Hi!

So, first of all, this is a Male! Chara X Reader. I want to clear that up.

Second: The Soul OCs won't be featured as much in later chapters. I just needed to get the exposition crap out of the way.

Third of all: this story will contain: Rape/Non-Con (READER IS NOT RAPED!), Cussing, Underage, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Anyway, please enjoy!

Once upon a time...

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Thank the stars there's a forest coming up. You dash through a path not taken.

His footsteps are growing louder, but you don't let that deter you. There's no way you'd win an encounter from him. Shit, why did it have to be him of all people?! Your breathing becomes faster as you keep running, adrenaline soaring throughout you.

"Jesus, just quit already!" You hear him yell.

But you refuse.

Deeper in the woods you go, then. Your legs are starting to feel like jelly, your lungs burning for air.

If you slow down, you're probably as good as dead.

But...when will he stop chasing you?

Don't give into that loser! Keep going!

Stay determined!

You're almost there!

You have little time or energy to focus on where the voices come from. Almost where, though?

Somewhere safe.

New Home.

We're rooting for you, (Y/N)!

You continue running, heart pumping even faster. You think he's starting to lose track of you, but you're not postive, so you keep running. Stars, where are you, even? No one ever told you where these woods would lead one to if they continued through it. Well, you guess you're going to find out. It's better lost than dead at this point.

After around ten minutes of your pace gradually slowing down, you start walking again. All around you are large, green trees. It's completely silent; you can't hear anything artificial. As you walk, you place your hands atop your head to help get your breathing back in order.

You keep walking, hoping you'll find a way out sooner rather than later. Where the hell are you?! How far could you possibly be from your town?

As you continue forward, a pit full of foreboding gathers in your stomach. Shivers run down your spine as you continue through the woods. After much wandering, you come across a large hole, stopping and peering over the edge.

You see the bottom, but it looks like you'd definitely get hurt if you fell.

Jump.

Take the leap.

Don't be scared!

You won't regret it!

Fall.

Nine.

We want to meet you!

You frown at the voices.

"Who are you?" you ask.

Jump, and you'll see.

That is the last thing you hear from the seven voices as you take a few precautionary steps backwards.

You're not really going to fall, are you?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear leaves rustle and twigs snap in the distance. You twirl around to see what the noise is, but you don't see anything.

Instead of calling out to see if anyone is there like those stupid girls in horror movies, you take one step back.

Something catches your heel, causing you to trip and fall backwards.

You topple over the edge, the light of the opening growing smaller and smaller with every foot you fall. You feel like your adrenaline should be pumping throughout your body, heart racing with anticipation rather than fear. Somewhere deep in your gut, you knew that...you'd be safe here. Someone was waiting for you without knowing it.

…

"Oh my! You've fallen, haven't you? Ah, well, don't be scared! We'll help you!"
…

Soft.

Warm.

Safe.

Cracking your eyes open, fighting against the urge to just...fall asleep again. A sharp pain disturbs your thoughts as you combat sleepiness and sit up, rubbing your head. You feel a bit sore all over, but your legs are tingling with pins and needles. You grunt, tossing the heavy blanket aside, then swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You sit up slowly, then pause for a second to get through the sudden wave of dizziness that washes over you. When it passes, you let out a soft sigh, looking around. You're in some kind of kid's room.

You're sitting on a twin-sized bed that's been pushed up against a wall. A nightstand resides next to it, a lamp sitting atop it. Next to it is a dresser, decorated with a noteworthy collection of glass bottles, little odds and ends, like small, rusted pocket watches, keychains, and coins. Across from you is an old, wooden desk, sporting cracked picture frames with pictures of...somewhat familiar kids. Okay, then. You try to stand, holding onto the bed post for support.

After you regain your balance, you start walking to the splintered door, looking for a knob, but not finding one. You gently push it open, and it swings open with a creak.

Now, you're standing in a long hallway. The wall across from you are covered in holes, some small, others big enough for you to walk through. To your left is another door, and to your right is a staircase, which winds down into a lower level. You turn right, but pause when you hear voices.

"What was that?" one asks.

"Ooh! I think she's awake! Let's check!"

"Wait one second. I'll look." There are a few more murmurs, but they pause when you

Past the staircase is another room, which you think is supposed to be the living room. A head pokes out from another corner inside there.

