I'm (Y/n)." You say, suspiciously eyeing Flowey.
Never in my life am I going to trust a boy that looks like a flower.
Flowey pauses for a moment, eyeing you back. He seems to be focusing on something.
.
Is there something on my face?
.
"You're different from the others." Flowey mumbles, still inspecting you from afar.
"What do you mean? There are others? Where?" You question, sitting criss-crossed in front of Flowey.
You await a response.
You both stare at each other.
"Hello. . . ?" You wave your hand in front of his face.
If you were lucky, someone could tell you where you are. Someone. . . normal.
He wraps a vine around your wrist, pulling you closer to him. Where the vine came from, you didn't know.
I knew not to trust a flower-boy.
"Oh, you fuc-" You get cut off, struggling to get out of the vine.
"In this world, its KILL or BE KILLED. The others were past humans who have lost their souls down here, like you will too." Flowey's face distorts into a malicious grin as he watches your reactions.
You continue struggling, feeling strength muster up in your arm, breaking the vine. Flowey lost HP.
"Wha-" Flowey turned and gave you a very odd look of surprise. He looked more mad than ever.
"Who ARE you[*insert kid with the kazoo*]?" Flowey went inches away from your face, questioning you.
You opened your mouth slightly to speak when a whiff of heat flew across your face. Flowey got hit by a stray fireball, coming from the right- ?
I have to seriously get off of whatever these drugs are or get out of this place.
Is it me or this place that's on drugs?
You looked to your right and saw a very tall lady with white hair coming your way with a purple dress on. It seemed to have some sort of symbol on it, but for all you knew it was just decoration.
What? Who?
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth. . . " the lady says.
She approaches you and you back away, standing up quickly from the floor.
"Ah, do not be afraid my child. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RUINS. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come down here in a long time." She says with a smile, comforting you in a way.
You decide to stay silent. You were never much of a talker, but you don't feel afraid of her. You only talked to Flowey because you thought you were dreaming. Now that you knew you were, in fact, alive, you realized that you have more problems to worry about.
Though, she is almost like a mom figure.
You haven't had one of those in a long time.
Nonetheless, after what Flowey said, maybe staying silent is better for you.
"Come!" Toriel grabs your hand gently, tugging you along a path. "I will guide you through the catacombs."
So I've met an evil talking flower-boy and now a mom-like lady that will now walk through the RUINS with me? I'm going to need a 5-Subject College Ruled Notebook to write all this down.
Pfft- what am I thinking?
Toriel guides you through puzzles and let's you try some on your own. While you were walking she called to ask if you liked Butterscotch or Cinnamon.
She guessed that you liked Cinnamon, and that you felt like an old friend of hers. For some reason, you feel like you've met her too. She let's you practice with a dummy in between.
"You're going to encounter monsters, but you can always talk to them and resort to sparing instead of fighting! Here, try it on this dummy." Toriel walks you over to the dummy.
I used to know someone who had a dummy like this for punching practice.
You enter a fight with the dummy.
Ah, so I have a heart? I think I heard someone call this a soul before. Yes, a soul. And she wants me to talk to it? Why? It's a dummy.
Oh well.
*ACT
*Talk
Uhm, yes, the weather is. .
You look up at the RUINS ceiling.
pretty rocky today. (HAHA)
You swore you saw a glint of indescribable anger in the dummy's face.
*Spare
You exit the fight and look at Toriel who beams at you.
"Yes! Good Job!" She claps at you with a gleeful smile.
"Come, my child." She grabs your hand and walks with you to her home.
I-
"My child"?
You look around on the inside finding it quite comforting. It looks small, but for only two people it's quite enough room. Soon enough, you found the bedrooms and have explored most of the house.
One of the rooms were under 'renovation' it said, but you pay no mind to it. Maybe she was just making a storage room or something around that.
A delicious scent passes through the hallway. You are immediately drawn to the kitchen to see a butterscotch-cinnamon pie sitting on the stove. You draw nearer to notice that it's too hot to eat and the size is slightly intimidating.
How can I pie intimidate me?
Sulking, you wander back into the living room where Toriel is sitting in her seat by the fireplace, reading a book about snails.
"Toriel?" You ask, sitting on the floor beside her chair.
Toriel looks up from her book, surprised of the sudden talking. It's been silent for so long. "Yes, my child?"
"This is a really nice place, but how can I go back home?" You tilt your head at her, awaiting an answer.
Not like you really had a home to get back to. More so, you just wanted to get out of whatever place this was.
"This IS your home, there is no need to go back." Toriel calmly speaks to you, setting her book in her lap.
"Okay." You decide to leave it at that for the moment because you are feeling tired.
This is too much for my brain to handle. Wait. Do I have a brain?
You step into the small bedroom, feeling yourself sink into the little bed. Soon you felt your eyes drifted closed, falling asleep.
Toriel took a peek in the room, seeing that you were asleep.
"Oh, you're sleeping. I'll let you rest."
Toriel walks in softly, placing a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie on the center of the rug next to the bed.
"Sweet dreams." Toriel closed the door back.
WORD COUNT: 1387
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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter -3-
As you may have already noticed, italics are used when the reader is thinking something. I try to take certain dialogues out of the actual game by playing through and writing down what they say into my phone.
So, I'm just trying to give you loaves the initial story before everything starts to go its own way.
Thank you for reading! :>