Author's Note : I am very sorry for whomever was reading the first version of my Undertale fan fiction, Diseasetale. Everything just wasn't flowing very well together, and I couldn't stand how jagged it sounded when read. So I deleted it and have started this second version. This version will hopefully be better as it is in third person point of view and is focusing on Frisk. I hope everyone enjoys this new version of Diseastale as I will write what would happen in both the pacifist run and genocide run in this Undertale au of mine. Creative Lynx 13, out.
A light blue sweater with magenta stripes, light blue denim shorts, and brown sneakers peaked through the dark cavern as a dull throb pulsed through the young human's skull whilst they lay in thought about the fact that they were still alive. After a while, the human sat up and studied their surroundings, rubbing their medium length hair. They saw stone surrounding them and golden flowers beneath them. They pondered how they had gotten into this situation, unable to remember how they had gotten down into the cave. They looked up to see moonlight filtering through the gaping hole that they had fallen into. The light trickled in a stream of white, causing the jutting rocks to go pale with terror at seeing the light. The golden flowers, on the other hand, laughed at how beautiful the light was, having been trapped in the dark cavern for ages.
The young human looked down at them self, examining for any injuries. Luckily, the only injury that they had was a cut down their left arm that they had received from the fall. To stop the thick, crimson liquid, blood, from continuing its flow out of the human, they wrapped a white cloth around the arm that they had stolen from a medical kit in case a scenario came up in which they would need the bandage. It would have to do until they found something to heal the wound.
The human placed their hands onto the buttercups so as to help them stand. They began to sway lightly from dizziness as they stood, but they soon regained a steady bearing over them self. They walked off in the direction of an opening in the small cave, the stone leading into a hallway that ended with another doorway to the left. The human turned into the doorway, walking into the next chamber. This room was just as bland as the previous, but what was enthralling was the patch of green grass in the center. Planted in the grass was a golden flower, except this one was much larger and contained a friendly grin. Upon closer inspection, the human could see that the flower's petals were tipped with a dark gray that gave off a faint glow. Other than those few minor details, the flower was just another buttercup.
Soft eight bit like music echoed around the small cavern as the flower began to speak with a high pitched, echo filled, but friendly, voice. The voice was male and sounded excited.
"Howdy! My name's Flowey, Flowey the flower. You're new to the Underground. Well, you shouldn't be here. Us monsters hold a disease that could kill a human such as you."
That was when the human remembered how they had gotten down into the dark, maze like caves. They had been banned from the city that was near this mountain, Mount Ebott. They had been banned because they had a disease that would easily kill humans, but they had had this disease for a good month or so before anyone else actually found out. So when someone had found out, people began to panic. The young human was immune to the disease, but the other humans, the adults, were too terrified to think rationally. In return the human was banned. They had climbed Mount Ebott in thought of committing to suicide. Instead, they were alive and now talking to a flower.
Flowey's shrill voice shattered the recollecting the human had been doing. The child looked down at the flower whom had a crazed look filled with zealous.
"So, how about I already end your life? Right here, right now. It'll save everyone the pain. For you, the pain of the disease. For us monsters, the pain of having to KILL you for your soul. After all, this world is KILL or be KILLED."
The surrounding area melted into a solid color of black as a red heart appeared before the human, floating involuntarily and enveloped in a bright glow. The human could feel something swim around the soul; DETERMINATION. The human was filled with determination. Determination to live. Determination to escape.
They dodged Flowey's first attack, then the second, the third, and so on. It wasn't long that the golden flower became angry, showing a horrifying face so as to terrify the nine year old as well as draining their HP down to one. The human, even though injured, stepped back as far as they could, but soon found their back pressed against the black room that had formed. More of the white colored attacks formed a ring around the human child, their soul beating faster with the ever increasing fear. Flowey laughed at the sight as the attack slowly closed in on the child. Before the attack was able to touch the human's skin, another attack appeared. A warm fire flew towards the flower, causing his eyes to widen as he was enveloped in the flame. He ducked underground as a tall monster appeared before the human.
This monster was female, and she had luxurious white fur. Two small, curved horns were settled onto the monster's head as two long ears dangled elegantly over her shoulders. Intertwined in her white fur was the color purple, patterned in a similar fashion to that of brindle as the purple gleamed with a dull light. The goat monster was wearing an indigo dress that had the picture of three white triangles, one pointed downwards and between two others that pointed upwards, and a circle with two wing like designs to either side of it. The human looked up in awe at the monster, not expecting one to be so beautiful. The goat like monster spoke in a soft, kind voice as the surrounding area returned to normal.
"What an awful creature, harming an innocent youth like that. My name is Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. Who might you be, young human?"
"F-Frisk."
Toriel's smile increased gently as Frisk continued to try and identify any clue to see if this monster was thinking of harming them like Flowey had.
"Do not worry. I will not hurt you like that vile creature did. Please follow me."
Frisk decided it was best for them to follow Toriel, but they also decided that they'd keep their guard up until they could figure out if they should trust the goat monster.
As Toriel lead them through each area, they were expected to learn how to live in this new environment. There were various puzzles that they had to complete and many monsters that they had to ACT with instead of FIGHT with. In truth, Frisk was happy that they had a second choice since they didn't like to fight. But. . . sometimes they had to run instead of being able to SPARE the monster.
Toriel explained that some monsters wouldn't allow Frisk to spare them because of their personality. The disease that was carried by monsters affected them by twisting their personalities. Some monsters became more aggressive while others more peaceful. Another thing that the disease did was stop the growth process in young monsters of ages thirteen to eighteen. Any monsters on or between those ages would become stuck at that age, gaining youthful immortality. Toriel was one of those monsters, having been eighteen when receiving the disease.
"So you are immune to this disease, my child?"
Frisk nodded. They were sitting at a table with Toriel, drinking golden flower tea and eating butterscotch and cinnamon pie. Toriel had been nothing but kind and merciful so far, causing Frisk to grow fond of the goat monster.
"That is wonderful. I am very glad that you will not die because of something that every monster has."
It was then that Toriel began to look crestfallen.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
The sound of hearing the word 'Mom' seemed to lighten her mood, but she still seemed upset about something.
"It is just. . . I have tried to save every human child who has fallen down here, but each died a painful death from this horrid disease. I was unable to heal them, and it is my fault they are dead."
Light purple tears glittered in the warm lighting as Frisk leaned their head against Toriel's left arm. They hugged their new mom in a comforting fashion as Toriel began to ruffle Frisk's hair as a sign of love.
"My child. I think it is best you get some rest. I am going to read for a little while."
Frisk nodded before heading off to their room, but they never laid down to sleep. Instead, they stayed awake so they could see what Toriel was truly up to.