Chapter 1

"Another meaningless day..." The young woman sighed as she climbed the hill, closer and closer to Mt. Ebott. She knew it was forbidden to go there, because whenever a person went there they never returned. That was what she wanted though; to disappear and never return to the sad excuse of a life she had on the surface. All she wanted to do was get away from everything and everyone that had ever hurt her.

In front of her was a cave, though one could hardly tell it was there with the vines covering the entrance. She parted the thick vines and made her way past the entrance as curiosity started to get the better of her. The cave was darker than she expected, having to feel her way around slightly on the moist walls. Her foot caught on a rock and she stumbled forward, bracing herself for impact but she continued to fall. She twisted herself in the air before a scream ripped itself from her throat and her world turned blacker than it already was.

Waking with a jolt, the woman bit her lip in pain as she felt her whole back blossom into throbbing agony. She gazed around slowly, seeing broken pillars and strange markings on the walls. Her hand grazed the place under her, turning her eyes to the golden colored flowers. "Are these buttercups?" She questioned as she plucked one, looking it over closely. A smile turned her lips upward as she tucked the golden flower behind her ear and slowly stood.

The young woman slowly made her way toward what looked like an opening in the domed area. A shiver ran up her spine as she passed through the archway and into the next room. A small lit up area had a single flower in the middle of it, with six golden petals surrounding a white center face. "Wait a minute…" she stared at the flower longer and it gazed back at her in a friendly manner.

"Howdy!" A shrill voice erupted from the flower's mouth. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" 'He' she assumed seemed excited, but something felt off about the situation.

"I'm-"

"Hmm… you're new to the Underground, aren't you?" Flowey cut her off from introducing herself. "Golly! You must be so confused!" She glared at the flower for a second due to it sounding rude to her ears. "If you want I can teach you how things work around here."

She felt a massive pull in her chest region and took in a sharp breath, closing her eyes. A great feeling of loss flooded into her system, like she lost most of herself in that pulling sensation. Her eyes snapped open as she heard Flowey gasp, before gasping herself at the sight in front of her. A green and purple heart was floating between the two of them; a jagged dark crack split it right down the middle.

"Wha… What is that?" She reached out and gently ran her fingertips over the heart. A rush of emotions ran through her, and recognition passed over here. This heart was the missing part of her.

"I've NEVER seen a soul like yours before." The flower drew her out of her thoughts. "Anyway, that heart is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being." A gasp passed her lips at the information. "It starts off weak, but gets stronger with LV, or LOVE. You want some love, don't you?" Flowey watched her flinch; he had struck a chord somewhere deep in her.

"Don't worry; I'll share some with you!" Small white seeds were conjured above his head. "Down here, love is shared through little, white 'friendliness pellets'!" The flower's eyes shifted in a strange way, making her not trust his 'friendliness pellets.' "Are you ready? Move around, get as many as you can!"

The pellets started moving toward her soul at a normal rate and she moved out of the way. Flowey gave her an annoyed stare. "Hey buddy, you missed them. Let's try again, okay?" The pellets reformed above his head and flew toward her. She dodged again. "Is this a joke? Are you braindead? RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS!" his face showed anger, to which she glared right back at him. "Friendliness Pellets." He quickly corrected. Another onslaught of seeds came toward her, to which she pulled her soul out of the way. Her eyes turned back to the flower who looked menacingly back.

"You know what's going on here, don't you?" Flowey's voice had shifted into a more sinister tone. "You just wanted to see me suffer." A ring of bullets formed around the bi-colored heart. "DIE." He shouted and chuckled madly. The bullets rotated and started closing in on her soul. She felt utterly helpless in this situation.

A loud crackling sound interrupted the flower's laughter as a bright flame crashed into him, knocking him out of the ground. The pellets surrounding her soul dispersed as it flew back into her chest. She once again felt complete and whole.

She glanced around as a figure appeared out of the darkness. A rather large goat looking woman, wearing white and purple robes with a strange blue and white crest on the front of it, smiled kindly over at her.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth." Her voice was gentle and motherly. "Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins." Toriel folded her hands in front of her. "I pass through here every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come down here in a long time. Come, I will guide you through the catacombs." The goat woman walked through the door she had come through.

She reluctantly followed the goat woman away, wondering if any creature down here would ever let her tell them her name. After a while, Toriel left her to her own devices, telling her that she had to take care of something. The goat woman had given her a cell phone so they could keep in contact with one another.

She rested for a bit, curling her knees to her chest and staring down at the phone. Feelings of loneliness started to seep into her being the more she was alone with her own thoughts. She felt herself missing the only person that she could never see again; her mother. The woman had died a few years ago due to her abusive ex-husband coming to 'finish the job.' She felt herself tear up slightly as she pushed the button to speed dial Toriel's number.

The phone rang a few times before the goat woman answered. "This is Toriel."

"Toriel?" Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke.

"What's wrong?" There was concern in Toriel's tone.

