THIS IS THE REWORDED VERSION OF The PREVIOUS CHAPTER!

Hello! Important notes at the end of the chaper. And if you have and questions or concerns pm me! (Im talking to like 1 person tho XD)

Big mention to kylapon for following and favoriting the story!

Also shoutout to Nikolaides for the comment/feedback! As I said it was like 4 in the morning too I guess a excuse for the sloppy mess and big mistakes (like me getting Noah's name wrong halfway through the chapter

Well here you gp!

BOLD = My notes and other things

"" = character talking

A word lol = thinking or memories/flashbacks

CAPITALS YAY = Yelling or paps lines

The story will be on the rails with the original story go UnderTale but here will be differences here and there. So yea point out anything if I'm doing something wrong or would like for me to add! This story is First person POV of my OC!

I see their hatred. As if I was the cause of the problem. It manifests in their soul and devours them - consumes them. It tears them apart. But, even hatred glows. It scares the darkness away. Theres no fate worse than getting consumed by the darkness. I feel the darkness watch me from the safety of the city. Its stares at me, molding me from the numerous alleys and dark paths. The darkness has already consumes some of me. It feasts on my memories, wants, and feelings. Not to much, not to little. So much to make me forget the name of the city. I wake to the sound of the busy city. Cars run on the pavement and adults shop and feast on a early morning breakfast. However, their is the smell of gas, trash and pollution in the air - another high of the city's state of economy. This city - my fake home, is the home that housed "citizens" like me, trapped because of "unforeseen" and "unfortunate" circumstances. I think it's the darkness. It shaped the city. Many lived like me - no place to call home with no money to save. This city is so in shambles it can't even afford a orphanage for the thousands of kids living here, not to mention the adults. All of them, abandoned, alone, afraid. I, however, had what most people couldn't get in this life. Someone you can trust. But that is dangerous. It comes with a hefty price - becoming vulnerable. They disappear every night. one by One by ONE. Plucked from their life, never to be seen again. Still a fate worse than death. But it talks to me. It says nothing but the whispers of ghosts - who I can only imagine are the missing souls.

"Sorry. But must be done." I whispered to my one and only person who stuck with me for more than a hour. His name was Noah. He wasn't much older than me, being 17. He had a soft jacket on, which felt like flowers. I only felt his face surprisingly once. The hair extended below his ears, suggesting his years without a cut. One pair on jeans was the best he could manage to find while scavenging for food. He had the only pair of shoes which we shared when someone went out. We shared everything. Clothing, food, money - especially money. But he was in better shape. He always was. We barely got enough money from people strolling - but surprising because of the atmosphere of the city. He was my brother I never had, and my pair of eyes. His personality was outgoing and positive, no matter the situation we where in. We would be staring at death from anything and he would be the most positive and caring person I ever knew. Well, almost. He wouldn't give up though. He always believed in me and the fact that we would get out of this abyss. He was mostly consumed by the darkness though. I could feel it. Soon, he would disappear. I still was always weaker and more timid than him. My ribcage is showing. I looked like a skeleton, which made him, with what little food we had, give some of his share to me. Even though he had more hunger, he would do this every night. Every night. He would also put priority over me than him. He would give me the best clothes, water, and the shade while we sat out on the curb from our ally. I never understood why. I'd just weigh him down and sink him farther to the abyss. He's better without me. The darkness is consuming him because of me. Id rather the darkness take me, instead of him. I'll just leave. It would give him a much better chance of survival, and would stop it from devouring him. I've always thought those thoughts for the 3 years we've been together. Don't get me wrong. I'm no coward. I've got the mind of a 19 year old for being 15 Well, almost. Today was the only day I had actually gone through with the thought. We had a bad month. A REALLY bad month. Only food the equivalent of a loaf of bread came this time. Only enough for one person. Noah insisted that we where going to find more money or food - by any means necessary. He didn't have the heart to steal - or to murder. But I know he would do it if he ABSOLUTELY had to. I didn't want to see him like that. It was my worse fear in the world. To be a nuisance - a burden. So I'm leaving.

"Hey why do you walk like that?" There was a unknown voice that got the jump on me. I tried to stare at the voice, to cover for my sight. It could be a threat. It however didn't raise any red flags. Their soul was still partially consumed like mine - I could feel it.

"Not a talker, are you?" he spoke solemnly, as if remembering something. He just stood there, and examined me. I was in decent shape then. However, there was still bruises from me trying to defend myself from a fight that took place earlier. Their souls where consumed by hatred. They lashed out on me to satisfy the need. I went back to my usual spot that I rested with one less coat and pants... It was well secluded, being it was surrounded on 3 sides by buildings. I had just arrived and sat down when he appeared. He must have picked up on the fact I was hurt when he said,

"Hey, you seem nice. I can feel it, we'll be best buds in no time!" he said as he quickly sat next to me. I couldn't react. I was just too scared. He must have known I was blind by that point.

