I blink and sit up. My head aches but I can't think of any reason it should. Only a single patch of sunlight illuminates the area around me.

I'm sitting in a large cavern with only rocks, dirt, moss, and lichens as company. I look up and feel the color drain from my face. The cavern reaches up several stories but the hole that I must have fallen from is only two stories above me. Too high to even think of climbing up, but low enough that it allowed me to survive this fall. I'm glad that the hole wasn't near the top of the cavern, as falling from there would lead to a quick death.

I'm not getting out that way, that is for certain.

The gentle sunlight that filters from above lets me take in my surroundings somewhat, not that there is much to look at, it's a large empty cavern with a single trail that leads off into the darkness. I could try heading towards that place but fear keeps me in check. It is better to stay here and wait for some form of rescue than risk my life going deeper into caverns that I have never seen before.

Which brings me to the question of why I'm here in the first place. Did I fall? If so how did I get here? I remember waking up today and leaving the house but after that everything is jumbled and blurry, like a badly made home-video. Standing I brush myself off. My body screams in pain causing me to wince. I'm sore, not that I'm surprised, that fall while not lethal, could have at least broken a bone. Surprisingly, though, other than being sore, I'm unharmed.

"Hello?" I shout. My voice echoes in the cavern hollowly. But nobody comes, not that I really expected it. I shiver, feeling dampness prickle at my eyes. I may not have expected anything but knowing I am alone makes this far too terrifying and real. Taking a few calming breaths I decide to look for my purse. It's probably somewhere nearby and in it will be my phone. As long as it is not crushed then I have a chance to escape my predicament. I take a few steps, feeling strange. My center of balance seems... off. Shaking myself, I chalk it up to the fall and fear and continue to look around.

My purse is nowhere in sight. In fact, nothing I normally carry with myself seems to have joined me in this fall. Which confuses me as normally I never go anywhere without my purse.

Then again, I'm not a big fan of hiking either. Yet I somehow ended up down a hole, God knows where, with no one to help me or at least go through it with me.

I take some small comfort from the fact I'm wearing a sweater. It may have been spring but it can still get cold, especially underground and I tend to feel safer when wrapped in warm, soft fabric. Glancing down, trying to remember what sweater I put on today, I freeze. There are two things very wrong with this picture. The first is the color of the sweater. It's green, I don't wear green. Purple, blue, sometimes red, yes but not green. Generally, I find the color doesn't suit my skin tone and as my eyes are brown I see little reason to touch it. What alarms me the most, though, isn't the change in clothes but what I'm missing.

I'm flatter than a pancake and wearing green. I normally am insecure about my bust as it is lacking, especially when compared to the rest of my family, so to suddenly lose what little I did have leaves me feeling insulted and indignant.

But my chest and clothes are not the only things that have changed about me. My hands are smaller than I remember and slightly chubby. Instead of the long fingers and broad hands designed for playing piano, I'm looking at small hands with short, stubby fingers. A child's hand and not my own either.

My breath comes out in gasping bursts and a small part of me recognizes that I'm hyperventilating. I'm stuck in the body of a child, trapped in some underground cavern. The truth of the matter, that I'm probably going to die down here, terrifies me. I want to believe that this is a nightmare but unfortunately, I know the difference between my dreams and reality and this is far, far too real.

When I finally calm down the sunlight is fading away. Shivering I curl in a corner and wait for morning to come. I doubt I will manage to fall asleep. I have never had to sleep on the ground with no blankets before and the vulnerability of this situation worries me. At least curled tight and wearing this sweater I can remain somewhat warm.

Much to my own surprise, I do manage to fall asleep as I'm woken by the sound of soft voices coming towards me.

"B...b...but my mom says coming this close to the surface is dangerous."

"We're not going to be 'close to the surface' we're just to play in the cavern away from all the grown-ups," another voice explains.

"I agree with Whimsum, we should go back. Our parents are going to be worried about us-" the third voice is cut off quickly.

"Shut up 'Princey' you don't get to tell me what to do." The second voice replies with a distinct twang of annoyance.

I sit up and look towards the sound. Three small creatures, about the same height as I probably am come around the corner. The first is a tiny insect-like creature with small wings, the second a creature that reminds me of a red Mike Wozowski from Monsters Ink. It's the third one that makes my heart stop, though. He's a little white humanoid goat with a green and yellow sweater.

I'm looking at a young Asriel Dreemurr, which means the other two creatures are a Loox and Whimsum. I look back to where I had fallen almost hoping that I'm wrong.

There is no a single golden flower anywhere in the vicinity. I stand, so caught up in the realization that just came to me.

"Chara," I whispered, staring at the spot where I had fallen.

"Chara? That's a pretty name. What type of monster are you?" I spin to see Asriel looking at me with curiosity. I must have missed his question. Which was probably asking who I was... which meant that he thought my name was Chara.

It's far too much for me to handle and everything around me goes black.

This suddenly came to my mind and while it's a short little thing I felt the need to post it. I wanted to see what people would think of it. It's probably not my best work but I've been so involved in Undertale these last few days. Well to put it simply I have seen far too many stories focusing around Frisk or OCs and I wondered what would happen if the main character was in a very different situation. Who the main character is, well that's up to you. Is it an OC? Is it Frisk?

Princess Kassie Out.