"Hi there!" he greets. You back up a little unintentionally. His eyes widen, then he begins walking forward. "Hey, we're not going to hurt you. What's your name? I'm Chara, first fallen human."

You bite your lip. "I'm (Y/N)."

He smiles. "Hello, (Y/N)." A few other heads poke out from where Chara just was. They all smile at you.

"You're the ninth fallen human," Chara continues, walking forward. The others follow his lead. "I know you're confused. I was, too."

"Am I...are we...in...the Underground?" you ask, folding your arms against your chest.

"Yep! The stories about the monsters are true. Except, they aren't nearly as mean as the stories depict them to be." Chara responds. "Hey, come have a seat with us. We'll tell you everything!"

You start walking forward, your bare feet slapped across the wooden floor. The other kids come out, all in striped sweaters of varying colors. One kid, however, is...not human.

His fur is a blinding white, eyes a spearmint green. His sweater is lime green with a bright, yellow stripe crossing it. It's identical to the one Chara is wearing. A goat child...?

"I'm Asriel. Uh...I won't hurt you. I get that the monster's appearances take some getting used to." He smiles shyly.

"Whoa!" you say, analyzing his dark eyes. "Wow...your eyes are...dang. Sorry. I've never seen a shade of green that deep in human's eyes. Nice to meet you, too, Asriel."

"Oh, uh...thanks! I guess I got it from my dad, heh. It's nice to meet you too, (Y/N)," he replies, his shoulders relaxing in relief.

You glance the other six or so human kids scattered around the room. They all catch your confused glance.

"Introduce yourselves," Chara instructs.

"I'm Genisis, second fallen human, Justice Soul," a girl that looks a little younger than you says. She has dark, brown, wavy hair says. Her sweater is a bright yellow with an orange stripe.

"I'm Nora, fourth fallen human, Perseverance Soul," another girl with jet-black hair that goes down to her shoulders says. Her sweater is a royal purple with a dark blue stripe running across it.

"I'm Oliver, the fifth fallen human, Kindness Soul." a redheaded boy says. He's wearing a dark, green sweater with a light blue stripe running across it.

"I'm Xander, the sixth fallen human, Bravery Soul," a young, black-headed boy says. His sweater is a light orange with a light green stripe.

"I'm Frisk, the eighth fallen human, Determination," informs a brown-headed girl wearing a red sweater with a dark, blue stripe.

"Shaun, uh...I think I'm the third fallen? Anyway, I'm the Patience Soul," replies a blonde boy with a light, blue sweater with a red stripe.

"I'm Asher, seventh fallen. Integrity is my main trait," answers a boy with dirty blonde hair wearing a dark blue sweatshirt with a yellow stripe.

"(Y/N). Nice to meet you all," you respond.

"How does your head feel?" Frisk asks.

"Um...a little sore, that's all," you answer, awkwardly folding your hands together. You examine your outfit; you're still wearing the same one you wore when you fell. It's tattered and ripped in places.

"May I examine your head?" Oliver asks, standing up.

"It's likely she has a concussion," Nora agrees, following Oliver.

"Uh..." you're not sure how to respond.

"In a minute, Olly. Here, how about we wait for your head to heal before we explain further? It's a lot to digest, and a concussion won't help," Frisk replies.

"Want us to go get mom?" Nora asks as two of the other humans rise.

"Yeah. Tell her what happened, then bring her back. Olly, stay here. We could use your magic. Me, Frisk, Olly, and Genisis will stay here," Chara says. The four of them nod, then shuffle out of the front door, which has rotted and decayed in places.

"Come on, you should rest," Frisk says, smiling at you and gesturing for you to follow her. You walk behind her, following her to the room you woke up in.

You take a seat on the bed, rubbing your forehead. Frisk pulls up a chair beside you, and the other two enter the room as well. Oliver kneels in front of you, a small flashlight in his hands. He proceeds to shine the flashlight in your eyes.

"Yes, she has a concussion. I'm not sure how bad, but I think I can heal it," he says.

"You can heal it? But don't you just...I dunno, sleep it off? Not think hard?" you question.

"That's human treatment. Down here, monsters have something much more effective. Magic," he says, placing his hands on the sides of your face and closing his eyes.

"Magic? It's real?" you ask as wisps of green start to plague your vision.

"Mmm-hmm. How're you feeling?" Oliver asks.