"Would…. Would you mind… if I called you 'Mom'?" Tears were now streaming down her cheeks.

"Well… I suppose…" Toriel hesitated. "Would that make you happy? To call me… 'Mother'?"

"It would make me very happy right now." She murmured.

"Well then, call me whatever you like!"

"Okay, mom." She wiped the tears from her face. "I'll see you soon right?"

"Of course, my child." With that the call ended. It took a few minutes for her to get back to normal and clear her head before standing and going to explore more of the ruins. She ran into a few monsters here and there, talking to them and even giving some spiders money for a donut, before finding herself in front of a big, old tree.

Toriel ran to the side of the tree, dialing a number and placing the phone to one of her ears. A ring echoed in the area before the goat woman turned her head in surprise, seeing her standing there. "How did you get here, my child? Are you hurt?"

"No, mom, I'm fine." She smiled, which Toriel returned.

"I should not have left you alone for so long. It was irresponsible to try to surprise you like this." Toriel bit her tongue slightly. "Err… Well I suppose I cannot hide it any longer. Come, small one." The goat woman turned and entered into what looked like a small house from the outside.

"I'm not that small… I'm twenty-one for Pete's sake." She mumbled. Though, she was rather small compared to Toriel, so she shrugged it off. She followed quickly into the house.

"Do you smell that?" Toriel asked when she walked through the door. She nodded her head, catching hints of cinnamon and butterscotch on the air. "Surprise! It's a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here."

"Thank you." She smiled.

"I'll hold off on making snail pie for tonight." Toriel smiled back. "Here I have another surprise for you." She turned and walked down a hallway to the right.

"This is it." She gently took the human's hand and led her to a door. "A room of your own. I hope you like it." Toriel then lovingly rubbed her hand over the girl's hair in a motherly way before taking off, mumbling about smelling something burning.

She wandered into the room, taking in everything that was inside. There was a box of toys at the foot of the bed, some stuffed animals resting on the welcoming red comforter. A wardrobe and dresser lined the wall, as well as two lamps, a picture of a flower and a box full of children's shoes. She couldn't help but smile at the effort Toriel put into everything to make her feel at home in this strange place.

Pulling her arms up to stretch, though trying to not put too much pressure on her back, she made her way to the bed and belly-flopped onto it. She tucked her arms up under the pillow and sighed out in contentment. Her eyes slowly fell closed and her breathing lengthened, signaling her slumber.

She once more jolted awake, a cold sweat covering her, eyes wide. Her dream had brought back a lot of bad memories from her past. The one that stuck out the most was of her old German Shephard dog getting hit by a car in front of her. She had been around four or five at the time, and grew up with the dog so it made it that much more gruesome to her. She huddled into herself for a few minutes before taking in her surroundings again. The only difference was a plate in the middle of the room with a piece of pie resting on it.

Standing, she stretched out her back, which wasn't in so much pain anymore, hearing a few satisfying pops. She walked over and picked up the plate, sniffing the pie. It was definitely the butterscotch-cinnamon one that Toriel had promised her. She smiled, finding her way out of the room and into the hallway. She walked down to her right to see where the goat woman was. She found Toriel sitting in a large, comfortable looking armchair, reading glasses on and flipping through the pages of a well-used book.

"Hi, mom." She smiled.

"Hello, my child. Did you have a nice nap?" The goat woman returned her smile.

"Yeah… it was okay." She seemed to fidget, staring down at her feet for a second. "Oh yeah, I never did get to tell you my name…"

"Oh how rude of me; in my excitement to have you here… I didn't even ask it." Toriel looked sheepish.

"Selenia."

"Such a pretty name." Toriel gave her a motherly smile.

"My… human mom…" She bit her lip for a second. "Named me after the moon… guesses that's why I'm a bit of a LUNA-tic." She joked.

"Oh…" Toriel chuckled softly at the pun.

"So, what are you reading?" Selenia sat her pie on a nearby table, keeping her eyes on her 'mom.'

"Ah well, it's called '72 Uses for Snails'." Selenia gave her a strange look. "Did you know that snails… make terrible shoelaces?" They both giggled at that.

"Someone actually tried that?" Selenia sat by the large chair, looking over the arm into the book, which Toriel turned to show her. "They must really like experimenting with snails then."

"I've tried to test it myself… It's the reason I don't like wearing shoes anymore." The older woman chuckled. "So how are you with schooling?"

"Well, I had graduated high school about three and a half years ago… Not really sure if I want to go to college or even what I'd take if I did go." She rested her head on the chair's arm.

"I've always wanted to be a teacher, myself." Toriel seemed surprised about the girl's age. "You probably could have guessed that though."

"It's a lot of work though, but if you love kids it's the best choice, I suppose." Selenia stared at the floor as a comfortable silence settled upon them. Her thoughts started to roam back to the surface world above them. She would miss a few things about it; like her electronics and the food, and even her stray cat buddy, Jinxie. She felt slightly home sick the more she thought about it.

