Chapter 1
Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I was not an irrational person.
where others believed in things such as "God", "heaven" or "SOULS", I never did. Along with my laziness this was both my greatest strength and my most crippling weakness, though I never acknowledged that until I died.
I didn't die to something as exciting (and likely painful) as a car crash or being burnt alive in a fire accident, I died because of a mistake. A checkup in a hospital, which should have been entirely mundane was turned sour because the doctor accidentally overdosed me.
Which lead to my current situation.
I was surrounded by a "black" so dark I hesitated to call it "black". No, the word void was more appropriate. I shivered, I knew I wasn't meant to be here. This place was otherworldly, it was anathema to me. I didn't know how I knew this, I just did.
I looked down at myself.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I screamed, just now noticing my "body" was not at all my actual body.
Superficially it resembled me. A skinny frame, long curled locks of hair, glasses and a pretty average looking face. Of course last I checked my body was NOT transparent, or light blue.
For about a minute all I did was flop around like a fish, only to pause every few seconds to gape at my ghastly new appearance. Of course I didn't just look like a ghost, a few minutes in I had realised I was intangible.
And then there was that fucking heart.
I knew what it was, how could I not? Even with the appearance of a light blue valentines heart I could still tell what it was. It was me. Just looking at this... thing was like looking in a mirror, it reflected everything, every good or bad trait was laid bare before me. There were even traits I was unaware of before, though now I knew.
This was undoubtedly the very culmination of my being, my SOUL.
Which of course also meant it was something against my very set of beliefs.
I glared.
The SOUL continued to glow brightly, being the prick that he was.
Less noticeable were the cracks going through my SOUL.
I, of course knew this was bad and it seemed to be getting worse.
*CRACK*
The sound was awful, it was like a the souls of the damned and the cries of feral beasts came together to create a maddening melody. There was also the pressure. It was something That I hadn't noticed before but there was an awful weight on my chest, like something was trying to rip it out and replace it with-!
*ERROR*
*ERROR*
*ERROR*
My vision blurred, the last thing I would remember being whispers and a bizzare holed hand.
"fucking sun m'gonna kill you" I mumbled still half asleep.
This wonderful state of being was of course ruined by the loud thump behind me, startling me awake.
I blearily looked around to the sound.
Oh...
Oh shit, Is That blood?!
I quickly stumbled over to the body wearing pretty familiar clothing and-!
Is this my body? But then how am I-?
" Oh... shit" I murmured to myself in realisation as I saw my still transparent looking form.
*CRACK*
I looked down. My SOUL was still cracking! But how, I got out of that Void place didn't I?!
Why is my SOUL still cracking, I looked down in frustration.
'Okay, think Matthew, what could be the reason for your Soul to still be cracking'?
'Well' I thought 'either that place is still affecting me or-.
I looked back up to my body, a horrible idea lurking in my mind.
'Please' I thought, begging to be wrong for once in my life.
I placed my head just a few inches from my body's mouth and waited. A few second later it did what I feared it would do.
Breathe.
'I'm still alive'? I glanced at the blood on the floor and the head wound on my body, likely gained from the fall.
'Alive but definitely still dying' I realised
This was the reason my SOUL was still cracking.
It was still attached to my body.
'My body will not survive with that wound, let alone the cocktail of drugs that is likely still in it' I angrily thought to myself.
Continued life seemed impossible for me in this situation. Continued existence on the other hand was... possible.
'Hypothesis: my SOUL is dying from the connection to my body, Solution: giving my SOUL a connection to something different'
I wrapped my hands around my SOUL and held it tight, while I searched my body for something to contain my SOUL.
Luckily I found it in a gold alloy ring I had gained as a gift from a relative, I wasn't sure why he thought I would like a tacky piece of bling but it was expensive so I had simply thanked him for the gift and swore to myself to only carry it in my pocket as a potential bribe for muggers.
It seemed it would finally come in handy, the ring was small durable and wouldn't rust. All I would have to do to improve it would be to tarnish it so it wasn't so shiny and eye-catching.
*CRACK*
Sensing the end rapidly approaching I raised the SOUL high and prayed this would work. I slammed it onto my ring and focused all of my intent for my soul to survive, to last, to be preserved.
the last thing I saw was light blue spiralling around me before my world went dark... again.
'I hope this doesn't become a thing'.
With all the panic and confusion from before I hadn't gotten a proper chance to survey the area around me, which was a shame. It was exquisite, and trust me that's saying a lot coming from me.
A field of buttercups surrounded by several pillars, all of which held a strange symbol on them. The light from a hole above only added to the atmosphere. This place reminded me of a graveyard, it held the same quiet dignity and stillness in the air that me me want to simply stop and listen.
I wouldn't even be out of place here considering my newfound nature.
