Robert Edwin House-Undertale

The sounds of people slamming shots of all manner of alcoholic beverages onto tables, roulette tables being spun, cards being slapped and shouts of anger and delight occupied The Strip. The Strip, home to many forms of people; New California Republic soldiers hoping for fun, rich gamblers, people hoping to get their big shot at life, comedians, former vault occupants, the likes. Those people were the common folk, there were, however, people far more important and successful than they could ever hope to be. The Courier was a man of great, great power, having slaughtered all those who opposed him and helping those in need with little effort. He had saved President Kimball of the NCR from being killed by the Legion, a ruthless faction based upon the Roman Empire methods, led by the man, if one could grace him with such a title, who called himself Caesar. In turn, the Courier had also saved Caesar from certain death via a brain tumour.

But during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the Courier had betrayed both Caesars Legion and the NCR in one foul swoop, by implanting Mr House into the Hoover Dam substation system, thus granting Mr House full control of the power of the water. With this power, Mr House was able to send it to a hidden Vault in a derelict weather station, full of thousands of PDQ-88B Securitrons, robots of mass power. The Courier went on with this army at hand and began to shape the Mojave to how it was before the war. Along his travels, the Courier was transported to the Big MT, an area occupying five of the smartest people known to mankind. The Big MT was home to lobotomites, people who've had their brains removed and sent out into the Big Empty. Robert House, the de facto ruler of the Mojave, was a man who'd taken his body and hooked it up to a machine that enabled him to oversee the land through his Securitrons and cameras laid about. With the technology that the Courier had garnished, Robert was able to transfer what remained of his brain into an enhanced lobotomite who was sculpted to reflect his pre-war self.

With this new body, that had been enhanced with several cybernetic replacements, (left eye, brain, arms and legs, heart and spine, etc), Robert House was able to task and complete objectives with the help of the Courier ahead of schedule.

There was one location that hadn't been explored yet, however, the mountain known as Mt Ebott.

Robert House breathed in irradiated air and exhaled, letting out a puff of purified air, perks of having replaced ones lungs with some that were cleaner and more efficient at keeping one alive. He was being escorted by two PDQ-88B MK 3 Securitrons. Indistinguishable from the model prior, aside from the new addition of some enhanced scanners and an upgraded on-board repair system, thus increasing their combat effectiveness from 235% to 325%. Throughout the entire journey, the land that they were travelling on was being recorded and transmitted back the Server Banks back at the Lucky 38, being stored for further documentation.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Robert began his trek to the top, passing destroyed trees and desolate, ruined camps as he went. He eventually found himself at the top of Mount Ebott, close by to a hole that seemed to stretch on forever. Walking forwards ever so carefully, Robert was sure that he wouldn't fall in. He, or more rather, his microchip, began to work out the correct calculations and such with little difficulty. Having deemed himself safe, Robert peered into hole that lay before him and dropped in a special device to measure the distance and send the reports back to him. The measurements indicated certain doom. Chuckling to himself, Robert input some information into his Pip-Boy 9000, a Pip-Boy similar to his protégé, the Courier, but outfitted with a radio, a personal workbench and a basic camera drone dispenser.

As Robert was turning to his two Securitrons, a sudden force barrelled into him, propelling him backwards. A blue glow coated the edges of this force, giving an ethereal guise to the seemingly magical presence that had sent him towards the hole. Wind whipped past Robert, disrupting his neatly combed hair and groomed moustache. Screaming the whole way down, Robert was sure he was about to meet his imminent death. His head came into contact with a soft patch of flowers, thus rendering his unconscious. The two Securitrons fell not long after.

