|REMEMBRANCE|

Scorn - The feeling or belief that someone or something is worthless or despicable.

WARNING! This story contains mature themes, blood, death and some adult language. A PG 13 read.

Chapter 1: What Is Home?

Through all the vines, and crumbling rocks, lay a human child on a bed of red flowers that glowed brightly from the shining light above. The child's red sweater blended in with the rouge flowers. Their outfit made them look like they were of the flowers, however their pale skin was the only thing you could see to tell that they were human. Not even their short, dark, red-brown hair helped pointing them out.

The child lay there, without movement, and if you had stood there with them, you'd think they'd be dead. However, the child was not dead. Just unconscious.

Suddenly, a strange blow of cold wind from the cave flew past the unconscious child. The howling of the wind sounded like a voice. Get up. The wind whistled, then moved on like it was never there. The child slowly started to move. The child's chest moved with their breaths. Now it was true they weren't dead, but they did seem to be hurt.

The child woke up dazed and confused. They slowly opened their eyes, which were as red as the flowers below them, maybe brighter. Their head hurt like they hit it against a rock. Their head wasn't bleeding, but it was scratched. The rest of their body hurt more though. Their pale white face was lying flat on a large bed of red flowers that looked an awful like poppies. They moved their blood red eyes around to see where they were. They couldn't see much. Just flowers in their eyes. They didn't seem to know where they were. They tried moving their arms to lift themselves from where they were laying.

Though their arms ached, they managed to lift their small, weak, helpless self from the flower bed. They were now sitting up, moving their head around to get a better sense of where they were. They saw a large, dark, empty room with a light shining above them. They looked up to see a hole in the ceiling of what looked like rocks. The child realized they were in a hole, and they were deep down, so they didn't bother of thinking to climb back up. They never remembered falling down a hole, but then again, at the moment they couldn't remember a lot of things. They knew their name, but that was about it. They couldn't remember anything about before they got there.

The young human looked down again and tried to look for an exit that might lead them back up. With more of their strength, they managed to stand up on their feet using a nearby sturdy stick. They thought that it would be good to have handy, so they held onto it.

They were in a strange new place, there could be dangerous creatures that might want to attack them. They started walking off into the darkness of the room and came across a large pillar doorway with an odd symbol on it. A circle with wings and beneath it were three triangles. Two facing upward on the sides and one facing downward in the middle. They thought it was odd that a door like this would be in a cave or something but they just wanted to get out of this place.

They walked through the door and just a little further they could see another flower bed with the same flowers but it was much smaller than the other one. They walked forward a bit and as they got closer, one of the red flowers popped up and turned toward them with big white eyes and a face. They jumped back immediately pointing their stick out to defend themselves. The flower also had a shock of surprise as it also put up its defences with little white pellet like things circling it.

Both the child and the flower were scared. The two were staring at each other with scared eyes. Neither one moving, or wanting to move. The child lowered their stick as they saw the flower's state. It's petals seemed torn and it looked just as scared as they did. The child felt sorry for it.

On the other hand, it was a flower with a face. It could be a trick of the eyes, then again, maybe not. When the flower saw the child lower their defence, it lowered it's. The circling pellets disappeared.

"H-howdy." it greeted the small human kindly with a small, childlike voice.

"I'm Flowey. F-flowey the flower." It said almost smiling to see them

"You're a human, right?" it asked them tilting it's head

"Y-yes." The human replied in a soft, quiet voice.

"What's your name then, human?" it asked the child another question seeming a bit more comfortable with them.

"M-my name?" They stuttered a bit still a little shocked to see a talking flower in front of them.

Thankfully, that was the one thing they did remember. Their name.

"My name is Frisk." They replied still unsure whether to trust the flower or not.

"Frisk, huh? That's a nice name." The flower said looking less scared of the child now.

"And your name is Flowey...right?" Frisk asked softly

"Y-yes. Now you have to listen to me," Flowey said as Frisk started to tilt their head questioning what the small flower was going to say

"It's very dangerous here Underground. I can get you out but we'll have to go through the rest of this place." Flowey turned his head around to look further into the dark hallway.

"You mean...I can...go home?" The child asked sounding a bit cheerful at the thought of getting out of the deep hole they had somehow fallen into.

"Y-yes. You can go home." Flowey said sounding a bit upset as he turned his head back towards Frisk.

Frisk took no sight of this, and smiled slightly as the flower motioned them to come closer. As they walked towards the flower, Frisk felt scared. They didn't fully trust this flower yet, but they wanted to. The flower motioned them with his black leaves to sit down. Frisk did as instructed.

"Put out your hand Frisk." Flowey asked them and Frisk did so.

Flowey then, slowly, proceed to climb up Frisk's right arm. Frisk felt very frightened that the flower was 'crawling' on them.

Flowey saw how uncomfortable Frisk was with this but Flowey reassured them.

"Frisk. It's easier to help you this way. If I'm on the ground, I won't be much of a help."

Frisk nodded coming to terms with this arrangement. Frisk worried that Flowey would be moved around a lot on their right arm, since that was their dominant one.

"Flowey. Maybe it would be easier for you to be on my other arm instead." Frisk insisted holding out their left arm out a little.

Flowey didn't say anything and started to 'crawl' up further onto Frisk's right arm and moved rather quickly onto Frisk's left arm. He had to go onto their shoulder, then back, then other shoulder until he placed himself on Frisk's upper arm. Through the migration, Frisk felt even more uncomfortable with Flowey moving his stem and leaves on Frisk's body.

"Happy?" Flowey asked sounding sarcastic after being asked to move.

Frisk nodded their head quickly, clearly not understanding sarcasm.

"Then let's go."

