A/N: So, hello everyone. uwu I am happy to present my second fanfiction on this site, an Undertale one. Yeah, I'm kind of obsessed with Undertale now, whoops. ._. But I'll still continue MIBTF! I promise. I'll post the next chapter of that soon. But anyway, besides that, this is a fanfic on an AU I've fallen in love with of Undertale, called Underfell. Basically, it's a super edgy AU where everyone is evil except for Flowey, Frisk, and Chara. And I thought it would be fun to make a fanfiction out of it, lel. Most of the ideas for this are from Tumblr user hotlegmeme(NSFW blog, beware). I'm excited to see how this fanfic turns out, so, without further ado, let the first chapter begin!
Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: humans and monsters. Humans feared the monsters, as they would often hide in the shadows and kill any human that they came in contact with. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell. Thus, the monsters grew disgusted with humans, and many swore to never forgive them for sealing them underground.
However, the barrier keeping the monsters trapped could be shattered with the power of seven human souls. The king of the monsters, King Asgore Dreemurr, swore to destroy every human who ever fell into the underground. If he ended up collecting seven souls, the entire race of monsters would be free once again.
But that hasn't happened yet. And it never will.
After being unconscious for who-knows-how-long, Frisk slowly opened their eyes to nothing but blatant darkness. They blinked, raising their head from the soft, comfortable ground beneath them. They tried to use their arm to prop up, but a shock of agony quickly raced through them, and a slight moan of pain escaped their lips as they lifted their arm back up.
Frisk bit their lip, silently hoping that their arm wasn't broken as they instead used their legs to get up. With their eyesight now adjusted to the dark, the small child looked around the room they were in. The walls were made of stone, and there was a small amount of sunlight filtering down where they stood. That must have been where they fell.
Frisk suddenly noticed a tunnel, or rather a hallway in front of them. I don't have anywhere else to go, they thought solemnly to themself, slowly walking off the bed of golden flowers that they were previously lying on, and continued through the silent hallway.
After a short walk, they were welcomed by another small room. Though this time, there was a small grass patch in the middle. On the grass patch was a peculiar flower. The flower looked at Frisk and grinned—yes, grinned—and its gaze immediately brightened. Frisk walked up to it, rubbing the upper part of their arm awkwardly.
"Howdy!" the flower said gleefully, "I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! Hmmm…you're new to the underground, aren'tcha?"
Frisk nodded. They could hardly believe that a flower was having a conversation with them.
"Golly," Flowey exclaimed, "you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"
Frisk was about to ask what he meant by that, but they were quickly cut off. They gasped as they suddenly saw a red heart floating in front of them, just in between them and Flowey.
"See that heart?" Flowey explained. "That is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV.
"What's LV stand for?" Frisk asked. They were still pretty stunned that their own soul was right in front of their very eyes.
"Why, LOVE of course!" Flowey suddenly looked like he was uneasy. "Uh…LOVE, too, is an acronym. It stands for "Level of Violence," a way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt. And if you kill a lot, you gain more LOVE."
Frisk's eyes widened. "Why would anyone ever want to kill?!" they asked.
"Oh, you'd be surprised…" Flowey's voice trailed off. He gazed down at the ground. "Monsters down here aren't exactly friendly. You're a human, right? Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but you're in danger. Monsters kind of…loathe humans. Down here, its kill or be killed." The flower shuddered. "But…I'm scarred. Terrified, actually. I'm just a small, defenseless flower. I hide here in the Ruins because most monsters don't normally come around these parts. But, I don't know how much more of this I can take!"
Frisk couldn't help but feel bad for him. "That's horrible," they murmured, sighing. What an awful world.
"If you're a human, then you probably came from the surface, right?"
Frisk nodded again. They had just noticed that their soul had disappeared from in front of them.
"Well, I'm sorry to say, but the only way back to where you came from is through the king's castle. That's where the barrier is located, which is where you can escape this wretched place. King Asgore, well…he's kinda a human-killing fanatic, so if you wanna get out of here, it'll be pretty hard to survive."
