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So, um. Your a slightly ooc, alright what means slightly, your a madly ooc modern being from the one piece universe in the world of Undertale. Just try to guess who you are alright. goddamnit.


Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: Humans and Monsters.

One day, war broke out between the two races.

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.

They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Many years later…

Year 201x

There's tapping that echoes through the place you're located. It makes you turn towards the source of sound. Unimpressed you witness your guess of water dripping down and puddling just beneath. It's uninteresting at first glance, but the more you move out of the light that your blocking with your hunched down, sitting body, the more you notice sparkling in the distance. It's like stars popping up on the late summer night sky.

The view is bounding but you manage to tear your eyes away and concentrate on yourself. You're sitting, legs curled in. Your Vans look just fine, unlike your knee-high socks. They were once white. Once. Not really anymore.

You go over the petals of some yellow flowers that you're sitting on. They sparkle in your vision when the light reflects onto them. Gold was such a pure colour in your opinion.

After recollecting your thoughts, you decide to move onto your legs. You were sitting for a quite long time it seems and your carriers feel uncomfortable the moment you fully stand. A bone chilling breeze hits you from behind, reminding you to turn and follow the luminous breadth.

You raise your sight as you leave the area you must have landed on. It looks like a cave when it's dipped into darkness. You calculate that you must've tumbled down through a smaller, more hidden hole, since there is no light from above. The ceiling looks high though so you're not sure if you can call it tumbling.

In a blur, memories return to you, but vainly only slightly. They don't really help you, so you try to focus on your surroundings. You had fallen down. Fallen down,

Mount Ebott.

You look down at yourself. It's weird to see your bruised hands, because they don't really hurt. Glancing past your hands, the light makes the colours of your Hoodie seem brighter than usual. Light blue and dainty rose. You lifted your belt slightly, checking if you were still you. A sigh of relief leaves you as you brush some more dust and dirt off your dark blue seafarers shorts that stay a little above your knees. "I wish they would've been longer, I got bruises all over."

Before you can think straight again, you're right in front of the only hope you have, the light. It shines down like a headlight. You want to stand below it, feel it warming you up, but the moment you extend your hand, you pull it back. It hit you like a shockwave. You had blocked the sun from a flower. Only shortly but apparently enough to make it close its petals slightly. Your hand feels burned so you embrace it with your other palm and hold it in front of your chest.

Your guilt and you agree to apologise.

"But there is no need for that,"
The flower's head turns, faces you. While we're on it, it develops a face, if you can call it that. Upper lip just somewhat overlapping the lip underneath by it's fangs. "Now is there?" The knot in your throat stops you from speaking, and the more your thoughts stay trapped in your mind the more they expand. Horror creeps up on your face and your expression changes with that immediately.

The Flower says "Howdy!" And you nod. It looks like a sunflower. But it's just so small, you can't sort it in. "My name is Flowey, Flowey the flower." It introduces itself. Flowey continues by adding "Golly, you must be so confused." You nod firmer than before. "someones ought to teach you how things work around here. Guess little ol' me have to do!"

You take a step back carefully, finding a position to stay more stable. The flowers high pitched voice makes you cringe your face a little. "Do you see that?" And their eyes are pointing towards you, so you sink your glance. You lower your hands that clutch each other like their live depends on it, you hadn't noticed. The moment you do so, a crimson light comes into view, making you widen your stare.

It had grabbed you off guard, and you took another step backwards only to stumble over some roots and fall onto your bottom. Regardless of all your struggles to take off, the plant's gaze felt like it was boring holes through you. You couldn't bring yourself to open your mouth. "That's your soul. And yes, before you ask, it is pretty weak right now."

Your leg is still fairly entangled in the roots, so you decide to slowly sit up, dry leaves rustle beneath you. "My, you're looking worried. Don't be! What about some friendliness pellets?" Ibuprofen, sure, why not. Tendrils flourish close to you, holding onto pills, so you move your hand forwards. They feel nothing new to you, which might be the only reasoning for you to trust them. One, two, the third one goes into your pocket for future use. And you cough.

You're eyes feel like they're burning while your hands move around your throat. Hell feels closer to you than you would've ever thought. You're vision is a blur and your mouth can't hold back the liquid that dribs down your lips. You attempt to scream, but nothing else than a, in pain muffled screech leaves you. Your legs move apart, letting you lean in between them. The only thing you see is red dots decorating the floor and your shoes moving around the dirt.