Frisk stood up, with stick in hand, made sure Flowey was securely around their arm, and started walking toward another door with the same symbol on it.

"Hey...Flowey?" Frisk asked turning to the small flower.

"Yeah?"

"What are these symbols? On the door?" Frisk pointed upwards with their right, dominant, hand.

"Oh. That's the...Delta Rune…" Flowey replied sounding almost heartbroken.

"Del-ta...Rune?" Frisk asked saying it slower and tilting their head like a confused dog.

"Yeah it's a symbol used down here a lot."

"What does it mean?" Frisk stared at it while talking to Flowey.

"It uh...It's just a symbol...it really has lost it's meaning…" Again, Flowey not sounding very happy. Though he usually wasn't very happy.

"But-"

"Look, do you want to keep talking about some useless circles and triangles or do you want to go home?" Flowey interrupted Frisk sounding rude and angry.

Frisk's face went from curious to scared. Of course they wanted to go home, but they were a very curious person. They just wanted to know what the symbol meant.

"I...I want to go home." Frisk replied looking down at Flowey

"Good. Then let's keep moving."

Frisk walked through the door to see a much bigger room then the other tiny rooms they had been in before. The walls were built out of dark purple brick and the floor looked to be some kind of smooth stone. The brick walls were lined in black vines and tiny sprouts of red flowers like the ones Frisk had already seen. Little red flowers with black centers and stems. They had never seen this kind of flower before today but they looked familiar somehow like they should know them. There was a staircase with two sides leading up to what appeared to be another doorway. Below the stairs, there was a pile of black leaves.

The room overall was dark, except for the light coming from a strange floating yellow star near the leaf pile. Frisk walked further into the room towards the bright light. Flowey said to go towards the star and touch it. Frisk did as they were asked, and reached their right hand out to touch the glowing star. Once their hand made contact, the star spun and glowed brighter for a few seconds.

Frisk had closed their eyes from the sudden bright light. But opened them soon after, blinking, letting their eyes re-adjust to the light. Frisk, whose body hurt all over, didn't hurt anymore. They were surprised to find their head feeling better.

"Flowey!" The child exclaimed "I'm better!"

"Oh. Yeah. That's a Save Star. It'll heal you when you're in danger. It'll also-" Flowey stopped talking. It wasn't time to tell the human everything yet.

Thankfully, Frisk didn't hear Flowey trail off. They were still excited about the healing of their body. It didn't ache any longer, which was good because little did Frisk know they had a long journey ahead of them. Flowey instructed Frisk to keep going, but Frisk desperately wanted to play in the leaves.

"Please. It'll be just a second." Frisk asked the small red flower politely

"No. We have to keep moving." Flowey's voice was now harsh.

Frisk left the leaves and walked up the left staircase to the doorway. As the child walked through the door Flowey spoke up.

"Now Frisk, there will be a lot of puzzles through here. They will be very hard to solve but I'll help you. You'll have to listen to me very closely. Is that understood?" He talked down to Frisk, even though he was much smaller than them.

"What if we can't solve them?" Frisk asked looking down at the flower on their arm

"We'll try."

Frisk nodded and proceeded to listen to Flowey's every direction.

"Go here."

"Step on that."

"Pull THAT lever! NOT that one!"

Frisk got through the two rooms with fairly easy puzzles. Even though they got yelled at by a little flower. Surprisingly, for such a small flower, he had a very big temper. The next room was small. It had one thing in it. A dummy doll. Frisk was unsure what the doll was for. It was larger than them. Their head came up to it's mid-section. Obviously made for a larger person. Or..something else.

"Flowey, is this dummy a puzzle as well?" Frisk asked.

"What? NO! Don't be dumb! It's a practice dummy!" Flowey yelled out of frustration.

"Oh.." Frisk felt hurt, that Flowey had yelled at them.

Flowey seemed so nice at first but now he seemed very loud and mean. Frisk was starting to think maybe bringing the flower was a bad idea. But then again, he did say he was going to get Frisk home, and he did help them with the puzzles. Frisk really wasn't sure what to think of this flower. Still, he was helping them. So Frisk will trust Flowey. They had to.

"You know this might be a good time to explain fighting." Flowey said turning up to Frisk to catch-eye contact.

"F-fighting?" Frisk lifted their arm to bring Flowey up to eye level.

"Yes. Here underground, you'll have to learn to fight. If you don't know how to already."

"But...I don't want to fight." Frisk said looking Flowey in the eyes.

Flowey rolled his eyes.

"Look Frisk. Down here, it's kill or be killed. It's fight, or die."

"But I don't want to fight or die! And I don't really want to kill anybody…" Frisk looked down at the ground horrified at the idea of them killing someone.

"Frisk. I'm sorry. But you'll have to."

Frisk had no reply. They could take Flowey yelling at them, telling them what to do, but they could no way in any circumstances kill anybody. Human or not. They just couldn't imagine it.

Flowey said no more and urged Frisk to the next room, leaving the dummy alone. Frisk looked down at their stick, then up at Flowey.

Frisk was scared. They didn't want to admit it but they were. They wanted to go home. They wanted to go to a place they don't remember. What was home? How do they know they even want to go back? Yet, Frisk was determined to leave this place and get to wherever they were hoping to go.

They knew there had to be happiness at the end of the journey. It couldn't be long now until they were safe from all harm. They just had to keep going.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope this was enough for you to be interested in the story.

It took me a months to get the story for this Au together. I wanted it to make sense and have a clear timeline, unlike Missingtale which really wasn't planned at all.

Still I hope you guys liked the start of this story! Not sure when it'll update but I'll try to get a new chapter out as soon as I can. Bye for now!