Book 1: Soultale
A fanfiction inspired by Toby Fox's Undertale
Long ago, I met a human who fell from the surface. But, they died. And I was alone. Over countless years, this process repeats more times than anyone should ever have to bare.
Fallen Down again. Home again. Death Report again. So, I am alone again. Over and over. Playing with my emotions as if they were naught in some sick, twisted game. Years pass, but nobody came.
But today is different. Today, the seventh human soul has fallen down. Could this be my chance at redemption? Or are we on the verge of repeating a senseless and deadly mistake?
My expectations...
My loneliness...
My fear...
For you, my child...
I *sob* will set *sob* these things *sob* I can't do this. I refuse! I REFUSE to accept this!
I apologize. I seem to have gotten ahead of myself. Let us return to the start of this story. Back to when the seventh human's tale began. When the human fell into a hole atop Mt. Ebott and landed upon a bed of golden flowers.
The child regains consciousness. There's some bumps and bruises here and there. Even a couple minor scrapes. But lucky for them, there was a bed of golden flowers. Clumsily, they pick themselves up from a now slightly-flattened bed of golden flowers.
Do not worry, my child. Even after countless generations away from their native lands, these flowers will remain strong. In time, they will once again eagerly stretch out towards Mister Sun, whose warm embrace shines through the hole atop this abyss once more. Perhaps, one day, I, too can learn from them. To learn of the unyielding will I shall require. To protect one. To be one's hope. To be one's guiding light.
Wiping away the dirt with a confused look upon their face, the child's eyes quickly move to and fro, nervously glancing at their surroundings. Here's a wall. There's a wall. That's the floor beneath their feet. Their focus constantly shifting until they look skywards, to the light coming from above. For several seconds, there is no reaction. No movement. Just a child staring at a hole in a ceiling from the bottom of a cavernous mountain.
After what feels like an eternity, they sigh, nodding their head and turning towards the only door in this isolated area. It hasn't even been a minute yet since they awoke. I cannot claim to understand this child's goal, nor what emotion drives them forward. But one thing is clear. They are filled with determination.
For now, I decide to not make my presence known. I'm content to simply watch from the shadows. No need to frighten the poor child. First impressions are important, after all. Perhaps I'm trying too hard to be kind. Maybe I'm just being silly. But, that's what we Dreemurrs are known for, right?
Author's Note (post release, August 27, 2016):
I have a request for the new readers who show up when a new chapter is added, bumping this one to the top of the list. If you could find it in your hearts, would you please read to at least chapter four before abandoning the story? Thanks.
My data shows about 3 out of 5 readers leave within the first two chapters of this fic. Which is unfortunate, as I was still shaking off a dozen years worth of literary rust while writing these first two chapters.