Pleas fill the air. You're not sure if those are yours, because you haven't done anything but tried to breath.

Hands wrap around you, finding their way around your knees and under your back. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a pool innocent youth." You're in the arms of somebody, but you're too weak to move your head. A soft "Thank you." forms on your lips. A smile follows right afore you drift off.

You awoke to the sound of creaking. Light shines onto as you try to focus your view. Somebody steps in. "My child, you have awoken." As the blur disappears you're fully able to realise what you've walked into. A monster. You're facing a goat-like creature. Short, dull horns. You convince yourself that those can't hurt you. Won't hurt you. "I had not the time to ask you if you dislike butterscotch or cinnamon. I guessed it would've been alright." You find yourself staring, how rude, but you can't stop it. The pie in the creature's hands you notice pretty late. You reach out slightly, ignoring the pain that expands in your body. "I'm glad! You seem better." It makes you blink, the smile. It doesn't spread from ear to ear, no, it stays small. Enough. Enough to be coming from their heart.

"Right, I'll put this onto the kitchen table. Please join me if you feel ready." You moved to stand up, but the sound of rustling made them stop, so you did as well. "What a shame, I apologise. I forgot, my name is Toriel." They left.
The alone time let you clear your mind. You assume that their a she. So you come to the conclusion that she might have saved you. That's it. You're hungry, you can't possibly think any further without nourishment.

The room you're in is small, but enough for two person, you guess. One, you count, and another one, that makes two beds. One cardboard and lots of crayon art. Your stomach draws attention from you as you spot the macaroni art hanging behind you. A child's room for sure.

It's strange, walking down a hallway of a home that isn't yours. Walking down the hallway of a home that seems to be wanting to enter your life, be your home. It feels scary, as if searching for the toilet at your friends home over night. You enter the living room. You didn't dare to look around the corridor.

It's a nice, seeing her sit by the fire that blooms at its full beauty. You don't want to wait with eating, but it's the right thing to do so you sit down, legs barely reaching the floor. You feel intimidated by every noise that roses when your feet can't touch the floor, it's something physical and you never questioned it.

"Toriel?" You'r voice comes out more unstable than you would've liked. "My child, you go on ahead. I don't really feel like eating." You seem to question nothing today. More for you.

The pie tasted delicious. Even though you only ate a slice, it filled you up. Your guessing that the new atmosphere and whatnot must have altered your eating habits. Your guilt, mostly, adjudicates you to sit by the fire now. It appears to you as a more fitting way to show them that you feel grateful for what they have done for you. You tell her that the dessert was tasty anyway. "Oh how delightful to hear that from you. I'll bake you another one later." You nod without realising what she had told you. As your mind finally manages to catch up on the picture your head snaps up. "Does that sound good?" She checks.

"Later?" It's more of a whisper, but you're sure that Toriel heard you clearly. "Why, of course. We're gonna have a wonderful time here in the ruins."

"Wait, no." You tell her. "Toriel, I want to return home. Not stay trapped down here." The furry closed her book, casting her gaze down at your sitting body. You just yet noticed the reading support on the bridge of her nose reflecting the fire that went down next to you two. Hell was going on within her and she didn't look like she wanted to hide it. You felt unease all of the sudden.

"Little one, you have to understand. The ruins are filled with traps and riddles that I wasn't able to educate you on." The stoutness that you bore with you obvious. "Is that what you truly wish my child?" You didn't need to nod, your eyes were giving the answer away apparently. "I'll need to attend to some business, please stay here." She left without looking back.

It's scary. Of course it is but, for example, the dark room left to the fireplace adds darkness to your tense state. The more you look around, the smaller you feel. You can't possibly sit here and watch the room devour you. You need to take the matter into your own hands and leave the room as quick as possible.

Toriel must have had forgotten some lights on in the corridor, since it looks nicer than before. You whisper her name, but no one answered. The only place she could have been would be the only place you hadn't checked before. The cellar.

The stairs are old and creaky, but you get used to it with each step. You think back. A few days ago you would've said that you've nothing accomplished until today. Now you're walking around the underground. A legendary place nobody believed in. You're tiptoeing now.

But seriously, the only reason you've managed to stay sane till now is the curiosity that's flowing within you.

"My child." You jump slightly. Seemingly you have already entered the passage-like cellar. It didn't look too special, but it was not sinister enough to make you shiver either. Just a little cold, you suppose. "This is the path that leads out of the ruins. I'm going to destroy it."

