This story is inspired first and foremost by Toby Fox and his game Undertale. Without that magnificent game I would never have been introduced to the wonderful world of the Underground.
This story is also inspired by Flowerfell AU, Sociopathic-ArchAngel's magnificent story Overgrowth, and jpangel97's wonderful story I'll Never Leave You. The story takes place in the original Undertale universe but it plays on people's desire to do the pacifist run. What happens when you are punished for sparing the monsters of the Undertale universe? Do you give in and take the Kill or Be Killed route or do you continue to defy that route and risk your own eventual death?
On a side note: Frisk is older in this than in the actual game because I kind of ship FriskxSans, that will be present later on in the story.
A young woman rode up to the base of Mt. Ebott in her old black car, intent on hiking up the mountain in order to blow off some steam. The woman, Frisk, was a shorter and petite woman who was all of 18 years old, although she could have easily passed as a 16 year old.
She had chocolate brown hair that went down to the small of her back in silky straight strands. Her small eyes were a lighter brown in appearance with flecks of dark brown scattered throughout. She almost always had a faint tan to her skin that gently complimented her hair and eyes, even in the winter months when the sun was scarce.
Frisk wore a blue and purple striped shirt with sleeves that came down just past her elbows, the fabric of the shirt was light and cool as the summer heat was rather bad this time of year. She also wore a pair of blue jean Capri pants that came down to her calves, and her shoes were a pair of brown tennis shoes. Over all with the way she dressed and with her bodies build Frisk appeared to be more child-like than adult-like, although she definitely acted older than her age.
After losing her parents in an accident at a young age and then living with her grandmother her whole life since that point, Frisk had developed into an adult more quickly than most children her age. Even so the heartache she felt right now was beyond her being an adult, she felt hurt and betrayed something she had never experienced before.
Her boyfriend of one year had just admitted to cheating on her, saying simply that she was too innocent and trusting and she shouldn't be surprised it happened. In her anger she fled from him and drove away, driving and driving but not knowing where she was going.
An hour into the drive Frisk realized she was heading towards Mt. Ebott, some place that calmed her down. A hike, she realized, would be the perfect way to work off the anger and sadness she was feeling.
Frisk stepped out of her now parked car as she looked up at the towering mountain in front of her. A calm sense of peace befell the woman as she admired the mountain. Taking a deep breath Frisk made her way up the overgrown trail that traversed across the side of the mountain.
She lost track of time as her feet kept moving as if directed by another force, her mind thinking back occasionally to the reason she was here. Taking deep breaths she forced down the twitch of anger she felt towards her now ex-boyfriend. He didn't deserve anger, he hadn't said anything mean really, he had simply been honest about how he viewed Frisk.
His betrayal had hurt Frisk deeper than she wanted to admit, although it still didn't mean she had to be angry and hate him. Kindness, after all, was what the world needed most rather than anger. Kindness might not get as much of a response from people, but knowing that there were kind people out there gave some people hope, and Frisk wanted to be important to someone, even if it was through just one kind act. Obviously her ex was not that person, and Frisk was beginning to finally accept that as she climbed up the mountain trail while in thought.
Making her way upwards was beginning to become a bit difficult as the higher she climbed the more overgrown the path became. Failing to notice however Frisk just continued on, until her feet became more tangled in the overgrowth as she went. The woman finally looked down to notice that the path was no longer there, looking back over her shoulder she saw a ways back where the path had become overgrowth and began to make her way back there. However the slight movement she made to turn around left her foot caught on an unseen tree root and she fell down before tumbling backwards onto her behind. Using a hand to try to break her fall she quickly realized there was no ground beneath her hand and she fell backwards into a deep, dark hole that lead down into the heart of the mountain.
As she continued falling Frisk realized there was no way she could survive this fall as the hole had seemed to open into a cavern below her. Closing her eyes as tears of fear gathered in them Frisk only hoped the impact would make her death instantaneous as she didn't want to suffer with the pain from a fall that didn't kill her but left her gravely injured.
Just as she closed her eyes and prayed for that, Frisk felt something gather around her, it felt like a warm protective blanket that seemed to wrap around her. Peeking one brown eye open, she saw faint wisps of purple dancing around her body before she landed with a faint "thud" on the ground below where she looked around, the purple wisps disappearing in an instant before Frisk fainted from the overwhelming panic she had experienced while falling.
Brown eyes slowly flickered open as she came to, staring upwards at what was now a small hole above her. Giving a slight groan, the woman sat up and rubbed her head gently before looking around her. Frisk firstly noticed the bed of bright yellow flowers that she had landed upon; looking at them she tilted her head and admired the bright petals and how they had managed to grow in the underground cavern with just the faintest hint of sunlight and rain reaching them.
Pulling her attention away from the golden blooms Frisk stood shakily to her feet and looked around her feeling a chill of fear crawl through her as she rubbed her arms to try to keep herself warm. She noticed a white stone doorway a short ways from her landing spot. "That's odd…" she whispered softly before walking towards the doorway.
