A/N: Hello everyone! So, I recently played a game recently, Undertale, and I absolutely loved it. So, I started drawing Fanart of it (Freely visit my DeviantART, I'm stupidusernamepolicy. Yaaaay, self advertising!), and this morning I got the idea for this.

Also, I have to warn you, I'm thinking about halting my fanfiction A New Life. It's just very poorly written, I don't see it going anywhere and I don't have the nerves to fix all of that, it's really long… Sorry.

So yeah, this will be like an aftermath of the neutral ending in which you kill everyone but Toriel and Undyne, and it's going to be told in protagonist's point of view. It's going to be something new for me, so forgive me for any mistakes I do. Also, I know that Toby Fox said Frisk is any gender player says, that sorta makes them "agendered" or "Nonbinary", but in this Frisk's a female

Chapter 1:

Down The

Rabbit Hole

... I guess... I should tell you how all of this happened... Shouldn't I?

I live in a small town of XXYY. It's a really nice place, under a mountain and everything, surrounded by forest. I live there with my mom, dad used to too but he's not really around enough to tell that he really lives there. It's a peaceful place, even though there are some minor crimes and disappearances from time to time, but it's so rare people barely notice.

My mom? She's a great person! She cooks for me, always wears nice clothes, and she's really kind. She has that nice little heart locket she always wears.. She never talks about how she got it, but that's okay. Though, something's been off with her last few days.

She's been acting strange lately.

It seemed like she's upset. I tried to talk to her over the time and she just over time kept said something about magic, and skeletons, and Mt. Ebott, and something like "level of violence", and that it's been over a decade since it all happened.. I probably looked pretty dumbfound because when she looked down to me she smiled and said that she shouldn't worry me with all that complicated stuff. She must have noticed that all she said got me concerned, because she mentioned that we're going to visit dad tomorrow. Like they say, curiosity killed the cat

Today, mom's phone rang. She wasn't around so I went to pick it up and say whoever was calling to try and to call later, but they hung up before I could even pick up.

I wanted to check out who called, who knows, maybe it was dad. But the funny old phone my mom's was, it sent me to voicemail library instead. Mom didn't get a lot of voicemails nowadays, so a strange old one caught my eye immediately. Instead from family and friends, this one was just plain numbers, no name. And with that it was over a decade old! I knew I shouldn't sniff around mom's stuff, but I was really curious, so I checked if she was anywhere near and played it.

It was really weird. A strange voice just spoke about a human, told something that seemed like a fairy tale. It told something about a monster queen that wanted to restore peace in the underground, but was overthrown by a hero and exiled back to the ruins that were probably the queen's previous home. Huh. sounded like one of Mom's stories.

Then the story got really strange. The voice, I think it was a man, put himself into the story, saying he joined the queen in her home to keep her company and ended the call with something that sounded even scary. He said he had no heart to tell her about what mom had done, how she killed someone. His brother..?

After he hung up, I heard mom coming, so I turned the phone back to the missed calls menu and put it back to its place. Mom sometimes told me stories about people like that… A heroine that goes by name Undyne, a kind queen named Toriel, a magical robot made by a genius scientist named Mettaton, the list just went on and on. My mom was and still is a person that's very fond of telling fairy tales.

That night I couldn't get to sleep. I was sitting on my bed, looking in the distance at the naked mountain looming in the distance. It was kinda sad, it looked like nothing ever lived there. I tried to remember the name of the mountain… I was sure it started with an "E"… Evon? Ebil?

Oh yeah, it was Ebott. .. Didn't mom mention something about it earlier? Why would a mountain make her sad? Is she sad about our neighbor's son that wandered off there a year ago? Nah, that's nuts, we barely knew them.

But I started to get curious. I was wondering what kind of connection mom had with that mountain because to go up there was forbidden, like it was some unspoken rule.

