Greetings! It is I, ready to join the Undertale trash! Honestly, I adore this game, and I hope that I've written this as accurately as possible. As always, feedback is appreciated! Let me know where I can improve in my writing for the future :) [On a side note, for those of you following my recent Gorillaz story; No I have not forgotten about it and yes I will finish it in the near future, you kinky animals ;)] Enjoy!
Blood.
That's all Frisk could taste. That's all she could make sense of. Surprising, really. She couldn't even take notice of the defining cackling ricocheting through her ears, or the cuts, gashes, and bruises that adorned her skin. Despite being beaten to the point of near-destruction, and at the equivalent of 0.25 HP, she held on. She had to. Letting go would mean giving up, and giving up would mean letting her friends die. That, Frisk reasoned, was not an option.
Brushing her negative thoughts aside, Frisk managed to force her battle-damaged head up to look her opponent dead in the eye, and instantly regretted` it. She was met with a face she could only describe as "hellish". Everything about her, or it, from her light brown hair to those rosy-red cheeks, and even the brown eyes that could hurt you better than any weapon ever could. Of all the people Frisk had to fight to save her friends, and the underground, why did it have to be - Frisk shuddered.
Chara.
Frisk willed herself to at least get up on one knee, an incredible feat in her condition. She rested her right arm on her right knee, and raised her head once more. Meeting her gaze was Chara. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Her weight was rested mostly on her left leg, whilst her right hand was planted firmly on her right hip, giving her a look that said "is that the best you can do?" She just stood there, twiddling her knife as though it were a basketball, only strengthening Frisk's opinion that Chara thought this was all just a game.
Alas, the rather extended battle had only served to weaken and tire Frisk, and she collapsed back onto the ground, face-first, with a pained sigh. Even though she couldn't see her, Chara still rolled her eyes dramatically.
"C'mon… Hurry up and load a SAVE, I'm itching to go again". She remarked with a smirk. "Oh wait, you have to be the most determined around, don'tcha?" At this, she threw her head back and laughed hysterically, body shaking as she did so. Once she had regained control of herself, she walked, no, waltzed over to where Frisk lay. She got on her knees and yanked Frisk up by her hair, and forced Frisk to look at her.
"I'm sorry." Chara began. She angled the knife just above the back of Frisk's neck, ready to start all over again. "I forget, who is that again?" As Chara gripped the knife, Frisk closed her eyes, wincing. Yes, she would wake up again in a matter of seconds, but she still remembered the timelines. Even worse, she still experienced the pain that death brings. And if someone ever told Frisk that dying is painless, she knew they'd be dead wrong.
"Ohh yes! Now I remember!" She exclaimed, an evident tone of mockery in her voice. Her hand left Frisk's hair and held her chin instead, so that she wouldn't dare avert her gaze from Chara. She opened her mouth and, knowing Chara, would strike at the last word.
Frisk braced herself for the searing pain that was to follow. Surprisingly, the pain radiated from the front of her head. She sat up, noticing that instead of the cold, damp texture of a cavern floor, she was now rested upon a set of small but soft golden flowers. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed a slight out-of-place shape just within the shadows.
"He- hello…?" She called out hesitantly, wishing this wasn't another one of Chara's mind games that she liked to play.
"Oh, you've fallen down, haven't you?"
"Who's there?" Frisk asked, bravery coming back to her, bit by bit.
"Golly! You had quite the fall, didn't 'cha?"
There was only one person on the face of this earth that Frisk knew who spoke like that.
"Flowey…?" She asked, thinking she already knew the answer. At this, the figure revealed itself, startling Frisk quite a bit. Meeting her gaze was what appeared to a much smaller boy version of Toriel. He also adorned a jumper with a similar style to Chara's: green with two yellow stripes across the chest. He was also wearing an expression of confusion, most likely at the strange nature of her previous question.
"Who?" He asked, puzzled. Obviously he was unaware of her current situation, and so she decided to just go along with it. The boy shrugged to himself and continued. "What's your name?"
Frisk opened her mouth to speak. But it wasn't her name.
"Chara, huh? That's a nice name." He said with a sweet smile. "My name's…"
She sat bolt upright, headbutting Chara clean off of her.
"Asriel!" She yelled out. In an instant, Frisk felt herself being pinned back onto the ground, Chara's snarling form towering above her.