"Names' Ņ̕͏̧o̴a̷̛͢͡h̶͏̡̨͠. I could sense that he looked at me - for a ų̢́͝͝n̴͢͢k̀ǹ̨̕͡ó͝ẁ̢̀͝n̨͡ reason. He talked to me for sometime after, although I never offered answers or questions to what he was talking about.

He was gone by the next day. S͏̛e̡͟e͢m̀i̷̧ng͢͠ļ̵y͜͝ ̧̀v̴͞aǹis̨͟h̀ȩd̵͝.͠.I thought the darkness took him - like the others.I couldn't have been more w̸̶r̡͜on̴̨g͝͠.̷̧Í͠ ͢h̸à͜d̴͝͏ ͘an҉̧o̷̶t̵h́e͟r run in with the creatures of hate. T̢̀h̀͝e̢y̴ ̀͘bea̵t͢ m͜͠͝e d͡o̷͡ẃ̛ǹ͝. Punched and kicked and probed me until they where satisfied. Then they pulled out a knife. I s͝ąw that ͝t͞h҉ey wh͠ere͜ consum͘ȩd͞ ̴by̢ ̧ha̢t͠re̴d for where ther life was, how they became and the losses they took and kept on going. I ҉ţhought̡ t͞h͝is w͞as i҉t.̶ It was finally going to give me a good reason to die. I͘ ̢w͏a̢i̸te̶d ̀a̸n͠d ͘e̛mb͝rac͢e͞d̛ ̴d͟eát̴h͏ wh̨e̵n i̷t ͠came. ̢Hòweve̵r̴, it did not come. No stabbing, no cutting - nothing.

Al̛ĺ I͘ ̷c̸òuld ̕h͘ear t͡he ̛f̨ai͘n̸t so͘undś of̴ gr͜un̸t͏i̢n̛g an͜d s҉hrék͟s̵ of̷ p̛ai͠n̷. I smelled both the coppery sent of the blood of my enemies, and of me. Af̨t͢er̕ a͢ f̡uļl ̵m͡i̸n̡ut͏e҉ ͡óf w͜a̷i̸tin͡g, ͝s͟ud̛d́e͘nl̢y th͏erę ̵wa͢s̶ ̸a ͟hand͠ ̸on me.

"Hey, you ok?" It was Noah. He... saved... m͝e̵? ̀As I ̀sàt̨ u̴p̷,̴ I͝ ̷fe̷l҉t ̵a͜ ̸s͝of͟t̛ ͝a̶nd ̴f̡l̛uffy͜ p̛ìece of c͏lot̀hìng on̷ ̢m͞e̕ h͢and͟. I̷t w̷as̡ m̸y͜ ja͡cket̴ ̧fro̶m ͘ea͠r͝li͘e̴r.

"Come on, lets go back to your pla̵c͟e", he͜ sa̕įd̀ lęa͟di҉n̶g m͡e b̸y̢ t̴hę ha̴nd. W͠e̸ ͠w͘al̛k͘ed́ ̴un̢tìl̷ ̵ẁe͏ re̷ac̕he̕d̶ ͞th̷e͘ ̵śtree͠t̷ leąd͟ing̀ ̨to ͏my͘ h͏i͏deo̧u̸t.̨ We̴ ͡p̢ass̵ęd̨ ͞pe̸oplé ̨wh͢o͜ di̶dn'̢t b̴a̕t ̧a̕ e̶yȩ w͏h́èn҉ ҉t͜w̶o͞ ki͜d͜s̨ ͞ro̡l͡l̡ed̸ pa͜s̕sed̢ them͏,͟ o̸ne lo͠oking̢ ͠se̴ver͡e͡ly͠ ìn̕jured͘.҉ T͘héy҉ ̷just ̸c̸o҉nti̛nue̡d́ on ̕with̡ ̴t͠her͜e̴ li͠ve̡s. ̡I c͘o̴u͟ld fe҉el̛ s͡om͠e t͘h̡at҉ ҉l͜ooke҉d and́ took̀ ̀pity ͜o҉n me.

