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It'd been a little over a year since my little brother disappeared. Since then my mother killed herself and my father, well, I wasn't sure what happened to him. He just left and hasn't been seen since. He's still alive, though. I only knew this because of the house and major bills still being paid for and the 250 dollars a month appearing in my account which I'd been using for food for me and my cat, Bones. In that year, I tried to stay strong, but it was growing harder and harder. Then, when the money stopped coming, I grew more anxious than ever. The final straw was when I received a letter. It was from Dad. Inside the envelope was a single photo. Dad was standing with a beautiful woman and they were holding a baby. On the back, in his handwriting, was scrawled "I'm sorry, Lyla. It's time we all moved on." I guess I couldn't particularly blame him, I was almost 22, I was an adult and there was no reason for him to take care of me anymore. It was that day that I decided to do what no one else would do and search for Frisk.
So I prepared myself, packing what I could carry in an old long-term hiking bag: all season sleeping bag, lots of socks, some easy to layer clothing, a bag of cat food, a couple cans of chunky soup that I was okay with eating cold, this cool multi-use utensil (spoon on one side, fork on the other, and the fork side could be used as a knife too), and a small photo album of me and Frisk to keep me going. I also had my headphones and phone (which I just used as an MP3 player) with a couple of portable recharge packs, enough to keep me going for at least a week. Lastly came the large machete, sheathed and attached to my right boot.
Arriving at the summit of the Mount Ebott, I looked down and into the endless chasm. My heart pounded so loud I could hear it. I picked up Bones who meowed loudly at me in protest.
"Well, one way or another we'll be reunited with Frisk," I said, my voice shaking.
Jumping, I fell.
And fell.
..
..
And fell.
Until I landed, forcing me to black out. I finally came to when I felt a sandpaper tongue licking my face. My eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the darkness, I saw Bones. The massive savannah-main coon mix looked at me as I sat up. Her fur was mostly black, except for her paws and her face. Her ears and nose were still black though, making her look like a little skeleton.
"We survived…Frisk must've too," I said, looking around.
We had landed on a bed of yellow flowers. Looking up, I could barely see the hole in the mountain in which I fell. Ignoring the pure logic in my mind yelling that we should've died, I stood and ushered for Bones to follow as I began following the only path there was. Coming to another room, I saw a large yellow flower in the halo of what little light shone in the darkness.
"Hello! You must be new here. I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" it spoke.
The fucking flower spoke. And it kept talking but I was having a hard time focusing. I was brought back to reality when Bones started hissing, putting me immediately on the defensive, reaching for my machete.
"Here! Have some friendship pellets!" the flower smiled and suddenly tiny orbs appeared and shot at me.
I tried hard to dodge but I still got hit, and hard. Falling to the ground, I clutched my shoulder as it seared in pain. But suddenly, as quickly as the pain was there, it was gone, and a creature in a purple dress stood before me. The flower, Flowey, sneered at her before vanishing.
"Are you alright?" the creature asked.
She resembled a goat and spoke very softly and kindly. Bones rubbed against the being, purring. Taking the good signal I stood and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm Lyla."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lyla. I do not normally get older humans like yourself down here. I am Toriel," she said, so kindly and welcoming.
Wait.
She mentioned other humans.
"I'm looking for my brother. Have you seen him? He has brown hair, like mine, but his skin is a little bit darker and he's really quiet," I immediately asked, my eyes wide.
"…Follow me," Toriel nodded.
And so through the ruins we went, hurrying quickly, until we came to a quaint house where outside played a boy, no older than 7, with messy brown hair and a striped shirt. I could feel the tears roll down the cheeks.
"FRISK!" I shouted, running towards him.
Looking up, he grinned widely, jumping up from his toys. We threw our arms around each other in a tight hug.
"Frisk, I missed you so much," I sobbed, petting and kissing the top of his head.
Toriel approached us with Bones.
"Toriel, thank you for taking care of Frisk," I grinned, looking up at her but never letting go of my dear little brother.
"He has been wonderful to have," Toriel nodded, petting Frisk's hair softly, like a loving mother would.
"I'm just so happy he's safe…and happy. So much happier than he'd be back home…" biting my lip, I thought of the train wreck that was our home now. "Toriel, tell me, are the legends true? Is there an entire city of monsters here?"
"Huh? Oh, yes. There is, but humans are not allowed. In fact, they are hunted…That is why I've kept Frisk here, in the Ruins with myself. It was for his protection…" Toriel nodded, the worry clearly showing on her features.
"Why?" I asked, but I instantly remembered the legends we studied in middle school, "The barrier. Someone is trying to destroy it, aren't they?"
"Yes, unfortunately," Toriel said with another nod.
"Wh-what if I convince them not to?" I said, determination filling my heart.
I wanted to find a new place, a safe and happy place, to call home for me and Frisk.
"What do you mean?" Toriel asked, surprised by my suggestion.
"The world up there, on the surface, it's horrid. The four horsemen of the apocalypse may as well be running around. War, famine, pestilence, death…it's all there. Then there are the people…they're selfish, every last one of them," I felt the hate and bitterness in my words, "I want Frisk to be safe, to have friends and to be able to grow up and be happy and healthy. Whatever is down here, in the underground, it can't be anywhere near as terrible as what's up there. If I can convince whomever is trying to break the barrier that it's best to stay down here, maybe, just maybe, we can all live peacefully. I-I have to at least try!"
Toriel was in shock, staring at me for a long moment before calming down lightly.
"His name is Asgore. He is the king. You will have to get to him to stop the war against the humans. If you can get to him, I hope…no, I know that you can convince him to stop his plan," she nodded, a gentle smile gracing her face, "I will show you to the door."
And so I followed Toriel to the door that separated the Ruins from the rest of the underground, Frisk holding onto my hand the entire time.
"Lyla, I'm going to miss you…" he said, looking up at me.
"I'll miss you too, but I have to do this," I said, looking down at him, "I want you to promise me you'll continue to be good to Toriel, okay?"
"Yeah, I promise," Frisk nodded, squeezing my hand.
I smiled at him.
"Here we are," Toriel spoke, stopping at a large set of doors.
"Thanks, Toriel. I'll be back when my job is done," I nodded.
"Please do be safe."
"I will. Thank you again," I turned to Frisk and hugged him tightly.
"I love you Lyla…" he said, hugging me back.
"I love you too, Frisk," I held back my tears, letting go of my dear brother.
Stopping right at the doors, I took a deep breath and looked at Bones who'd been following close behind. She let out a light chitter. With a nod to her, I opened the doors and entered the Underground.
AUTHORS NOTE: Literally everything is written out. EVERYTHING. Well, for this part anyway. Part 2 will be a fluffy romance between Mettaton and Lyla, BUT BUT BUT this will wrap up in a way that this can be a stand-alone with no romance towards Mettaton. Leave comments and kudos so I know ya'll enjoy! owo
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