Nothing But Dust (An Undertale Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Great Fall

Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale. I own my OCs.

"text": Dialogue

'text': Thought

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The Underground. A concept familiar to most Humans. Many stories have been told of the place. Some say it was saved, others say it was destroyed. The seventh child that had fallen decided this path. The path of utter destruction. It wiped out the Human race one by one, until it was considered an endangered species.

A few survivors crawled to the Underground, thinking it would be safe. The rest followed suit, but they were found out. Now, one last Human makes their way down to the empty home of the Monsters.

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A young man tied a rope to a tree, nearing a giant chasm in a mountain. This was Mount Ebbot, a feared place in the time of 20XX. Now, people had no choice but to venture down. His reasoning was that it was getting close to winter, and he didn't like the idea of freezing his ass off. On his way up, he spotted countless bodies. Some young, some elder, and some disgustingly torn apart. The man sighed, accidentally breathing in dust. He coughed violently. How long has it been since the genocide of the Monster race? That was a question he couldn't answer. Tugging the rope, he jumped down into the hole in the large piece of rock. The man looked below. It was a long way down, with the landing having pillars surround it. He started sliding down, when the rope started to fringe. "Shit...!" The man slid down faster, but the rope broke before he could even reach halfway. He fell.

Moments passed, and he opened his eyes. Nothing hurt immensely, it just left some minor aching. "God... I feel like Humpty Dumpty..." He sat up. The pillars he saw from above were around him now, with an entrance near his current position. The man checked to see if his belongings were damaged. Everything seemed in order. Brushing his denim jacket off, he walked towards the foreboding entrance. It led to an empty room with a wilted and beat up flower in the center, which almost was ground to a fine powder. Thinking nothing of it, he continued forward. A room with a dimly lit star was presented to him. He approached it, and a slight warmth filled him. "The hell...?" Whatever just happened, it felt odd. The man advanced to the next room. It had multiple buttons and a switch in it, but the door that led to the next room was already open. He became worried. Was someone else down here right now? The thought made him shudder, as a noise came from the darkened room in front of him. He flinched. "Dammit... fuck... fuck!" The man pulled out a lighter from his coat pocket. It was better than nothing. Killing two birds with one stone, he lit a cigarette. If these were his last moments, they might as well be comforting. He walked at a very slow pace, keeping all of his senses in check. The flame that came from his lighter gave no sign of what the hell was in front of him, though he could see what filled the room. It wasn't pillars, or buttons, or anything of that sort.

It was nothing but dust.

The man kept his slow pace, searching for whatever sign of life made that noise. There didn't seem to be anyone in his minimal line of sight, so he quickened his pace slightly. Then the noise came again. It sounded like a scamper, of something way larger than a rat. He kept the cigarette in his mouth and pulled something out from his pocket. Closing the lid of the lighter, he froze in place. He waited, and waited, and waited... until he heard it once more. In front of him. He waited... breathing. Raising the object in his hand and squeezing it, a loud bang shot through the room. A yelp went out, followed by a hurried stammer of words. "I'm human, I'm human! Don't shoot!" Keeping the gun in his hand, he flipped open his lighter to find the voice.

"Where are you?" He asked.

The voice drew closer. "Right in front of you... please... don't shoot." He waited until it was right in front of the flame. It was a little girl with brown hair in a ponytail, which led bangs off the front.

The man sighed. "Say something next time, okay? Christ..." He walked on.

"W-Wait!" The girl caught up to him. "Can I join you? It's scary and dark down here... and that thing..." She made an audible gulp. "... might be down here."

He turned to her. "Join me? Can't you take care of yourself? If you've been in this hellhole this long, why would you need the assistance of someone else?"

"I didn't survive this long on my own..." She shook. "My friends were... killed. They were torn apart into pieces, and were cut down from that as well..." The girl started to sob.

The man sighed. He hated seeing crying kids. They were such a pain. "C'mere, kid." He grabbed the child by the arm. "You can stick with me. I don't want to see anymore dead children... and if we're gonna be travelling together, we might as well get buddy-buddy."

The kid stopped her sobbing, letting a few sniffs escape. "M-My name is Gen..." She looked at the man through the soft flame of the lighter. "What's yours?"

He coughed, the dust filled his lungs. "Terrence... just call me Terr, though..."

"Nice to meet you, Terr... let's just get out of this darkness..." Gen grabbed his hand.

Terr grinned. "Okay, little leader." The girl looked back at him with an angry glare. He pocketed his old revolver. Three shots left. Hopefully one didn't have to be wasted on her.

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The next few rooms had puzzles in them, but they were all solved by someone else. He tried to keep Gen safe as possible, as more bodies came from the rooms. There was one long hallway that was full of them. It smelled horrible, like they were here for over a month. Terr could supress the urge to vomit, but Gen wasn't so lucky. She immediately did so after the stench hit her nostrils. He guided her through the hall, making sure she didn't puke again. When reaching the end of the hall, Terr took a deep breath. Again, he choked on dust. "Goddamn! Why the hell is there so much dust?!"

Gen turned to him. "It's because of all the dead Monsters. When they die, their souls perish. Then their bodies turn into a powder, along with their souls."

Terr looked at the little girl. "I've been breathing in Monsters...?" He spit. "Who the hell killed them all, and for what reason?"

"The same thing that's killing all the Humans. The motivation is unknown." Gen sighed. "The only thing everyone knows is that it used to be Human..." A clink came from around the corner.

Terr froze, and so did Gen. Was it that thing? Fuck! He grabbed her arm, and hid the both of them under a pile of bodies. She prepared to vomit, when the man put his hand over her mouth. The footsteps came into the corridor, stepping onto dead carcasses. It laughed. Terr waited until he couldn't hear them anymore, then emerged from the pile. Gen threw up again. "What the hell, Terr?!" She yelled in a hushed tone.

"Where'd you want to hide, behind that lonesome pillar?" He pointed to the column near the entrance of the next room. "I'll take my chances smelling like dead flesh and organs, thank you." Terr readjusted his denim jacket.

She walked up and slapped him. "Do you have any respect for the dead?! They were killed by that thing! Nothing could save them!"

"Listen here, you little shit." He grabbed her by the coat collar. "Their bodies just saved us. I'd say that's respect enough. Unless you'd like to end up just like them, and catch up to chat with that freaky fuck." Terr let go. "You wanted to stick with me, and this is what you're sticking with. If you wanna leave, fine. No problem." He huffed.

She was steaming with anger, but her logic was smarter than her emotions. He had a gun. That gun could mean life or death for the both of them. "... I'll stay with you..."

His eyes lit. Huh, usually his asshole-like personality scared people off. "Okay, princess. Lead the way." Terr made way for her.

"Thanks... wait." She panicked. "That thing... that thing came from a small refuge not too far from here!" Gen started running.

Terr ran too. "Hey, hold up!" He turned to where she was going. The 'refuge' Gen talked about was greeted by a large black tree, which was devoid of leaves. There was a house. A gut feeling told him that anyone who was in there was dead. Terr prepared his heart, walking to the entrance. The door was swung wide open, by Gen, and she was on the floor. "What's the-" He spotted three bodies, fresh blood pouring out of them. "Shit..."

She started crying. "W-Why? Why is l-life s-s-so cruel...?" Gen hugged Terr's leg. He knelt down to return it.

It was going to be a long day.

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A/N: Hope you guys like it. I know Undertale isn't as popular anymore, but I just felt like putting my two cents into writing a fic about it.

Keep it real,

Guardian Demon