"What. Did you. Just say?" She threatened, knife resting on its point on Frisk's throat. Frisk gulped, shivering slightly as the movement caused the knife to shift ever so slightly across her skin. "Now, let's try again." She said, bringing the blade up to Frisk's chin.
"Who's the most determined around here?" A smug look already racing across her face.
"Not you." Came a small but stern voice.
Chara's eyes went wide as she felt a cluster of vines wrapping themselves around her torso. One moment, they tightened their grip. The next, Chara felt herself being hauled off of Frisk and chucked to the ground. Chara knew who they were before they even saw them.
"YOU." She spat as she picked herself up, clutching her abdomen. Her eyes met that of a long-term enemy, which to her surprise matched her own murderous glare. She was about to run at full force at him, intent of ending his pathetic life until she noticed that his eyes were different, unnaturally so. They weren't the usual little black slits she was so used to seeing, no. These ones had opened up, giving way to a monstrous pair of red and green eyes that even seemed to flash on their own. Chara didn't give it a second thought before she gripped the knife's handle and ran, screaming, at the offending flower. He actually gave a small chuckle to himself before Flowey summoned another vine, this one coming from the roof of the small cave. It wasted no time in wrapping itself around Chara's left arm, stopping her momentarily. She took one look at the vine before slashing it apart with her knife. She then proceeded to walk towards the flower once more.
"What?" She sniggered. "You really thought THAT was gonna stop m-" She stopped when she heard her foot connect with and crush glass. Container glass. She was about to question it when she looked at Flowey for a second time, a legitimate look of abject horror marking itself across her face. She had been so caught up in her enjoyment of murder that she failed to notice the unmistakable shapes of different coloured souls floating around him. Chara wanted to scream.
"Oh no, but THESE will!" He motioned with a small petal to the floating hearts. "Golly!" Came that equally unmistakable voice. "You're pretty darn powerful with no soul!" His face suddenly molded into one Chara hadn't seen before, one with completely black eyes and row upon row of razor sharp teeth. "I wonder what I can do with SIX!"
With that, Chara had had enough. She regained her composure, took a deep breath, and charged at the flower, swinging her blade towards him with all she could. Just as the blade was about to connect, Flowey gave a small wink and disappeared into the ground, causing Chara to miss and fall to the ground once more. She got up immediately, infuriated.
"COME ON THEN!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, maddened that someone would dare mock her, her of all people! "OR ARE YOU JUST A BIG, FAT CHIC-" Chara was unable to finish due to her entire body being grasped by a gigantic arm which, from what she could tell, was constructed of vines, with long piercing thorns for fingers. She knew its owner was lurking in the shadows, and she was 37% sure she wanted to face him head-on. But when the being lurched forward, bringing him into view, that feeling dropped straight to 0%.
Before Chara was the most hideous beast (aside from the mirror) that she had ever laid eyes upon. Before Chara, was a monstrous concoction of human organs, plants, and machinery. Every inch of it was either writhing, convulsing, or pulsating. She wanted to vomit. The being's grip tightened on her as it let out a deafening roar, the mouth snapping at her as it did so. She suddenly took notice of a large TV screen, where the head should have been, as it flicked on and came to life. After a few seconds of maddening silence, Flowey's smug little face appeared on the screen, eyes (all of them) focused on Chara. As bleak as the situation seemed, Chara still had her knife. Her DETERMINATION rising, she grasped it firmly in her hand.
"That's pretty impressive." She said casually, doing a surprisingly good job at hiding her absolute terror of this beast. "But you forgot about THIS!" She screamed as she thrust the knife into the hand of the creature with all her might. She relaxed a little, and waited with a smile for the Flowey's health bar to appear… Only to register that one point of damage was dealt.
Oh no.
Whilst this very one-sided battle was occurring, movement in the corner of the room went unnoticed by the both of them. Frisk had just about managed to get to her knees, and was barely keeping herself up. It took her a moment, but when she realised that Chara could strike at any moment, she looked around frantically, only to be met with a sight that chilled her better than Chara ever could.
"Well," Came a demonic voice, that caused even Chara to quiver. "That went according to plan, didn't it?" He asked with another wink. "I always knew we'd be together again Chara, but not like this." His words became more raspy and disjointed, and his grip tightened. Chara could tell he was building up to something.