At this point, you were only praying. You didn't even know what to assume the future would confront you with. You noticed, Toriel was wearing a lilac straight dress. The only thing to get her attention right now was tugging slightly on the fabric that she was clothed in probably. "Please return to your room. If you leave the ruins, they, Asgore, will kill you." You didn't know who that was and if this monster was as tall as her, because then you would agree at one point with that statement. Toriel didn't look easy to pass. To be honest, withstanding her so long without thinking about the possible consequences was foolish of you. "Every human that goes down this road meets the same fate."

You would remember that. But right now, you needed her to listen. She never did. "You're just as stubborn as the others." A hmpf leaving her as she exhaled. "Then," And she was cut off by you stumbling into her as she stopped. Huge hall-like doors caught your eye as Toriel turned towards you. Stern look on place, she continued. "Prove yourself. Prove to me that you're strong enough to survive!" Jesus, she was so emotionally loud all of the sudden. You swore you saw a gleam buried in the tight fur of hers underneath the eye.

"I don't want to fight you." Well, it was worth a try, but you told it more to yourself then to her. Seconds past, spent by her looking at you. Her tears serving as a model for yours. Your chest started to shine in crimson once again. You wanted this to stop. This should never become something you would get used to, that you swore to yourself. Her hand lit up, and the troposphere stilled. Your eyes grew at the sight. Weaponless and horrified you froze on your spot.

No words were spoken and it made you uncomfortable. You clenched the fabric of your hoodie in front on your shining soul, only to get your opponent unwillingly into action. With a tad of fear in every move she made, Toriel covered with her left hand the fires' one side, bringing it up ante her snout. Giving the heat a light blow, she demonstrated her levelled power of destruction.

The flames had not hit you, but scuffed your jawline slightly. You just managed to dodge the last attack at a close call. Once in a while she would move her hand, make short barriers of the inferno that took place in her which burst like a conflagration and gasp when you got hit just the slightest bit. Smoke filled the air, accompanied by ashes and soot that laid heavy in your lungs. Carbon dioxide rising to the ceiling and making you heave ever so often. By the time she realised that you just refused to make a move she started to get frustrated. "Why will you not understand. You'll be killed if you can't defend yourself!" You could tell that she was growing defeated, maybe even a little irked.

After the tenth strike of cries and pleas that left you in vain along with the blood that trickled down various gashes , submission took over and crashed her onto the ground. Conquered she wiped her woe off her eyes. "I misjudged you my child. Your heart will overcome any harm that will face you on your way to true happiness." Muffled apologies left her as you crouched next to her, smiling from ear to ear. Flames that could perpetrate holocaust vanished into a thousand spanks.
"Tell me," you said breathless and hoarse. "Tell me more about yourself." Glistening paws were removed from her face as she turned to look at you. Disbelieve visibly written across her face.

It took awhile until she began opening up. You also had to recover, in her opinion, but you managed to convince her that a quick treatment of patching some cuts and bandaging would do. Both, you and her adored the time that faded by in the gloomy cellar as the joy you two shared brightened the atmosphere around.

She, apparently was the caretaker of the ruins. She would pass by the place you had landed to watch over the fallen humans. Toriel explained that it had been forever since any kind of being had crashed onto the bed of flowers.

Puzzles, that had been unexpected, were some sort of way, creatures in the underground used to stop people that were unknown to it from stepping into their lands. To stop humans from entering the Underground, to put it without sugarcoating it. Also, there was something, Toriel was quite reluctant about. Once again, you didn't examine it any further.

When it was time to leave, no one regretted. No one cried. The doors, she had pushed open by sheer muscle strength. You beamed at the flakes that slid trough the sky like sailing boats on calm days. The cold wind that rushed in made Toriel breath freely behind you, and so did you. It looked nicer than you would have had ever supposed.

Maybe it had only filled you at that point, but when you called out "We will meet again,

Mother."

You knew, she too, was brimmed with determination.

Looking back once, you saw her wave. You tugged your fingers past the arm-sleeves of your hoodie and held them tightly shut. It was time to keep going.


TBC

I'm gonna cut this into 6-8 pieces if wanted so. Not less, because i can't put over 4-5k words into a fic in a month. Bear with me here please. Also tell me how it was and if this even is a good idea the way i do it uwuh. Thanks a lot for reading (or skipping to this part whatever) jk xoxo ((sorry for not leaving much space also, if it's getting annoying to read like that just tell!))
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