Robert House awoke with a headache he had not felt since before the war and let out a grumble of displeasure. He opened his eyes and immediately regrated this decision, for a sudden onset wave of nausea began to pound into his head. After a minute or two of massaging his forehead, Robert opened his eyes and blinked through the bleariness. He saw his two Mk3 Securitrons scanning their immediate surroundings for enemies or some kind of interesting resource, but they only found some buttercups. Buttercups. Buttercups that looked, normal. Lifting his Pip-Boy 9000, Robert pressed a small button and scanned the golden flowers that had somehow cushioned his fall, against all reasonable odds. After waiting a second or two, the scan results came up with a 0% radiation mark.

"Hmmm, pure buttercups? Odd", was the only thought that went through Roberts head.

Slowly making his way up, leaning on his Securitrons for support, Robert took in his surroundings. At his feet lay a patch of golden buttercups. Twisting his head to the side, Robert was only meet with grey, stone walls. Seeing an opening on the far side of the natural room, Robert made towards it, with no clear intention in mind other than him escaping. Darkness ensnared Robert, and his hopes were dashed away, till he was meet with a peculiar sight.

In the centre of the dark room was a flower. A buttercup that had something akin to a face, of a sort.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! Annnd, your new best friend!" Several things were going through Flowey's head at this time. The height of this human. The two metal things that reminded him of Mettaton that were currently behind the human. Except for the fact that they were rolling on singular wheels, had a T shaped chassis, a TV displaying a soldier head for a face, two tube-like arms and an array of glowing buttons adorning its right hand and chest. (For reference, just search up PDQ-88B Securitron). His obvious age. But most importantly, was the soul that the human no doubt had.

"Hmmm, you look a little confused. This is the underground! Let me give you a little introduction as to how things work around here!" began Flowey, anxiously waiting for what was to come next.

Robert regarded the situation with a keen interest, one that only a scientist would hold. This mutant was like no other, having evolved to resemble a flower. Remaining silent, Robert watched and waited for the response from this, 'Flowey'. A sudden chill seemed to emanate from everywhere and no-where at once, and the flower-mutant winked.

"This, copper looking gear, is your soul! The very accumulation of your being! Right now, you have a weak soul, but you can make it stronger by collecting LV! What's LV you ask?" Flowey continued, regardless of the raised eyebrows from Robert, who was fascinated with moving and feeling his new-found soul, "Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you? Just move your soul around and collect these friendliness pellets of mine!" Flowey concluded, before raising up several odd white-seed-pellet-things. Robert took a quick picture from his Pip-Boy 9000 for further documentation.

Robert let in a sudden breathe of air, realising that something was currently happening. The mutant had sent forth the pellets that it had somehow, summoned, and had sent them towards him. With little difficulty, Robert was able to manoeuvre his soul to doge all of the pellets sent towards him.

"Heh, it seems that you, accidently, failed! That's fine! Just, run into the friendliness pellets, won't you?" Flowey seemed to let out a sigh of frustration, clearly annoyed.

They came again. Robert dodged yet again. Flowey seemed to become even more irritated. But Robert wasn't scared, why should he be? He had robots of mass power and destruction that could easily neutralize this small threat. But that didn't mean Robert was going to let this abomination infect him with its filthy radiation.

"Cease aggressive behaviour", came the threatening, monotone response from both of the Securitrons, X-25 Glasington House Gatling Laser's raised.

Flowey's face morphed into a hungry, horrifying demon with black eyes and an incredibly long tongue. He simply chuckled in response and diverted his pellets towards the 2 PDQ-88B Securitrons, one clear intention in mind. To the displeasure of Flowey, these attacks were useless, as the Securitrons had no souls, just complex programming. This causing Flowey to stop. The Securitrons left 'hand' began to spin, signalling Flowey's imminent demise. Before Flowey could escape, or be reverted to a pile of ash, an odd figure walked in.

It had been a normal morning for Toriel, the usual, mundane routine that she had grown so accustomed to. She had passed some froggits along the way, scared some whimsuns, danced with some moldsmal, the likes. As she came to her final stop, she realised that something was different. Increasing her pace, she made for the entry-way, to the burial place of her adopted child. She entered and was left flabbergasted and speechless. There were two golems of a sort, both charging up a fire spell, a buttercup with a demonic face and a human. Snapping out of her stupor, Toriel was about to resolve the situation.