"Sleepy," you answer, stifling a yawn.

"That means it's working," Oliver points out.

You grow quiet as the magic does its job. Slowly, the information begins to settle.

You're in the Underground.

Monsters exist.

Magic is a thing now, too.

You're, most likely, trapped here.

What about your family on the surface? Your old family? Your life? You're too sleepy to address these issues. They can wait until tomorrow.

Voices come and go as your eyes start closing. Is someone holding you? No, you're lying down now.

Once your eyes close completely, you let out a soft sigh before sleep has you firmly in its hold.

…

Splotches of white and green invade your vision when you wake up for the second time. You groan, once again tossing the considerably thinner blanket to the side.

"Ah, child, you are awake." You gasp at the new voice, suddenly growing discombobulated and flailing, then falling on the floor. You roll over onto your back. Well, at least you aren't sore anymore.

"Goodness, child, are you okay?" comes the same voice.

"Yeah, I'm good," you respond, using your elbows to lift yourself up. When you finally manage to get your neck straight and your head is up, you look up to see...a very tall...goat woman with deep, purple eyes. She sticks her paw out to you, and you take it, righting yourself as she pulled you up.

She smiles at you. You grin back.

"My children have told me about you, (Y/N). I am Toriel, Queen of the Underground. It is very nice to meet you," she says, stepping back to give you a little bit of space.

"It's nice to meet you, too," you respond after you're steady again.

"Would you like a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie? I just finished it before I came to check on you," she offers.

You're too frazzled to deny her. "Uh...please..."

She smiles again. "Alright, I'll be right back. Please, make yourself at home!" The goat woman walks away, leaving you alone.

You're no longer in the other place; now, you're inside a much fancier room. The bed you were laying on is huge, probably a queen size. It, the nightstand beside it, and the footlocker in front of it probably took up a fourth of the room. You walk over to the window of the room, pushing aside the red curtain.

From here, you can see many cities, and the rocky ceiling of the Underground. Where are you right now? It doesn't look even close to the place you were just at. You let go of the curtain, letting it return to its original position. Pivoting on your heel, you look around some more. On the opposite side of the wall is a clean, wooden desk, and beside it is a trash can. Bookshelves cover part of the walls, sporting many types of books, from Edgar Allen Poe to manga. The walls are painted a gentle shade of red. There's a dresser next to the desk, and it has many photo frames on top.

"Here you are, Miss (Y/N). A slice of homemade butterscotch-cinnamon pie just for you!" You turn around to see Toriel walk in with a plate of pie. Behind her are more monsters.

These monsters look more like...anthropomorphic dogs. They are holding bags of something you can't quite make out from here.

After Toriel sets the pie down on the desk, she turns to the dogs and says, "Please set those over there," she turns back to you, "we managed to find more fitting clothes for you. After you change, please feel free to explore the Castle and meet everyone."

You nod, then respond, "Thank you, Queen Toriel. Also...could I ask you some things?"

"Oh, don't bother with formalities right now. Just call me Toriel. Please, ask away, dear."

Hm, where to start...? "I understand that I'm in the Underground, but...what happened after I fell asleep?"

"One of my sons healed your concussion, then my husband and I were notified that another human had fallen. One of my good friends helped get you here, and we tried our best to heal your remaining injuries," she clarifies.

You nod. Hopefully you'll get to meet these people soon. "Alright. Where...is this place?"

"We're towards the end of the Underground now. The Barrier is not too far away from here, but the place that you fell at? It is quite a while away. The Underground is divided into sections. My children would be more than happy to give you a tour," she says.

You nod, then thank her. She smiles and reminds you to eat your pie, shower, and get dressed before she heads out, the dog guards following suit. You sigh, collapsing back on the big, fluffy bed.

Well, today's been one hell of a day. Monsters are real, so is magic, apparently...you sigh, rubbing your face and running your fingers through your tangled hair. Someone changed your outfit, much to your dismay. Now, you're wearing a long, purple nightgown with the white symbol printed on the chest. You wonder what it could mean.

With another grunt, you stand up again, walking to the door that you think leads to the bathroom. Sure enough, when you push it open, you find yourself standing inside a huge bathroom.

...Maybe staying Underground won't be so bad after all.

