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UT: Unbound Souls

🇵🇭LazySatanixDevil
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Synopsis
After a tragic accident, a young boy named Vance wakes up in the world of Undertale his favorite game. Reincarnated as a human with magic powers, he finds himself living alongside the monsters he once knew only from his screen. With familiar faces and unexpected adventures around every corner, Vance explores the Underground, builds new friendships, and navigates the challenges of this strange new life. But will he be able to create his own story, or is he destined to follow the path laid out in the game? A tale of discovery, growth, and the chance to live out a dream. --------------------------------------------------------------- It is mostly a side fic while I write my KHR fic so the update schedule may vary Fic also includes characters from Deltarune and Undertale Yellow. --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character other than my OCs. The cover art credit: Moonyue
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 : Awaken

Vance's eyes snapped open, and he gasped, sitting up quickly. His head felt like it was going to split in two. He pressed his hands to his temples, blinking hard. "Oww… That hurt."

The first thing Vance noticed when he opened his eyes was the smell. It was sweet, kind of like the wildflowers he used to pick with his little sister. His head felt fuzzy, like the time he got sick and stayed in bed all day, and everything around him looked blurry. His stomach ached, and his arms felt too weak to move.

"Where... where am I?" he mumbled, his voice tiny and cracked.

He blinked a few times, squinting at the dim light around him. There were flowers—yellow ones—all over the ground. They looked soft, and when he touched them, they felt silky and cool against his fingers. Slowly, he sat up, wincing as his whole body complained. His arms were covered in scrapes, and his legs felt like jelly.

"Did... did I fall?" he whispered, looking up. Above him was a jagged hole in the ceiling, way too far up to climb back out. His heart skipped a beat. "I did fall! But... but why didn't I die?"

He looked at the flowers again. "Did these save me?" His small fingers brushed against the petals, and he gave a shaky laugh. "That's dumb. Flowers can't do that... right?"

He wasn't sure if he should cry or laugh. He was alive, which was good, but everything else felt wrong. His stomach growled loudly, and he clutched it with both hands.

"I'm so hungry..."

The cave around him was quiet except for his voice, which sounded small and scared. He pulled his knees to his chest, his eyes darting to the shadows that stretched across the walls.

"Okay, okay. Just think, Vance. Think," he said, his voice shaking. "What happened? How did I... how did I get here?"

He closed his eyes, trying to remember. Images flickered in his mind—his legs running, the sound of leaves crunching, and then... falling. He remembered the wind rushing past him, the terrifying drop, and then everything going black.

"I was running away," he murmured. "That's right. I was running away from... from—"

And suddenly, another memory hit him, a memory that wasn't about the fall. It was something else, something older. He squeezed his eyes shut as his chest tightened. He saw a different scene—a street, bright lights, and his mom holding his hand.

He gasped. "No... no, I remember now."

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"This… this isn't my first life," Vance whispered, the words spilling from his lips before he even understood them. His chest tightened as memories began flooding back, like pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.

He pressed his hands against his head. "No, no... I remember. I used to... I used to have a different life. A happy one."

He shut his eyes tight, and the cave around him melted away. In his mind, he was somewhere else—somewhere warm, bright, and full of laughter.

Vance could see it so clearly now: his old home. It wasn't big or fancy, just a cozy little house with a blue roof and a swing in the backyard. He remembered the sound of the creaky wooden stairs and the smell of pancakes every Saturday morning.

"Come on, Vance! Hurry up, or we'll eat without you!" That was Mia's voice—his little sister. Well, one of them.

"I'm coming!" he'd shout back, grinning as he bounded down the stairs.

Mia and Lily were twins, but they couldn't be more different. Mia was always loud and energetic, dragging Vance into whatever mischief she could think up. Lily, on the other hand, was quieter, preferring to sit by the window and draw.

"Big bro!" Mia would whine, tugging on his sleeve. "Let's play tag! Come on, pleeeease?"

Lily would roll her eyes from the couch, her crayons scattered across the coffee table. "Don't listen to her. She just wants to win for once."

"Do not!" Mia would pout, stomping her foot.

Vance laughed at the memory, his lips trembling as the past unfolded in his mind like an old movie reel.

His mom's voice came next, calling from the kitchen. "Kids, breakfast is ready! Don't make me come in there and drag you all out!"

Vance could still smell the syrup and melted butter on the pancakes. His mom always made them into funny shapes—smiley faces, hearts, even dinosaurs.

"Mom's pancakes are the best," he murmured to himself, his heart aching as he remembered the warm smiles and laughter that filled the dining table.

His dad wasn't home as much—his job kept him busy—but when he was, he made every moment count. Vance loved sitting on his dad's lap while he read aloud from storybooks, using silly voices for all the characters.

"Captain Vance!" his dad would say, hoisting him onto his shoulders. "What's the mission for today?"

"Defeat the evil pirate, Mia!" Vance would shout, holding an imaginary sword.

"Hey! I'm not evil!" Mia would yell back, chasing them around the house with a wooden spoon.

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School had been good, too. Vance had a group of friends he hung out with every day during recess. They'd play soccer, trade snacks, and argue over the best superheroes.

He remembered the last day of school before summer vacation. His friends had been so excited, making plans to visit the waterpark together.

"Don't forget to bring your floaties, Vance!" one of them had teased.

"I don't need floaties!" he'd shot back, laughing as they ran to catch the bus.

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But then came the day everything changed.

It had started out so normal. He was walking home from school with his mom, holding her hand like always. The sky was a bright blue, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" his mom had asked, smiling down at him.

"Mac and cheese!" Vance had said without hesitation.

