A small gasp left my lips as I awoken with a start. I sucked in precious oxygen like a starving man devouring his first meal in weeks. Everything was blurry even with my eyes fully opened, and I could only groan as I felt my joints ache terribly. I lay unmoving as I let my body slowly adjust to the twinges it was feeling.
My memories were fuzzy, and I could only wonder what the hell had happened to make me feel like I had just been trampled by a troll trying to learn ballet (and obviously failed). I stared murkily through the broken ceiling and at the sky, slightly disorientated but slowly regaining my awareness. I tried to recall, I really did, but the last thing I was only able to remember was staring directly into the dark abyss as it swallowed me whole. There was nothing before that, other than me walking back home after buying my art supplies.
The thought of losing any of those precious art supplies made me snap out from my daze immediately. I had spent two whole months consuming nothing but instant noodles because I wanted to save for my very own set of Faber-Castell limited edition art & graphic jubilee cabinet. If that were to be stolen from me... I would sob for an hour at least whilst wallow in self-pity. That being said, my rage would soon consume my whole being and I would definitely go Bankai over the thief who had dared to lay their grubby paws on my beloved art set.
Propping myself up on my elbows had never been so difficult. I felt beads of sweat rolling down from my forehead as I finally managed to sit myself up. With a sigh of relief, I quickly examined my surroundings. I was in a cave of some kind, with my spot being the only spot to have the luxury of sunlight beaming down on it. Beneath me were buttercups, and I idly wondered if they had somehow broken my fall.
I snorted. Yeah, right. I pushed that impossible thought out of my mind and was pleasantly surprised to see my art set untouched and just beside of my right hand-
..
.
Wait, what?
My eyes instantly snapped back to my hand - or my phalenges(?) to be precise - as I absentmindedly pulled my art set onto my lap as if to protect it, whilst staring at my bony appendages with shock.
I examined them with an odd sense of detached fascination, curling and uncurling my fingers unhurriedly. My eyes traced my phalanges, and as they gradually travelled downwards, widened. My metacarpus didn't look like those my biology teacher had shown me. In fact, they actually looked like normal palms, but made out of bones instead of flesh and had a gaping hole right in the middle.
With the curiosity that could match that to a child's, I held out my two hands and brought a finger from my right hand to pierce through the hole of my left hand. The experience of having something penetrating through that hole was... strange, to put it lightly. I traced the rough edges, and it caused a chill to run down my spine. At the same time, It felt kinda good.
Actually, I should stop before I get more handsy. With a deliberate cough to try and cover up my slightly aroused condition - even though nobody was here with me, I was still in a public location - I slowly started to touch my chest. I had only assumed that since my hands had turned to bone, the rest of me did as well. My assumption proved to be true as what I felt wasn't soft flesh, but a smooth surface.
I decided to explore all of my body, starting first from my ribs. I shyly lifted my shirt up and traced around the outer parts of my cages in fascination, feeling distant wonderment at how ticklish yet bothered I felt at the same time by just brushing lightly against them. It took me awhile to muster up the courage to plunge a hand into my chest cavity. I was quick to yelp and remove my fist, swearing to myself to never do that again when I brushed against... something.
I moved onto tracing my spine. It was after a few curious strokes that I began to pant lightly, feeling a strange yet distinct pulsing sensation deep within my bones. It felt almost as if I had blood flowing throughout my entire system. Strange, but at the same time relaxing due to the familiarity.
A soft moan left my lips as I leaned slightly forward, a hand gripping my art set whilst the fingers of my other hand began digging deeper into the lumbar region of my spine. I was close - to what, I wasn't sure, but I wanted the building pressure to be released. It felt like something was missing, and I couldn't quite grasp what was exactly needed for me to release this pent up pressure coming from my pelvic region.
I was suddenly distracted by a rustling sound from behind of me and snapped out of my pleasure induced haze. I twisted my neck sharply, ignoring the bone chilling crack that I had unintentionally made, and narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular as I scanned the cavern. There was, surprise surpise, nobody here except for me. I reluctantly released the hold on my spine and pushed myself up, my art set cradled possessively against my ribs as my shirt fell back into place.
My mind, which was filled with anxiety now, was pushing for me to flee from this place, but I had a feeling that it wouldn't be as easy as it sounded. The walls were too steep for me to climb, so with unanticipated determination, I walked forward, going deeper into the underground with nothing but my clothes and art tools on my person.
This whole situation was unnerving, what with waking up in an unknown territory with little to no clue as to how I had ended up here, and not forgetting that I had somehow become a living skeleton that was anatomically incorrect. I felt a bubbling sensation within my sternum. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so I ended up just laughing hysterically whilst tears rolled down my cheeks.
I somehow managed to find a distraction in the form of questioning how I could even cry assuming I have no tear ducts or even tears themselves as I walked carefully down the crude pathway, sniffing once in a while as I hugged my treasured art set tightly, the only thing now anchoring me to this nightmarish reality.
YAY! My very own first Undertale fanfic submission! Wowie, I have so many written ideas... Mostly HP/Undertale Crossover ideas. I'll maybe post it at a much later date, hehe. First and foremost, I have to apologize to my other fic readers! I'm kinda in the Undertale groove right now... hahaha... Yeah, I know I'm such an arse for leaving most of my fics hanging like that. I promise I'll be right back to writing them though! Just... Kinda got sidetracked...?
Also, this is kinda my first time officially trying a First Person POV kind of thing. I usually write in 3rd person POV, so this will be a new thing. So if I kinda accidently put a third person noun, please do tell me!
Ahem, anyway. ENJOY!