After a while the curiosity got the best of me. I got up, changed from my pajamas into my favorite climbing clothes; a soft black turtleneck shirt, a long purple hoodie, brown pants and boots, and a long, old red scarf with dust long entangled with the threads (I sometimes wonder why mom never washes it out..). I took my backpack, put a few things inside, like a bag of chips I was hiding in the closet and pocketknife my dad once gave me when we went camping and went out through the window. It's only going to be a few hours and I'll be back at the house, safe and sound, right?

Hmmm... Just in case, I made a decoy, in case I'm late, so that mom doesn't worry if she gets up early.

Even though it took me a while, climbing the mountain wasn't that hard.

Despite how it looked from a distance, the top was really nice, though the wind was blowing pretty harshly. The sky was clear, it was almost like no pollution ever got there; I could see the sky was just bursting with stars.

Now, don't get me wrong, I knew about the legend; "Those who climb up the mountain Ebott leave not to return" and stuff. But that's just poppycock, right? Yeah, many people have vanished, but that didn't happen in almost a year now. I continued walking until I saw a bead of golden flowers, near a huge pit like a sinkhole. A shiver went down my back, and the worst is I didn't even know from what; the sudden rise of cold wind, the bottomless pit or just strange familiarity of the golden flowers. For some reason, even the extremely soft scarf got a bit itchy

My gut was telling me it was time to leave. Though, even if the flowers awoke a strange feeling in my gut, I wanted to get at least a few for dad, so I went closer.

Though, I stepped over my shoelace or tripped over a root or something, I can't really remember, because the second after I took that step I was falling down the huge hole.

I woke up probably hours later, lying on a thick bed of yellow flowers. My whole body was aching, but nothing seemed broken so I got up and looked around. It seemed like ruins of some sort, and it was very dark. I looked up and saw, far above, the night sky. Then I remembered: I fell. I started panicking, thinking how mom would be worried about me and how the heck would I get back up

Then, I saw a Flower.. moving? It was rising out the grass and looking at me with a smile.

"Howdy!" it said. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"

I had to be dead or I hit my head when I fell and was seeing things.

It gave me a weird look before starting to ramble about something called "LOVE" and "EXP", then it started shooting out some strange things that looked like seeds that he called "friendliness pellets".

Something down in my gut was telling me that those things were nothing good, so I made my way around them. The flower- err, Flowey, seemed like he's getting annoyed, before one of those things hit me; it hurt like the pellet stabbed me. I fell down and his expression got really scary, before he surrounded me with a bunch of those things and said something like "Kill or be killed".

Though, when they touched me, nothing happened. Even more so, the pain from the other hit completely disappeared!

Flowey looked confused before a flame literally blasted him off, away from me. A woman, no, a goat..? Something in between, approached me, and behind her was a short skeleton with a grin stretched over his face.

Okay, then I knew I was going completely insane. Those two looked like… Like uh…

"Hello" she said, cutting off my thoughts "My name's Toriel. I'm the caretaker of the ruins. And this is Sans" she continued, gesturing to the smaller skeleton.

Their expressions changed a lot after they saw me. Both like they saw a ghost, and me standing there and staring at them like I just saw the eighth world wonder was the cherry on the top I'd bet.

"… My child?" was all Toriel made out, expression changing to a happier one, while skeleton looked like he was displeased… No, even disgusted that he saw me.

I only managed to push through some confused sounds before I got a bear hug from her

"Oh, my child, I was so worried, so much time has passed since… Since.."

At that point there weren't any words to express just how confused I was.

"Now then!" she continued, letting go of me and taking my hand "Please, let's go home. I'm making your favorite!"

We walked through the ruins for what seemed like hours. She guided me through puzzles, and I was too intimidated by the skeleton's judging glare to say anything. After a while we got to a nice, cozy house. The goat lady showed me my room and with less explanation than I'd expect put me to bed. Even though I recently had a snooze, I felt so tired and worn out by the surprises that I fell asleep like a rock.