He tried to seem that he didn't knew it, but he did.
Somehow he always tried to hide something.
A feeling that wasn't good or bad either.
In order to not gain problems and follow the path that life give to him.
But he didn't knew something.
That truth always comes.
He's….
Laver waked up, feeling the dry and uncomfortable sensation of waking up after a long time, basically, the one when you feel like zombie, but he did realised something, he was a zombie, or at least an undead, he kinda surprised that he was still conscious, even when his body was starting to descompose, he didn't feeled a single and little bit of pain. He was dead inside and outside, except for his brain, trying to understand what just happened, he looked up, because a strong light was around him and the gold flowers, realising that he just fell through a big hole, how much did he drink, or even how he can fall through a hole on a large, legend-filled mountain considering the distance between it and front outside the bar he was at?
He also realised that he still have the clothes that he have last night, leather boots, light blue jacket with a reversed scarf, blue jeans, white shirt, and a beret, not a war one, sadly, but there was something that did disturb him; his eyes were glowing all yellow; what could that even mean? Does the undead really look like that for real? He was just even more confused, maybe if he just go forward in his path, he will find the answer, maybe...
He started to walk through a path, feeling how dry, silent, a little bit creepy and obscure the place was, he realised that this place wasn't like the classical sunshines and cool light glows everywhere in Miami outside that mountain, thinking about how he fell it was unlogical because, drunk people are capable of everything, or at least that's what he thought.
He was getting closer to an innocent, classy piece of grass, trying to understand if he was on a dream, or actually in reality, but a little, cute-looking gold flower with a face came out of the grass and make Laver inmediately stop thinking and focus on that special flower, damn, he was surprised; no blame for him.
"Howdy! What we just got here, a zombie!" Flower said, smiling, feeling between relaxed and confused because of the actual existance of an undead. "Golly, i thought your beings were always a tale with the sole objective of scare the kids, aren't it?"
"Better for them to stay scared, sugar, because we're actually real." Laver said, slightly laughing, because it was a quite obvious, i guess. "I wanna have some people already knowing who i am if i got here because of drinking too much, honey."
"Hahaha!" Flower started to laugh normally. "Looks like we've just got a smartyhead one too, better keep silent, my friend"
"What happens if i don't do it, sugartits?" Laver said in a rude way. "I'm old enough to solve this type of shit, amigo."
"Because if you don't do it, you will not end goodly, creep." Flower said, starting to get upset. "I just wanted to welcome you to the underground and you screwed it up, idiot!"
"Hahaha, sorry, welcome rejected i guess, i'm old, i know what i'm doing, shithead." Laver said, staying easy. "I'm not the type of person that you wanna make angry, sugar."
"I'm not, too!" Flower surrounded Laver with his friendlyness pellets. "And remember, in this world, is KILL or be KILLED, and also shut the damn up, for you, specifically."
Laver started to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation, as bad like getting backstabbed for the first time, but he wasn't getting backstabbed, was he? It was another sensation, a different one that Laver thought as first, that sensation, when you're successful in the bad way, something you always planned, but you don't want to let it happen, Laver's memories started to return, a strange feeling in his brain that feeled like a slight but notable tickling, he started to remember memories; memories that he didn't want to remember, but he did, even when he wasn't intended to lose his memories, because alcohol power always comes, now that he couldn't hide from himself, it was time of the plan B, hide himself of everyone, because, after all, he always tried to hide something.
Laver was starting to pretend that he was scared, but he wasn't, actually.
When the friendlyness pellets almost seem to reach him, Flower's shadow started to have Laver's form, then he came from Flower's shadow and proceed to grab Flower by his back.
"What the heck! I knew something wasn't right with your determination, you damn weirdo!" Flower said, feeling angry and nervous at the same time, realising the mistake he just did.
'I advised you, honey, and you went straight tough to me, last words?" Laver said, like this was everyday's work
"Yeah! Go screw yourse-" Suddenly, a fireball came from Laver's back, he dodged it, but Flower didn't, getting thrown away by the fireball.
"The hell are you trying to do, sweetheart? You want a nap too?" Laver said, in a annoyed and irritated way.
"I wasn't meant to it, my child! That monster tortured every little kid's soul who came here!" The tall, old, fluffy and mom-figure goat-lady said, trying to apologize because of what she just did.
"I don't give a shit about children, dear, also, i'm probably older than you, so pre-judging will not make us friends." Laver said, still in a annoyed way.
"You look young, sir, how old are you? My name's Toriel, by the way." Toriel said, in a curious way.
"I don't quite remember, y'know, got too drunk, the kind of shit every old man does, my name's Laver also, darling." Laver said, starting to get chill.
"Good to meet you, Laver, you seem new in this place, sir, may i teach you this place?" Toriel said, in an innocent and respectiful way.
"Well, now that i know that there's rats behind their masks here like in the surface, it will be a pleasure, but i'm not dumb, remember that, dear." Laver said, starting to get good with the goat-lady but filled with untrust since that Flower tried to play with him.
"Follow me then, sir, this way." Toriel said, relaxed and happy, pointing to the door upstairs, which proceed to walk through it with Laver following her.
