-Reader pov-
Bright.
Bright light.
Bright everything.
You look around. Your vision is just a mix of gold and grey.
You finally adjust to the colours. It wasn't that bright after all.
There seems to be a bed of bright golden flowers surrounding you. It was all too familiar.
You look up.
A bright light shines through the hole you fell into.
Hurt.
It hurts.
Your back and head hurts.
The throbbing of your head was horrid. The same old feeling.
You flinch at the sudden pain from the back of your head.
Mumbling, you struggle to get up. After a bit of grunting, you manage to stand.
From what you can see, there's a stone corridor waiting for you to explore it. The thought of getting back to the surface filled you with determination. You dusted your hair and clothes from soil and dirt, heading for the corridor.
You can see an archway that leaded to a dark room.
Dark. Just like it was.
There's another bright stream of light coming down to a yellow flower, rooted onto soft soil and a small patch of grass. A single golden flower with a face And it was smiling. You knew every inch of this flower. And it knew you. Their smile shifted into a gaze or concern.
"F—Frisk? W-What happened?" That voice.
That voice…once so sinister turned into innocence. His smile…his voice…so soft.
….
Frisk there's no point in trying to win me! Stop trying.
…
Whatever. Let's get this over with.
You walk towards the flower, and straight up pluck him from the soil. The flower wriggles in your grasp, shrieking. "F-F-Frisk! W-Wha!? L-Let me d-down!"
The fear on their face makes you feel determined.
Determined to go through this once again.
Determined to kill every one of these prick.
Determined to…
Hurt them.
Bad.
You giggle, grinning wildly. "Asriel, Asriel, Asriel. Tsk, tsk." You shake your head slowly, the grin never vanishing.
"Frisk! S-Stop! What are y-you doing!?"
"Ah, you fool! There is no Frisk." You hissed at the name "Frisk". "Only me. Don't you remember me you little idiot!" You shook the shaking flower in your hand, growling at him. The flower seemed to be… sobbing.
"Please, Ch-Chara! "
That…softness…again.
God, Frisk! Don't you see! THERE IS NO POINT! I am merciless!
"Heh, ever so fragile huh?" A glint of red passes through your eye."Pathetic. Just stop. You're only going to make it worse for you." Your voice suddenly drops to a soft tone, causing the flower to look up. "WHAT'RE YOU STARING AT?!" Throwing the flower, you held your head and groaned loudly in pain. Tears we're flowing down your cheeks, onto the stone floor. "A-Asri-l-helphfff- Char-agh! Hurt-sor-nghh-y-" Mixing words, wheezing, coughing and grunts, you fall onto the stone cold floor. Screaming insanely in pain.
Suddenly there are faint blacks around corners of your vision. You we're going to pass out.
GAH! WHY! NO! NONONONONO! THIS ISN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, FRISK!? STOOOPP! AGHHH!
The flower was staring at you, shocked. It had rooted itself onto the grass once again. He looks like he wants to help, but he knows who you are.
"Hello?! Are you al- oh dear! Dear child!" A blurry white light approaches you and kneels down. And something warm picks you up.