"͏.͢..̴.w҉hy҉?"͘ M̶y v͢oìc̶ę ̢w̶as̶ ̨b̢ar͟el̷y̸ a҉bo̵ve th͘e͟ ҉v̷oice ͝ơf a whis̛pęr̨. ̛I̢ ͡was̀ ҉ev͟en sur͟p͡r̛ise͘d ͟at͘ m҉y̴ ow̕n cu͞riǫs̴it͞y ͜t̶o say͏ ̵t͞hat.̵

"̸̴̀͠B̢̀e̵̶͞͝c̢̨̕͘͡a̸ųs͘͞e̶̴̕͞ ̧̡̛̀̀d̴̨̡̧̛u̷̶͟͜͠m̕͢͜m̀͜͡͏y҉̡̕!̵̨͢͠ ͘W̵̧̧̛h҉͜͏̡̡ę͜͢͝r̀͜҉e҉̶ ͝҉̛b̴͏e̸̸s̨̀͢͡t̶̨̕͜͢ ̸̧́͝f͏̡͝ŗ̴͜͠͠i͞͏̶̡e҉͝͡҉͞n̛s-

I don't remember anything more about that night. Lost long ago from the shadows.

And I never knew why he never asked about my blindness when it was just so obvious.

I'd left a note trying to write why I left and that this was goodbye. He taught me how to write sometimes with muscle movements sometimes. He poured whatever he could to teach me things. Being of poor economy, it was relatively small and easy to memorize. Having lived in it for all my life, I remember where to go to reach my destination. I was currently next to a major apartment complex and a line of shops and restaurants. People saw me walking around and shot me glances. I can hear them identify my as they murmur, 'It's that one blind girl'. Other people who saw me could tell at a glance that I was blind. I walked from building to building on the walkway next to the road. It was night- the worse time to be out. I almost always ran into drunks from bars and other demonic people at night - it seemed to breed them for its own enjoyment. I didn't, however. Crickets played their majestic song of the night, along with the tapping of my cane. It was my most prized possession. A gift Noah gave me for my birthday, after we decided my birthday would be the day he found me, to be a celebration of our friendship (or the fact that I couldn't remember my birthday). It is a sturdy thing. It didn't look great from what he said, being worn down from years of use. But the real beauty was the engravings. It told of stories and beautiful images of warriors and leaders and bright minds. I knew a few of them - Martin Luther King, George Washington, Amelia Earhart, Alexander The Great, and Oda Nobunaga just to name a few - Starry Night being my favorite. It didn't remind me of the darkness I was so afraid of. It reminded me of the cool calm days of where I would just sit down and everything was right in the world. Back when... I taped it from side to side in a ark to 'see' to my way to the destination. Being blind, I had a sharp ear, able to listen in on conversations around me. Over the years, people spoke about old rummers of a mountain not far from the city that if you hiked up, it would swallow you hole. I didn't come for the rumors, as I heard that there was a steep cliff with a nasty drop. I asked around for the direction of the mountain every so often, to not lose my bearing. As the road made out to dirt, I knew I was on the right path. A few more steps, and I would be there, and it would be over.

I had just arrived at the base of the mountain. The ambiance of the mountain was better of the busy streets of the city. I could hear the tiniest of noises and white noise from the thick forest surrounding the path. It was calm and soothing. It was peaceful. Up and up I went. The trees seemingly grew as I drew further from the city. Trees and thick bushes cut and bruised my as I made my way though the winding, dancing path. The path would get steeper, then to suddenly go down hill, only to flatten out. I would get my hopes up, every time it got flat, thinking I was the top of the mountain. It wasn't. And again. And trek seemed to take upon hours and hours. Finally, I made my way through the forest and on near the top of the mountain. I could feel the rising of the sun from its slumber so I rested and let the coolness and warmth take hold of was soothing. I spent little time though, as I got up and continues on the path. It was windy. It blew me towards a direction suddenly and I find myself at a opening of a cave. I felt the cave. It wasn't very big but the wind seemed to flow towards the center and I could hear the sounds of a big ravine. The wind whispered at me unexpected, like it was encouraging me to press onward. When I walked I tripped on a branch(?) and braced myself for the ground. I plummeted into the everlasting hole and found myself surprisingly calm. I was going to die. This was it. This must be the the cliff they where talking about. The clip to bring m-

*CRUNCH*

I was met with a soft squishy feeling.

I felt at peace.

So hi! Im back! I haven't forgotten about this fan fiction! I would say if this was being dropped or whatnot so yay! (My lateness? was me just procrastinating and thinking it over.) I decided that the original chapter of this was to much of a hassle to edit and I wanted to change a lot of things. So here is the reworked chapter! This won't be a regular thing, me working on a previous chapter weeks later

A couple of things yes, the flashback was like that because the 'darkness' was 'eating' it. And the darkness is a real entity in my AU (I don't know when that will be explained later, but it will). Does my OC have the ability to tell other peoples and read them like a mind reader, I don't know, maybe? ;)

And I now seriously have a new found respect for writers. Writing is hard, but its also fun too! The cool text you see in the flashback was made with a text generator called Zaglo! But it was a a-hole to work with