Shrugging yourself out of the nightgown, you toss it aside and set the clean clothes on your bed. After that, you hop in the shower, picking all of the dirt and grimy stuff out of your hair. Then, you nearly scrub your skin raw, avoiding the areas that are a little sorer. When you get out, you wrap a towel around yourself, then wash your face in the sink.

You sigh when you're out, the feeling of cleanliness relaxing you. Sighing in content, you dry off and change into the clothes Toriel has gathered for you: a white t-shirt with faded, blue jeans. Eh, it's better than nothing for now. You realize you don't have any of your belongings with you, which makes you sigh. Hah, no money, no phone, no family...

You shake your head. You'll find a way. You always do. Then, after hesitantly tasting the butterscotch-cinnamon pie, you gobble it down. It's the perfect mixture and contrast of flavors.

After checking yourself in the mirror and fixing your hair to the way you want it, you walk out.

The hallways are long, stretching into corridors that lead stars know where. You decide to go left.

There are pictures of monsters you haven't seen yet all over the walls. Many of the pictures are labelled with names, places, dates, times...you gaze at every one. A turtle named Gerson wielding a huge war axe. A bunny warrior who remained nameless. A woman named Consolas gripping a sword. These monsters must have been fierce warriors. As you creep along the carpeted floor, you notice that some of these pictures aren't just monsters. They're humans, too, which confuses you. When you were little, your parents told you the stories about the monster-human war. Didn't the two species hate each other?

Well...when you think about it, it would make sense if not all humans wanted the monsters to go Underground. Maybe this particular one was a rebel of some sort? The name isn't legible, so you gaze at the man in the drawing. It looks pretty old. You wonder if there's a date on the back.

Moving on, you see that there aren't any more pictures or paintings, much to your disappointment. Instead, there's a right turn, which you follow. You haven't really seen anyone on this floor yet, which you think is a bit odd. Oh well, you have to find your way out eventually, right?

Sticking to that thought, you keep exploring the twisting and winding hallways. You pass more paintings, studying each one. After aimlessly wandering throughout the Castle, you come across a room, which you see Queen Toriel, another goat person, this one taller than Toriel, and all of the human children. Frisk spots you first.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" she yells, waving you over. Shyly, you wave back. Toriel and Asgore turn to you, too.

"I apologize, (Y/N). I forgot to give you directions on your way down," Toriel starts.

"Don't worry about it. I'm here now," you respond with a small smile.

"Sweet! You're just in time for dinner, too!" Xander yells, a big, goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Hello, Miss (Y/N). Welcome to the Underground!" says the taller goat person. "I'm Asgore, King of the Underground!"

"Nice to meet you, King Asgore!" you respond.

"Just Asgore is fine, dear. Please, join us for dinner. I feel like we've a lot to discuss."

…

Soon enough, you're seated with the Dreemurrs for dinner. Toriel has prepared much food, and it's scattered among the table you're all seated at. Casual chatter fills the atmosphere while you sit quietly at your chair, picking and nibbling on your food.

"(Y/N)!" someone says. You turn to meet the voice.

It's Frisk, but Chara, Xander, and Genisis are all gazing at you expectantly as well.

"Yeah?" you respond.

"Are you going to stay here?" Xander asks.

You manage to prevent yourself from freezing up. Stay? After all this family has done for you?

"I don't..." you're interrupted by a booming voice.

"You are more than welcome to live with us, child," Asgore says from across the table.

"Oh...um...I don't know. You guys have been so nice to me already," you respond.

"It's no trouble. Although, we cannot force you to stay here. If you do not wish to stay with us, I will see to it that you're given a satisfactory home," Asgore states.

"You really don't have to," you respond, guilt creeping up your spine. Ugh, why are they so nice?!

"We will not leave out on the streets, dear. You do not have to answer now. Maybe after you're given a tour, it'll make your decision easier,"

You wonder about the Barrier. Can't humans pass through it? If so, then would have any of the other kids left by now? You're a little homesick, but something tells you that it won't be a smooth ride trying to get home. You probably shouldn't ask about it around the monsters, though.

"That sounds great," you eventually say.

"Then it is settled. Tomorrow, you will get a tour of the Underground," Toriel says, "and, after dinner, we'll have someone show you around the Castle while everyone else gets ready for bed,"

"Aww, mom! Can't we get to know the new human more?!" Shaun complains.

