Toby was a weird kid in elementary school. While even though it was normal to be weird in elementary because you were kids; Toby was a different type of weird. Toby use to write stories. While that may seem regular, He only wrote about one specific story he made up. It was called Undertale. It was about a child who fell underground, which where the child would meet monsters that were trapped underground; and that the main character didn't hurt anyone and saved the monsters. No one really questioned Toby when he made drawings of his characters or stories, but what was weird that on the last day of 3rd grade was when Toby completely stopped talking about it. The character portraits were gone and nowhere to be seen, and Toby wouldn't acknowledge it even existed if people mentioned it.
Time passed on and people forgot about it. But some people did wonder why Toby stopped. Was it because he was bored? Brainwashed? Totally just forgot? No one knew and everyone started to not care. Toby became an average child in the education system, continuing as usual.
Up to high school that is.
It was the first day of highschool, Toby was meeting with his middle school friends and talking about how their summer was. The first thing in highschool that Toby started to get annoyed of was homework. On the first day of school, Toby had to write an essay about their summer and about how they're ready for the school year. He worked the whole night and finally went to bed at 12AM when he was done.
Toby usually didn't have dreams at all, He was the type of person who had dreams randomly. Most of the time the dream was just random ones like everyone else. Flying, fields, other things. But this dream was starting to freak Toby out.
Toby knew he was dreaming, which is uncommon for people when they start to dream, While he had heard of Lucid dreaming, he had never done it before. Toby looked around, and it was all black. He tried imagining things; with no avail. Toby starts to walk in a front line forward. With time, his surroundings start to look alot similar until he stumbles apon an arch.
A blue arch. A tinted blue that seems that it hasn't been touched in years. Dust.
Toby walks inside the arch and surprised to find a little flower. Toby walks up to the flower with caution, as he might be jumpscared by the dream. Toby has heard of those dreams but never really had one like it. Toby trys to grab the flower to pull it out. It doesn't budge. Toby trys more force to lift the flower, it doesn't budge.
Toby starts to get unsure about the flower. The flower seems familiar in a way. Toby have seen flowers before but not a flower like one in front of him. Even though he knows he's in a dream; he's never seen a flower like it before by his memory.
Toby trys one more tuck with full force. By surprise, the flower speaks.
The flower yells. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The flower begins to grow a cartoon-ish face on its front, with his two stubs moving like arms. The flower slaps Toby. Toby freaks out.
"WHO... who.. are you?" Toby says, walking closer to the flower after being knocked away from the flower.
The flower wipes off non-existent dust and sighs. The flower explains something.
"Look kid, if you want to know who I am, you better sleep tomorrow." The flower said. The flower had a somewhat sad face, but It couldn't really be described as sad. "See you later, trashbag." The flower says, smiling at Toby. The flower then plops underground, making the room silent once again.
After the flower disappears, He wakes up. Its 5:30AM.
It's time to go to school.