"Heh, So, what do we have here?"
Flowey the flower was honestly and pleasantly surprised. This was something totally and unexpectedly new.
A child.
A human child. All alone, unknown to the underground that they fell into.
And he was the first to find them. He definitely didn't remember this ever happening before, but hey, he wasn't one to complain. This was, as far as he could see, just a gift from the sky, a reparation for all the world took from him.
He deserved it, after all. The world took everything he was and everything he had. If anything, it still owed him everything. But it was a start.
He would just finish the child now, take their soul, and be on his way. But...
No, that was a bad idea. This right here, this was a momentous occasion. A human soul, all to himself, without having to fight Asgore for it. This needed to be savored.
The child was even laying face down in the flowers, an ironically funny, if completely proper sight. Even unconscious, the child knew their place. So, no. He'd savor this moment. He'd even make a save, just in case he wanted to do it again.
After all, this needed drama, this needed humor. This needed that little extra zip that only betrayal and deception could provide. He would watch as the child breathed their last, their eyes filled with sorrow and shock as he killed them as if one would a fly.
His gut made a funny twinge at that, and Flowey's face changed from excitement, to a frown. Was that...?
Nah, it couldn't be. Flowey shook his head in annoyance, and refocused himself. The child, whoever they were, would die. But, they would die right. Hopeless and alone. Like she did.
But, he needed them awake for that. Sure, the kid would wake soon on their own, but he wasn't just gonna wait around for them. He had a stage to make.
So, he'd get set up in the mean time. The flower then dived under the soil, and moved to the next area. The little section the child fell into had only one entrance and exit, so he didn't need to worry. They'd be led straight to him.
And he could wait. Countless runs and countless failed plans could attest to that. They would walk in, and he'd introduce himself right. Maybe even go for his friendliness pellets joke; He hadn't used that one in ages.
He was Flowey the flower, and he was gonna get what he deserved.
Numbness.
They felt nothing but the void. Nothing but emptiness, nothing but fragility, the wispy feeling of barely even being there. They were floating, bibbing and bobbing, and yet, only one thing came to mind.
How?
They felt nothing, and yet... They shouldn't even be aware of that fact. They should be one with the void. One with the emptiness that was death. They died, didn't they?
They weren't sure.
But yet, they still knew, they still thought. It was frustrating. They had nothing, were nothing, and knew nothing. And yet, they still thought, they still knew, in a strange, roundabout way.
They remembered nothing, but they knew who they were. They felt nothing, yet could tell where they are. Couldn't see, but watched the ebbs and flows of the universe around them.
It would be frustrating if the situation didn't shift so rapidly that they couldn't keep up. Thoughts, knowledge, feelings, form, they all shifted from one state, to another, thoughts dying as quickly as a severed limb fell away from the blade, memories fading and reappearing faster than they could register.
But after what felt like both an eternity and a second, a singular thought formed, and stuck. No, now they truly did know one thing.
They had a purpose.
But they didn't know what it was. That was all they knew. It was their everything and nothing, now.
Perhaps, they would be shown the way?
Yes, that sounded right, the void answered. This would be their salvation or damnation. Redemption or fall from grace. But if they were to do so, they needed to find their guide, first.
The void gave another acknowledgement, and they nodded. Apparently, it was time.
And, with that, they suddenly came back into existence, back into where they hoped they belonged.
There was light, there was sensation. There was thought, there was knowledge.
And, then, there was everything. They were whole, but missing. Broken, yet repaired. They were Chara. The fallen child who died to save monster kind.
And now, they-
Wrong. This was wrong. The portions of void that still held them screamed that they weren't were they were supposed to be, that they weren't with the one who would guide them. The remnants of the void wanted to simultaneously scream and laugh, and Chara felt as even those last remnants slipped away. They were alone now. They were, if not alive, back.
Chara took a few moments to come to her senses and get a feel for what she was. They could see now. Feel now. They weren't in control, they weren't able to do much but feel. But they could feel. It was something she didn't know she missed.
She then mentally sighed, and decided to try and feel whatever she was in. The void, whatever it was, said something went wrong. But how wrong? Wrong person, or wrong object?
Was she stuck in a rock? Or was she stuck in a random passerby?
Chara made another mental sigh, and pretended that she could shake her head. She'd just have to stretch out, and-
"Well, hello there! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"
She was stuck in a flower.
A/N So, random idea I came up with. Chara being stuck in Flowey, rather than our cute little protagonist. It should be fun, right?
Anyway, I think I should put some warning tags out.
First one, Spoilers. Like, all of them. Everywhere. Be warned.
Second, I genuinely like the Narrator Chara theory. So, she'll be gruff, crude, and rude, but she genuinely means well. She wants best for her people, and honestly didn't mean anything beyond freeing everyone when she got herself iced. Well, she might have wanted a bit of revenge, but her main reason was doing what she thought was right.
Third, Frisk will be pacifist Neutral. Think "I want to do good" but not to stupid, "I'll get myself killed" extremes. I never really bought the whole "frisk is the paragon of good" just like I never bought "Chara is the paragon of evil." They're both kids, and people. They have good and bad bits.
And fourth, er... Not sure which genre this will be. I got a bit of a plan, but it's basically "Follow the plot, but like this" rather than any logical process. I'll label it as adventure, but it might get switched up a bit.
If there is a ship, it'll be Asriel/Chara. I've always been a sucker for Best friend/best friend ships. Not saying there will be, but hey, if it happens, it happens.
And, lastly, Chara's a girl. Should be obvious at this point. However, I will keep Frisk as Gender neutral.
Oh, and for all of those wanting Dragonfall to update, I have a good reason why I haven't, I swear!