"You can tomorrow," she replies.

The rest of dinner is filled with sibling banter, good food, and more pie. You managed to finish your food, but you don't get too involved in the chitchat unless someone asks you a question. Toriel serves more pie after everyone's plates have been cleared. She even gives you a puff of whipped cream on the top of your slice, which makes you a little happier inside.

You finish your second slice of pie, then you place it in the sink before Toriel can notice.

As soon as the last of the younger kids have finished, Toriel and Asgore begin to direct them to bed, instructing Frisk and Chara to give you a tour of the Castle.

First up is the living room. It's huge, with far too many couches, even for a family this big. There are assorted toys and books lying in neatly packed buckets.

"Remember," Chara starts, "if you want to play with the toys, you have to clean up afterwards."

"I'll keep that in mind," you joke, a small smile on your face.

After that is the ballroom, which has checkered floors, tables pushed to the side, and a large stage. It looks like one of those typical romanc-y ballrooms you'd see in a Disney movie. You gaze at the stained-glass windows, the pictures' meaning unclear to you. A large, glass chandelier hangs in the center of the ceiling, its crystals reflecting the lights.

"Sometimes, mom and dad will throw a random or seasonal party here," Frisk informs you.

"It's beautiful," you say honestly. It seems like it'd be the type of party you'd have to wear a fancy evening gown for.

They show you the kitchen, where cooks are cleaning up.

"They help mom cook," Frisk explains, answering your unspoken question.

"Dang," you say, "that's a big kitchen,"

After that are many rooms for all of the workers. They show their rooms, which look similar to yours but have more decoration and have a slightly different layout than yours.

"C'mon!" Frisk says when you're finished touring the grand castle, "we'll show you back to your room,"

You follow Chara and Frisk as they work their way through the halls.

"I know how you feel," Chara says suddenly when Frisk darts ahead to do something.

"Huh?"

"When I fell, I wasn't sure how to feel. I thought I'd be an outsider forever. But, you'll be surprised at how quickly the monsters adapt to new humans," he grins.

You sigh. "I don't know, I just...I feel like I'm intruding."

"You aren't. We're glad a new human has fallen down," he replies.

You bite your lip, debating on whether or not you should ask him about the Barrier. It doesn't matter; he notices your sudden fidgety behavoir anyway.

"What's on your mind?" he asks.

"...I was thinking about the Barrier," you admit.

His face falls suddenly, like he's having some sort of flashback. Damn, you knew you shouldn't have asked that. He mutters something you didn't catch.

"I'm sorry?" you ask, feeling like a complete asshole.

"The Barrier was...reinforced," he repeats.

You frown. Reinforced? So now everyone who's down here is trapped forever?

"Not even humans can pass through it?" you ask. "Wait, but how did...who would..."

"We don't know. Maybe it was part of the spell that the original wizards used? To reinforce itself after so many years. Or maybe there's another human wizard that still knows and hates monsters out there. Stars, who knows?" he sighs as Frisk darts back around.

"We're almost there!" she says.

"Yeah. Well, goodnight, (Y/N). Come on, Frisk," he says.

"Um...hey, Chara?"

He stops, then turns. "Yeah?"

"...This might sound like a weird question, but...why do you and the other humans sound a lot like the voices I was hearing up on the surface right before I fell?"

He smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We all hear those, but no one knows who they are. They sound like us, but aren't us."

"Huh," you say.

"Something to think about, isn't it?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I heard them when I fell, too," Frisk says. "They're weird, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they are," you respond.

"Well, see you tomorrow. Get some sleep, 'cause we're gonna be walking a lot tomorrow. Let's go, Frisk," Chara says, pulling on Frisk's arm. She waves briskly.

"Night, (Y/N)!" Frisk says.

"Goodnight, you two!" you reply, stepping inside your room and gently shutting the door.

You sigh, wondering what you're going to do, what's going to happen to you, what the future will look like. What if your family's worried about you? What if you're proclaimed missing?

You shake your head, reminding yourself that you can't focus on that right now. You take the sheets off of the bed, pulling them up to your chin after you climb in. Instead, you think of all the questions you have. What are Souls? What did the kids mean when they were talking about their traits? How many monsters are there? What's the deal behind the Barrier?

You fall asleep after an hour or so of thinking.

You hope that this new life won't be bad.

Tell me what you think!