"Well," Frisk muttered, "um, why don't you come with me? If you live here, then you probably know your way around, and I'll need someone to help me. If you want, that is." They tried to sound strong and determined, but inside, their heart was racing. Could they really survive this type of kill-or-be-killed world? They didn't want to hurt anybody. They didn't even think that they could. They had never seen a real monster before, but they guessed that monsters were probably ten times stronger than humans were.
Flowey's smile returned to his face. "Come with you…?" he repeated. "You'd let me join you?"
"Of course!" Frisk said with false joy.
Flowey paused for a moment, pondering, then looked up sternly at Frisk to confirm. "Okay! I'll come! To be honest with you, it's actually a relief that you're letting me come with you. I'm so scared on my own…at least I'll have someone to protect me."
I'm not even sure if I'll be able to protect myself, Frisk said to themself, then shook off the thought. "So, how exactly are you planning on coming?" they asked Flowey. "You're kind of rooted to the ground."
"Oh, that's easy! Just pull me out."
Frisk raised an eyebrow.
"No, I'm serious. Pull me out. Really. I'm a monster, not some normal flower or anything; I won't die."
"Okay, okay, I got it," Frisk said, getting on one knee to crouch down. They reached out their hand and grabbed a hold of Flowey's stem. Suddenly, they winced and drew their arm back. "I forgot," they sighed, "I think my arm is broken from the fall."
"Hmm," Flowey thought for a moment. "Not to worry! I've got an idea. First, pull me out."
Frisk grabbed Flowey again, this time with their good arm, and yanked them out of the ground. It was surprisingly easy, but that was probably due to the fact that it appeared that Flowey didn't have any roots, only a rather long stem.
"Okay," Flowey instructed," now place me on your broken arm…carefully, so that you don't hurt yourself too bad. Just trust me on this."
Frisk, although unsure, did as told and stretched out their arm, placing Flowey on top of it. With this, Flowey stretched out his stem, wrapping it around Frisk's entire limb. Frisk felt themself loose most of their feeling in their arm, yet it was pretty relieving.
"So I have control of your arm now…at least, I think that's how it works," Flowey said. "But don't worry! It's not like I'll move it or anything. I'll try to stay as still as I can be; I don't want to make it worse than it already is."
"Okay," Frisk said, smiling at the small flower. "I trust you."
"Thanks, um…hey, I realized I never asked you this, but…what's your name?"
"My name? It's Frisk."
"Oh, well…thank you, Frisk." Frisk had never seen a flower blush before. Flowey continued, "I hope we can be good friends. Anyway, if we wanna get out of here, we'll have to escape the Ruins first, and that'll be hard, considering the fact that a certain monster lives here. She may look soft and kind on the outside, but trust me, she won't hesitate to eat you."
Frisk blinked, and Flowey smirked. "Yeah, I didn't stutter. Eat you. It's kinda her thing. Weird, huh? But, hey, I'm not judging or anything. So…maybe we can get by without meeting her. Either way, we better get going. So, onwards, Frisk!"
Frisk chuckled with amusement. They walked forward, towards what seemed to be the exit of the room, which only led to another room. But Flowey seemed to know how to navigate this place, so with the small flower as their companion, they hoped that they could accomplish their goal—to escape the underground and get home safely. Which, seemed sort of impossible, from how gruesome this place was made out to be…but with enough determination, they could accomplish anything! Or, they could try to, anyway.
Frisk looked back at Flowey resting on their arm as they walked. He was staring out in front of them, smiling, his eyes shining with hope.
This was the beginning of a grand adventure.
A/N: Sorry if that ending was painfully cheesy lmao. I tried. Also, I almost forgot to mention that this will most likely be a neutral run of Undertale, or rather, Underfell. So some characters will die, while others won't. I'm going to refrain from making this a true pacifist, for the sake of the super edgy and angsty AU that this is. After all, it's kill or be killed. C: BUT. In some alternate timeline, if I ever end up finishing this fanfiction, then I'll probably consider writing another that is a true pacifist run of Underfell. So, who knows? Anyway, that's it. Nyeh heh heh. /rolls away