Both Laver and Toriel started walking through the Ruins, at least the first places, Laver feeled an old, rusty and and a little bit eerie the place was, with the smell of nothing but dust and spider nets; no doubt the place was called 'The Ruins" though.
Laver remembered this type of sites in the surface, though, the classical grandpa's house, cheap hotel rooms, some friend's house and of course a low-life bar.
Toriel suddenly proceed to stop at the Training Dummy exit door.
"Now, Laver." Toriel looked to Laver and then to the Dummy. "Now, i have to test your courage during situations where you confront a monster, sir." Toriel glared to Laver, with a smile in her face.
"I already know how to hang with this type of shit, sweetheart, no need to teach me bullshit." Laver said, in a dissapointed and annoyed way. "Don't dissapoint me right now, old miss."
"Hey, watch your language, sir, i'm doing this for your betterkind" Toriel said, starting to get upset as well. "I'm here to test if you actually know how to hang with this, but i'm gonna give you one tip; have MERCY." Toriel said, slowly starting to get serious and concentrated.
"And how exactly do i have MERCY with a training dummy that's specifically made for FIGHT, darling?" Laver said, starting to get even more dissapointed, and no doubt why.
"Try talk to him, sir." Toriel said, now calmed and simple like usual.
"Alright, what you say, sweety" Laver said, trying to think if it was actually a joke, then he proceed to stay in front of the dummy and glare at him.
Laver tried to talk to the unmoving and innocent-looking dummy, but he just can't, trying to talk with someone who isn't your friend or even worse, someone who isn't interested on you was pretty boring and un-worthy, like talking to the nothing, talking to yourself was better and more comfortable because, at least, you have someone who haves a little bit of interest on you.
"No shit? For sure?" Laver said, starting to get confused and more annoyed than before.
"Just talk to him and that's it, sir." Toriel said, starting to get tired of telling him that he just have to talk to the dummy.
"Well, fuck." Laver said silently, which didn't know what to think but that he will have an embarrasing moment, luckily, no one was looking at him but Toriel.
Laver, thinking which topic he will choose to start a conversation with the dummy, finally ends up with an idea.
"Do you think this is stupid?" Laver said to the dummy, now in a more relaxed way.
The dummy, as expected, didn't even make a single and small sound.
"Yeah, i bet." Laver said, then he proceed to land a single and strong punch to the dummy, which fell to the ground and proceed to turn into dust due to the punch.
"What? Dummies turn into dust when they 'die'?" Laver said, confused by the dust fact, but strangely still relaxed.
"Yeah, they do." Toriel said, confused and surprised by the imninent decision of Laver. "But they don't feel anything, don't think anything and do anything." Toriel said, in a dramatical way. "They don't care about themselves, think about that with someone that actually does."
"Oh, my bad then, sweetheart, if you have got problems, would you rather, take them out or keep them?" Laver said, who was trying to have some things clear.
"ACT to them, sir, that's what i would rather." Toriel said, who tried to convise Laver to not kill in order to solve his problems.
"'ACT'?" Laver started to laugh loud. "Miss Hippie, sorry, but they wouldn't give a shit about ACTing, and i don't wanna do cringy-lordy things because i don't wanna feel bad with myself." Laver said, in a more serious way this time.
"Alright, alright, that's your viewpoint!" Toriel said, starting to get real angry. "But remember, your actions have consequences."
Laver didn't react of Toriel's sentence; it didn't matter that his actions have consecuences, if it was what he wanted, it was alright for him.
"I already know that, sweetheart." Laver said, in a relaxed way this time. "Every actions has consequences, you have to decide, obviously, and i decide the one i want, honey."
"Hahaha, i see your point, sir." Toriel said, starting to get calm down. "But remember what i said to you, you can be in hell, you know." Toriel said, starting to get serious.
"Well, i don't believe in that religious shit, after all." Laver said, smiling. "Now, let's go on our way before we fight each other."
Toriel saw Laver's point, and she decided that it was correct, because, after all, she didn't to hurt anyone, and no one will lose time and gain problems.
Toriel and Laver walked together, the only difference it was that Toriel didn't picked up Laver's hand, because you already know why, but she stopped at some point of the road.
"Now, it's time to listen, Laver." Toriel said, now glaring at Laver, a little bit serious this time. "I know that you may old and you're made for this kind of stuff, but i've lost children, 3 to be specific, because they didn't know how to survive for longer." Toriel said, starting to get even more serious, walking around Laver, even though he seemed like it was normal. "I don't wanna add you in that list though, Laver, you seem like someone that i can actually trust (even he knows i'm lying, but whatever.), someone who can help me after all i did for the Ruins, so please, i trust in your word, sir." Toriel tried to slowly leave him, but...
"Wait, wait, wait, dear." Laver interrupted Toriel, who was trying to leave.
"What do you want now, sir?" Toriel turned and said, now curious.
"So you left kids in a place they don't know? It isn't a surprise why they die." Laver said, in a dissapointed way.
"They should learn, sir, LEARN." Toriel said in a very upset way, then she proceed to walk away, ignoring any of Laver's rants.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Laver said, now annoyed. "Jeez, what a total fucking crazy bitch, damn, what do i do now?"