"Hey, mom?" She broke the silence.

"What is it, my child?" Toriel glanced from the corner of her eye.

"I don't want to offend, or have any misunderstandings… but I'm curious…" Selenia started, swallowing a small lump at the back of her throat." If I wanted to leave, get back to the surface… where would the exit be?" She felt a chill go through her body, and turned her orbs to stare at Toriel, who looked… distressed? "I mean… I don't really want to leave… but…"

"Do you have someone up there waiting for you?" Toriel's voice was soft and strained.

"No… everyone that I cared about up there are gone… mostly my mother." She felt like an icy spear pierced into her heart, and felt her eyes starting to get moist.

"Oh dear… I'm so sorry…" Toriel gently stroked locks of dark hair in a soothing manner.

"Don't worry about it." Selenia wiped at her eyes. "Curiosity just gets the better of me… I want to explore… meet new people and hopefully make some new friends. Though I'm also wondering… If I could do anything to help everyone get to the surface…"

"I won't stop you if you want to leave the ruins and explore… You're old enough to decide for yourself, but I warn you; if you come in contact with ASGORE, run. He will try to take your soul to break the barrier separating us from the surface." Toriel sighed. "Please, just keep in touch, let me know you're okay, and you're always welcome to come back any time you want."

"Thanks mom." She stood and hugged the goat woman around the shoulders, getting misty-eyed once again. "I promise, I'll call you every day."

"I look forward to your calls." Toriel gave a sad smile as she hugged the girl back. "The exit to the ruins is down the stairs in the entry way. Be safe, and stay away from ASGORE."

"Will do, mom." Selenia smiled before letting go of the hug and walking to the table to collect her pie. "Do you have a box or something I can put this in?"

"Of course." Toriel stood, taking off her reading glasses and setting her book in the chair. She moved swiftly to the kitchen, returning with a small folding box. She gently picked up the pie and placed it in the box.

"Thanks again mom, for everything." They hugged once more before Selenia walked off toward the stairs. She took a deep breath before descending down them. She wandered through the long halls before coming to a door that led to another long hallway. The hall opened into another large dark area with a small shaft of light that held that annoying flower.

"Well, lookie here at who's all high and mighty." Flowey had a sneer pasted to his face.

"Not talking to you, la la la." Selenia skipped passed him, the flower shouting profanities at her as she opened the door on the far side of the room. It led out into a snowy forest. She gazed around in wonder, a smile dancing across her lips. The ruins door closed behind her as she started moving forward.

A few minutes pass as she walks and regret about not wearing warmer clothes strikes her hard. It was summer on the surface so she was clad in a tee shirt, shorts and flip-flops. She couldn't feel her toes now. She stepped over a stick in the path, rubbing her arms for warmth. Hearing a snap, she turned back to look at the stick, seeing it was broken in half. A shiver of fear crawled up her spine as she decided to move a little bit faster.

Selenia passed by two closely grown trees and swore she heard a heavy footfall crunch into the snow. "Stop messing with me whoever you are!" She attempted to growl out, but sounded more like a whimper due to her shivering. She stopped at a small bridge, prancing in place to gather more heat when the footsteps started up again.

She froze in place, feeling an ominous presence behind her. The footsteps stopped right behind her. "Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" A deep voice shook her to her very core. "Turn around and shake my hand."

Very slowly, she turned, seeing a hand reaching out to her. She nervously grasped it, not feeling much warmth from it. Then, a loud noise of flatulence caught her off guard, making her draw her hand back to her in a hurry. Before her was a laughing skeleton, clad in a blue jacket with a grey, fur lined hood, basketball shorts and white slippers. In its hand was a small whoopee cushion.

"heheh… the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny." She had to agree with him and chuckle. "anyways, you're a human, right?" He gazed at her with white pinpricks of light in his eye sockets.

"As human as it gets." She replied.

"that's hilarious." He had an ever present grin on his skull. "I'm sans. Sans the skeleton."

"Selenia." She nodded quickly before he could continue onto anything else.

"I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now, but… y'know… I don't really care about capturing anybody." He watched her, lazily.

"Capture?" She questioned.

"now my brother, papyrus… he's a human hunting FANATIC." He glances over her shoulder. "hey, actually, I think that's him over there." He points. She turns herself to look as well. "I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy."

"Wait… these beams are supposed to be a gate?" She glances back at him, an eye brow raised.

"yeah, go right on through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone." She started walking and he followed her lead. "quick, get behind the sentry station and stay low."

Selenia complied with his request, shuffling behind the counter of the wooden structure. Under the counter she came face to face with many different ketchup, mustard, and relish containers; some were empty and some were full. She then peeked over the counter, giving the skeleton a nod.

~So… uh hey =D It's been a really long time since I've posted anything fanfiction related… Yeah so heh, started getting really into Undertale recently so, why not post something about it right? So… I don't really know what else to say here, give me feedback maybe? =D and have a great day! =)