"Again? You're going to turn into a noodle one of these days," she teased, ruffling his hair.

They were crossing the street when it happened.

The memory hit Vance like a punch to the gut. He flinched, his breathing quickening as the scene played out in his mind.

There was a loud screech of tires. A horn blared, and people screamed.

"Vance, look out!" his mom yelled, shoving him back.

But it was too late.

The truck came barreling through the intersection, and Vance barely had time to register the blinding headlights before everything went dark.

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He gasped, clutching his chest as he snapped back to reality. His heart pounded so hard it hurt, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I died," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I really died…"

The weight of the memory pressed down on him like a boulder. He buried his face in his hands, his small body trembling.

"They were so happy... We were so happy," he sobbed. "Why did it have to end?"

He sat there for what felt like forever, his cries echoing softly in the cavern. But as the tears dried, new memories began to surface—memories of his current life.

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"This life," he muttered bitterly, his hands balling into fists. "This life is nothing like the one I had before."

His mind drifted to the shabby little house he'd grown up in, so different from his old one. The walls were cracked, the roof leaked when it rained, and it always smelled like something rotten.

His dad was nothing like the loving father he'd had before. He was angry all the time, yelling at Vance for the smallest mistakes.

"Why can't you be useful for once?" his dad's voice echoed in his head.

And his mom? She didn't care. She was too busy sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, to notice anything.

Vance had learned early on that he couldn't rely on them. He'd taught himself how to cook, how to sew his torn clothes, and even how to read using old newspapers.

He sniffled, hugging his knees. "I never even got to go to school. Not once in this life…"

For nine years, he had survived in that miserable house, clinging to the faint hope that things might get better. But they didn't. They only got worse.

The final straw had been the night he overheard his dad's phone call.

"Yeah, I've got a kid," his dad had said, his voice cold and uncaring. "Some rich guy's willing to pay good money for him. I'll send him off next week."

Vance had felt like the ground had been ripped out from under him. His own father was going to sell him. He couldn't believe it.

"No way," he whispered to himself. "No way I was going to let that happen."

So he ran.

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He had taken whatever he could fit into his pockets—a piece of bread, a small flashlight, and a crumpled photo of his old family, the one he had somehow kept through all these years. Then he slipped out the back door and didn't look back.

He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he had to get as far away as possible.

Eventually, he found himself in the mountains. He thought he could hide there, maybe find a cave to sleep in until he figured out what to do next. But then he slipped.

The fall had been long and terrifying, and for a moment, he thought he was going to die. But somehow, he had survived.

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Vance wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing dirt and tears together. His chest still felt heavy, but he couldn't sit there forever. He glanced around the cavern, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The soft glow of the yellow flowers cast a faint golden hue on the stone walls, making the room feel almost magical despite its eerie silence.

"They... they saved me," he whispered, his small voice barely echoing in the quiet. His fingers brushed against the petals one last time. They felt cool and smooth, like silk. "Thank you."

His stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment. He placed a hand over his belly, grimacing. "I'm so hungry," he muttered, his tone edged with frustration. He glanced around, his gaze settling on the faint light spilling into the cavern from a dark corridor ahead.

"I need to find food," he decided, trying to sound brave even though his voice wavered. "And a way out. There has to be a way out."

Vance pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him. His whole body felt weak and shaky, like a piece of string about to snap. He rubbed at his sore arms, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

"Okay," he said to no one in particular. "One step at a time."

The room was still and cold, and the silence made every shuffle of his feet sound too loud. As he stumbled toward the corridor, he turned back for one last look at the flowers. They seemed to glow even brighter now as if they were trying to comfort him.

"Thank you," he whispered again, his chest tightening. He wasn't sure if he was talking to the flowers or something else, but it felt right to say it.

With that, he turned and stepped into the dark hallway, each step feeling heavier than the last. The air grew cooler as he moved forward, and the soft golden light of the flowers faded behind him.

Unbeknownst to Vance, the patch of yellow flowers behind him began to shimmer faintly, their golden glow pulsing ever so slightly. A faint wisp of light emerged, twisting and curling like smoke. Slowly, it began to take the form of a vague, ghostly figure of a young girl, no older than Vance himself.

The figure hovered silently over the flowers, her translucent body flickering in and out like a flame struggling to stay lit. Her features were blurred, almost indistinct, and her expression was blank as if she didn't fully understand what she was.

Her eyes, wide and searching, scanned the cavern with a flicker of confusion.

"Where... am I?" she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. It was soft and hollow, carrying a hint of loneliness. "Who... am I?"

She drifted slightly, her form wavering like mist in the breeze. For a moment, she seemed to focus on the faint footprints Vance had left behind on the cavern floor, her head tilting slightly in curiosity.

Something about those footprints drew her attention—a faint warmth, an echo of something she couldn't name. It was as if they resonated with a part of her that had been sleeping for a very long time.

Her gaze turned toward the direction Vance had gone, her shape flickering faintly as she tried to move. But she didn't follow him. Not yet. She hovered above the flowers, her presence weak and fragile, as if tethered to the golden glow beneath her.

"I... don't understand," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why... now?"

The golden glow of the flowers pulsed once more, casting a soft light across the cavern. The girl's form flickered, her presence barely holding together as she stared into the darkness of the hallway. Something about Vance's presence, his unique soul, had stirred her into existence—something both familiar and foreign to her.

And as the faint warmth of his compassion lingered in the air, she whispered, her voice fading into the stillness of the cave:

"Why... does it feel like I know you?"

The cavern grew silent again, the only sound the faint echoes of Vance's footsteps disappearing into the distance.