"All those days we spent together, playing together, LIVING together." He said with a snarl. "Did that not mean ANYTHING to you?!" A tear rolled down Chara's cheek for the first time in forever, and it scared her.
"I suppose I have one thing to thank you for." He continued. "You did teach me a very valuable life lesson."
"Wh… What?" Chara stuttered, not holding back her tears anymore as she quietly sobbed.
"It's that in this world…" As he spoke, several things happened at once. All four eyes started to glow, a small light started to build up in the back of the creature's mouth, and Flowey's face transformed back into its demonic state.
Upon realising where he was going with this, Chara sniffed one last time, and hung her head in shame. "It's killed or be killed…" She trailed off. Flowey nodded. He wasted no time in unleashed his maniacal laugh and with it, his weapons. That was all Frisk saw before she finally gave into the unconsciousness that had been threatening to take her for a while.
The combined efforts of the beams hit Chara at full force, and her screams didn't stand a chance of being heard over the attacks. Pure energy pierced Chara, turned her skin and bone into dust in a matter of seconds. Long after Chara had passed, Flowey ceased his attacks. Even though he didn't require breathing to function, it still took a lot out of him, his simulated, erratic breathing proved it. He opened his giant hand and let the dust fall to the floor, but not before blasting it one last time. Once he had situated himself, he turned his gaze to Frisk, who lay defenseless on the floor.
A gigantic shadow loomed over Frisk, unknown to her. As he stood there however, weapons primed, laugh at the ready; Flowey's wicked face melted into an expression of sadness, an emotion not even he was aware he could feel. He let out a sigh, although that could have just been the hissing of his machinery.
"I should just tear you to bloody pieces." He said to himself. "But… I just can't." His expression softened as he turned back to the pile of dust. "Besides, if I kill you, who'll free me from the underground, hmm?" He remarked with a smirk.
Once he reached the pile, all of his faces started to contort with effort. After a few seconds, six souls appeared out of the tubing before gently circling Flowey.
"So, if you're gonna live, I might as well make it enjoyable for you…"
The souls stopped in mid-air, before grouping together. Together, the souls produced yet another energy beam, but this one was different. It was more calm and peaceful, and was wispy. The beam gently floated over to what was once Chara and penetrated it. As soon as it did, clumps of dust began to leave the main pile and spread out. Flowey winced as several beads of sweat rolled down his faces, but he wasn't the most determined around for no reason. His faces contorted yet again, and the beam intensified. The several clumps of dust now started to rise up, and from them, he could make out the forming features of arms and legs, all of which were different shapes and sizes.
Once the clumps barely looked like living people, other features started to form. Purple robes, a suit of armor, a cyan coloured hoodie. They were started to come back, but Flowey wasn't done yet.
Clothes in place, different colours of skin started to rush from them, forming bones, fur, and scales. Suddenly, in a brilliant flash of light, they were back. Flowey let out another breath as his eyes scanned the floor, doing a head count. Toriel, Sans, Undyne, Papyrus, Asgore, and Alphys were all sprawled out on the floor. Unconscious, but alive. As the souls left Flowey, he felt his entire body tremble. That pathetic act of kindness had just cost him one of his most powerful forms.
You Idiot. He thought to himself.
Once he was through mentally cursing himself, he turned his attention to the human before him, whose eyes were full of astonishment and locked firmly on his.
"Hee hee hee…" Flowey chuckled weakly. Frisk could tell his laugh was pained. As she looked over him, she noticed bits of his "omega form" (as he had proudly dubbed" were starting to leave him. "Just remember kid, you owe me." He gave a parting wink before his entire body dissipated into the darkness, leaving behind that unmistakable form that consisted of a single green stem, a few leaves, and six yellow petals.
"Thank you." She managed to utter weakly.
He did his best to hide his joy, which he shouldn't even be able to feel. It must be the after effects of wielding those souls.
"Yeah, whatever." He turned away, but not before giving the human a sly smile. Frisk gave a small wave before the lone flower shrunk back into the void of the cave walls.
She jumped a little when she felt pressure on her left shoulder, but relaxed when she recognised its bony texture.
"hey kiddo."
And that's a wrap! Thank you for reading, see you around :)