Toby Fox made Undertale. I just made this story. Idk why.
Golden flowers in the pot by the window
The infant sleeps nearby
Beautiful flowers in the pot by the window
Chara, don't you cry.
Golden flowers at the base of the mountain
A mother calls her child away
Momma, why can't I play here?
Sweetie, Mt. Ebott isn't safe.
There are loose rocks and deep holes
You'd fall if wrong you tread
Some caves lead to places where monsters dwell
And they'd like nothing more than to see you dead.
But Momma, you and Daddy stopped them
You sealed the monsters away
We're safe from them, aren't we? Right?
Yes, but listen to what I say.
Golden flowers at the graves
The world was shocked to see
Two of the greatest wizards
Dead? They couldn't be!
They were the world's greatest wizards
Who banished monsters so fear them we wouldn't
Saved so many, that is true
But save themselves? They couldn't.
The whole world mourns
What a tragedy to find
But the one who mourns the most
Is the child they left behind.
Golden flowers in the garden
They're the only ones who know
They watch the moon rise over the mountain
And over the girl who packs up to go.
Far away is her only destination
Of other plans she has none at all
Nobody sees her hike up the mountain
And nobody sees her fall.
Golden flowers soft in the sunlight
The child lifts up her head
She fell down a hole in the mountain
How come she isn't dead?
Howdy! Nice to meet you
Mom! Dad! A human just came
A monster family gains a new daughter
And Chara is her name.
Golden flowers, petals scattered
Many in the pie
I didn't mean to hurt him
Daddy please don't die!
Golden flowers in the courtyard
And brother plays carefree
While sister sits and thinks
And plans to set her new family free.
Golden flowers by the bedside
Mother and father can only watch and wait
Then brother takes her bright red soul
To carry out the plan she promised was great.
Through the barrier and into the sunlight
To take what the two of them need
She only has to gather six
But darker plans begin to breed.
Her monster parents are so kind
And if help was asked for they would always give
The townsfolk did nothing but hate them
Why then, should they live?
Golden flowers crushed beneath
The monster with a human soul
Chara was determined to attack
They did not return home whole.
Golden flowers blanketed with dust
Home at last, they disappear
The river of time flows ever on
A day of reckoning draws near.
Golden flowers dot the grass
The time at last arrives
An eighth child has fallen down
While the first revives.
Golden flowers dot the grass
You raise your head and wake
Mercy or murder, love or LOVE
The choice is yours to make.