Walking through Frisk looked around, noticing almost right away a small patch of grass and a lone flower that poked out of it. This flower was different from the patch she had landed on however it was golden but had a white center. Approaching slowly Frisk held in a gasp as she realized the flower had a… face.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" It said grinning at Frisk who took a small step back as she looked at the creature. "Heh. You're new to the Underground, aren' tcha?" the flower asked it's grin never wavering as it continued to look at Frisk who gave a slightly hesitant nod of her head. "Well golly gee, you're probably really confused right now huh?" Again Frisk simply nodded too shocked to actually speak to the talking flower. "You're awfully quiet! Anyways let me show you how things work down here in the Underground!" The flower spoke cheerfully before closing its eyes to focus its magical energy.
Frisk noticed lots of little white petals forming around Flowey's golden petals, the woman took a step backwards away from the talking flower. "W-what are those?" she asked cautiously looking at the dancing petals.
"You can speak? Heh and here I thought you couldn't! These are called "Friendliness Petals"! These will help make you stronger if you catch them all when I throw them at ya!" The happy go lucky tone of its voice made Frisk hesitant as she watched the petals still in the air then turn on their sides to shoot at Frisk. The woman stilled as she held her breath not sure that the flower was telling her the truth, however she had no time to react as the petals were shot at her suddenly from the darkness.
"Aaahhh!" Frisk screamed in pain as she felt most of the petals tear at her skin, she had seen a couple aimed for her chest and grasped at it as she felt the wind knocked out of her lungs before falling backwards; she was unable to see those petals turn a dark purple color and disappear into her chest.
Where the petals had struck her arms and her legs she saw cuts had formed and blood oozed from them. Pressing her hand to the right side of her neck she felt a damp sticky substance there, pulling her hand away she saw it was indeed blood. Her gaze suddenly snapped upwards as she looked at Flowey who laughed manically now, his kind looking face changing into a twisted, demonic looking one that grinned toothily at her now.
"Heeheehee! You sure are a stupid human! Who would believe that bull about friendliness petals! Here in the Underground the rules are kill… or be killed! Now get ready to die human! Heeheehee!" Flowey laughed again in the same crazy way as before as a force emanated from him, then a mini tornado of "petals" began to circle around Frisk, slowly closing in on her body, ready to tear into her tender flesh many times over. Giving a faint whimper, unable to scream from fear, Frisk covered her face with her arms and waited for the tearing of petals into her skin.
A loud blast echoed in Frisk's ears as she dared to peek one eye out from under her arm. She saw balls of flames hitting the ground all around Flowey, knocking the flower away from her and causing the tornado of petals to begin to dissipate around her. Gasping now Frisk finally realized she had been holding her breath as she waited to be attacked. Her chest heaved up and down as she looked around for the source of the fireballs, that's when she saw figure rushing up to where she sat on the ground. Frisk's eyes grew wide as she saw what appeared to be a woman, with a goat head, approaching her.
"Oh my! Are you alright, child? What a terrible creature, torturing a poor, innocent youth like that!" she spoke in a shaky tone as she knelt down to observe Frisk better. The woman tried to back away, afraid that the same thing would happen that did with Flowey.
"Please my child, do not fear me. I mean you no harm. My name is Toriel, and I am the caretaker of the Ruins." The goat woman, Toriel, spoke in a soft tone as she extended a fuzzy hand forward, placing it gently on Frisk's arm in a comforting gesture. "Do you have a name, my child?" she asked looking at Frisk who seemed to visibly relax at the nonthreatening touch.
"Y-yes… my name is Frisk." The woman replied shakily as she looked at the goat lady... no, Toriel with an appreciative gaze. Although she wasn't sure why Toriel was referring to her as a child, perhaps it was because of her appearance, or maybe Toriel was quite a bit older than it seemed.
"What a beautiful name, Frisk. You are the first human in a very, very long time to fall into the Underground, I am glad I decided to check here today, it's as though you were calling out to me." Toriel spoke in a pleasant tone as she stood to her feet and extended her hand for Frisk to take. The woman accepted and was pulled gently to her feet.
"I am lucky you came then, I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't." Frisk responded in a weak sounding voice as she trembled slightly. Toriel nodded her head in agreement as she looked at the human again.
"If you follow me, I can lead you through the catacombs here so nothing else harms you and take you to the safety of the Ruins." Toriel offered to Frisk, who gave her a slight nod of her head, scared that she would run into other monsters like Flowey who wanted to hurt her. His words echoed in her mind.
"Here in the Underground the rules are kill… or be killed!"
The words were harsh and cold, but Frisk was sure that it wasn't true. Kindness and happiness could solve things just as well as violence could. Perhaps some of the monsters down here needed to know that.
"Come with me." Toriel said cheerfully as she turned around and lead Frisk out of the near pitch black room. Upon exiting, the two didn't notice Flowey reappear in the patch of grass, watching Frisk with a dark look on his face.
"Heh… let's see how well your human fares now… you can't beat me at my own game Gaster. If she doesn't kill… she WILL be killed, and the monsters will learn that kindness doesn't always lead to happiness." The flower muttered darkly under his breath before disappearing into the ground