You were surrounded. They had been chasing you all day and all night with their words of scorn always echoing in your head. That was when you decided. You split off from the group, despite the rough terrain. You went off the trail despite their calling you back. You climbed up to the mountain peak. Just as you had been told, there was a hole. Before you could have second thoughts, you were falling. You hadn't tripped: no, nothing of the sort had happened. You had jumped.

UNDERJUMP

Chapter One

It seemed like you had been falling forever and a day. You realized your mistake just as you passed the point of no return, and now you flailed desperately for something to hold on to. Your hands brushed against vines and the walls of the damp cave that you were falling through. You quickly tired, and started to just fall as your life was flashing in front of your eyes. And then one moment of your life froze in front of you: the one you were in right now. You slowly floated the last inch into the bed of flowers that parted slightly at your landing.

You wander onwards, still confused about how your fall was so magically broken. In the next room you see something that confuses you even more: it resembles a violet mini-sunflower. With, of course, a face.

"Howdy!" it said, its voice seeming somewhat strained and distorted from a long period of not being used. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" It had a suspicious glint in its eyes, and the mysterious grin on its face did little to cover up its obvious intentions. "Welcome to the underground!"

Before it could finish its sentence, water had started to flow around it, forming a twisting vortex. You thought you heard a garbled noise come out of the vortex, but when the water cleared, the flower had gone, either whipped away or sunken into the ground.

"I'm sorry, child." You heard a voice echo from outside of the room. "I had to keep him back. I've seen him try to hurt so many others like you…" The voice was drawing gradually closer. And then, you saw a flash of blue-tinged fur, and you heard the voice coming from behind you. "We have to go."

You whipped around in a panic. Behind you, you saw a mysterious… talking… goat? It had blue-tinged fur and a long blue robe with a mysterious symbol on it. "My name is Toriel," it (she?) said, "and we need to go."