Robert saw his 2 Securitrons beginning to warm up their Gatling Lasers and ordered them to stop via a microchip embedded into the depths of his brain. They stopped immediately, forever loyal to the chains of code that bound them to the will of Mr House. During this time, another mutant walked in through the arch that was implemented in the stone. It had a calming nature about it, but still managed to project a daunting and imposing stance, similar to that of a parent. Flowey's face morphed back into the 'happy' one that Robert was associated with and faced the new arrival.

Toriel saw the horrid flower that had showed up un-announced on several occasions. It had appeared numerous times, usually to torment the creatures that in-habit the Ruins, but other times it had found enjoyment through scaring her with a vile, disgusting face that oozed an odd black substance. Raising her hand she was prepared to send forth a super-heated ball of fire. The fire ball was summoned and she flung it towards the creature with intense speed, forcing it to cower below the ground.

"What a miserable, abhorrent creature to torture such a youth, man, like you. Come along chil-, ahem, friend, let me show you the Ruins." Toriel had to pause several times while saying this, her usual mantra unusable for this situation. All the humans that had fallen down were children, much to Toriel's dismay. It pained her to know that such young people who hadn't experienced life had fallen prey to Asgore's trident.

Normally, most children that Toriel had encountered had shown bewilderment and kindness to her. Some apprehension, but most were happy with her. Robert, however, wasn't a child and was far more interested with the science of such matters. And so he responded accordingly.

"Mutant, identify yourself. I've never seen a strand of the Forced Evolutionary Virus affect a human so. Odd." Robert demanded, his British accent cold and calculating.

Toriel had felt as if a chill had entered the room. Only Sans had brought on this feeling, once. Frisk, the most recent human to fall into the depths of the Underground had an odd discussion with Sans. Toriel hadn't heard the full transaction, but their body language was all she needed to know that things were getting heated. She could've sworn that Sans' eye had lit up a bright, piercing blue that seemed to be lit on fire. Getting thrown back into the present from another verbal prod from newest human, Toriel was to answer his question.

The mutant, whose name Robert hadn't been able to find out about just yet, had her eyes glazed over in deep thought. After clearing his throat, she seemed to snap out of her stupor.

"What do you mean my child? I'm not ill, if that's what you were wondering. . ." began Toriel, "My name is Toriel and I am the care-taker of these Ruins. Come along now and I'll show you how things work around here." Toriel explained warmly.

Robert, still precautious after his encounter with Flowey, decided to follow along with this, Toriel, not scared in the slightest. He was more than capable of dealing with any heated combat situation, and his radiation resistance was up to par with the mutants above ground themselves. He simply nodded his head and followed after the goat-mutant that was going to give him the grand-tour. Robert heard his two Securitrons rolling after him, their weapons concealed from view.

Entering the room to the side, Robert was met with, what he assumed, a grand entryway. Lining the white path were red flower petals, from pre-war roses he guessed. Two sets of stairs fed into a stone area, chiselled down to perfection. But what really startled Robert was the hovering, glowing star that shimmered a few metres in front of him. It was mesmerising and rather hypnotic. Robert felt himself move forwards on impulse, drawn to its calming and friendly nature it oozed out. His hand came into contact and yet it didn't burn like he had thought, neither did it feel comforting. It was cold and life-less. Snapping his hand out, Robert felt a voice, from where he couldn't identify, speak softly to him. It told him of a 'save point' and 'DETERMINATION'. Robert decided that the best way to deal with this was to try to block out any thought of this event. However unsuccessful it may be. With his eyes dancing across the room, peering into any and all corners that lacked light, Robert marched forwards, with the intent of escaping the presence of the star and the DETERMINATION that it carried.