However this beautiful view did leave me with just one question.
How did I get here?
Seriously, I went from a hospital, to... that place and the somewhere underground?
I could understand my body following me because of the bond my SOUL and body used to possess, but how did my SOUL get here?
Oh, and why did this seem so goddamn familiar?
Grumbling lightly to myself I reluctantly left the room and went down the hall, only to be faced with massive purple doors... which were closed.
"Umm" I stared at the massive doors and then to my skinny arms, and unfortunately finding them wanting.
"how do I-?" I cut myself off suddenly feeling very stupid, I was intangible. I could totally just walk through these sissy doors. I experimentally placed my arms through the door, before closing my eyes and stepping forwards.
I turned around and opened my eyes finding I had successfully phased through the door.
I smirked in triumph before doing a very unflattering jig in front of the door.
"YEAH, SUCK IT DOOR!" I yelled.
Feeling inordinately pleased with myself I turned around.
To find a flower...
Staring at me...
Welp.
"You forget you saw this " I say threateningly, now feeling very embarrassed with myself. Seriously, what the hell was I thinking? Was I still drunk on victory from cheating death?
"Golly, I wish I could!" The yellow glower chirps in a saccharine voice, knocking me out of my self loathing.
I payed closer attention to the flower, It was large about as large as a fully grown sunflower. This was very odd considering I'm sure it was a buttercup. The next thing I noticed was it's face.
The smile of good humour hadn't even wavered and it's dark eyes were still scrunched up, but it seemed wrong. Maybe It was the dissonance of seeing a face on a flower but that smile on it's face looked incredibly wrong.
"I'm sorry you had to see that" I stated politely, still looking him over.
He must have understood the look I was giving him "my, you look so confused. You must be new around here, no wonder I didn't recognise you!"
Even his tone of voice felt... overplayed somehow, the cheer and lyrical quality sounding dead and repetitive the longer you listened to it.
"Well I am new around these parts, I'm Matthew" I introduced myself with false cheer.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower!" He grinned back at me.
Oh...
No wonder this place was so familiar...
This was undertale!
And I just so happened to be standing in front of the main antagonist.
The reality altering sociopathic antagonist...
Fuck my life.
'Okay, panic later bluff now!'
"I'm actually from Hotland, I've always wanted to see the ruins since my family is kind of... secluded" I said to Flowey, trying to sound as if I was making conversation.
"Oh?" Flowey states curiously.
"Yeah, despite being ghosts my family looks human-like so we tend to make monsters wary, what with the whole 'Humans are the enemies' thing" I lied.
"I see" said Flowey, the interest in his eyes dimming "I had actually thought you were a human considering the amount of Magic you seem to possess" he shrugged.
How the hell did he manage to shrug, he's a goddamn flower! He only has a stem to act as his shoulders down!
"Nah sorry" I shrugged at him apologetically "Anyway I've still got to explore the rest of the ruins, I hear they have puzzles!" I say, mock excitedly as I walk passed him.
See you around, friend!" Flower calls out, somehow able to come off menacing and friendly at the same time. I leave this section, still feeling the weight of flowey's cold lifeless eyes on my back.
I really hope he didn't see through me.
I mean all he has to go off is my unusual appearance and magic, so it wouldn't be easy.
unless he finds my body.
Which is now six feet underground, apparently I could interact with my body, making it trivial to phase my body through the ground after me.
You know now that I think about it, wouldn't that mean my body is next to Chara's?
"Oops" I speak out loud.
Well nothing to do about it now.
Thinking logically the best plan for me right now would be to hole up somewhere nobody can find me and wait until Frisk convinces Asriel to break the barrier. I mean everyone down here is crazy!
Toriel is obsessive and overprotective.
Sans is a nihilistic wreck.
Papyrus is... Papyrus.
Undyne is overly violent
Alphys is a nervous ball of self loathing.
Asgore legitimately wants to die at this point.
And everyone else isn't much better.
It always ticked me off in the game that the monsters were treated like the unfortunate victims, though they were to an extent. After all nearly every monster tries to kill Frisk. This ,by itself, is understandable Monsters are trapped in a cage and require Frisks SOUL to escape.
But that doesn't excuse the way they did it. Most of the monsters that try to kill Frisk are very casual about the idea, some even joke while trying to kill them!
As a game it works, in real life it's just sick.
Also the whole thing about not a single human being killed is bullshit, in war both sides die.
That's not to say the Humans are innocent, no they probably were the aggressors and are also probably guilty of many things.
There's bullshit on both sides and I'm gonna call out both!
Still my main goals from now would be to learn as much magic as I can and to prevent as many of Frisks deaths as I can, just because they come back doesn't mean they don't feel pain.
Nodding to myself I continue on.