Hello! I'm IceFeather9110!
You probably know that both Undertale and Homestuck contain some pretty terrible things, but just to be on the safe side, if you are offended or do not like mentions of genocide, gore, suicidal thoughts, and/or swearing, don't read this story! But, for the people who are fine with these, and if you have read Homestuck or played Undertale, there is a good chance you are, then continue!
Reviews and constructive criticism are encouraged! Please do share any ideas for future chapters you may have! As a beginning storyteller, I could use some advice on how to direct the plot!
Also, shipping. If you have any shipping suggestions, feel free to leave suggestions! This fic won't have anything sexually nsfw, though, so please keep that noted!
Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie and Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.
Now, enough of my endless narrating and lets get on with the show!
Chapter 1
Dying wasn't what had surprised him. He actually didn't care much about what happened to him, because whatever he did, pretty soon, would just end up with him being killed anyways. That what would happened to everyone. No, dying didn't faze him the way it would anyone else. It was dying like this, killed by the one he had struck down, that made him freeze where he had stood. The prince watched in shock as the sylph, once a corpse, ripped his weapon from his hand, broke it into splinters, and ran a chainsaw through his side. Violet splattering everywhere as he flipped in midair, broken in two.
They didn't care about him anymore, Eridan Ampora, Prince of Hope. He was their enemy, and he was dead.
At least, he expected to die, like he should have. He wanted to die, because living would have ended with him dying anyways. There was no point in continuing, and he was content with it. So, why?
Why did his soul refuse?
Soft dripping and quiet sounds resonated as violet eyes shot open. The room was dim, but not too dark to see anything. Above, a nest of purple-ish stalactites hung from the roof of a cave, a faint light somehow emanating from their even with no visible source. Many marble pillars escalated high above, almost to the ceiling. They didn't seem to serve any function other than just being there, though. Spindly vines climbed up the sides of almost anything there, and the place looked in ruins.
Eridan Ampora sat up. Am I dead? He could still feel things, not just pain, but emotions. No, somehow, he wasn't dead, even though he knew he had no way of ascending. So, howw then?
Slowly, aching slightly, he got to his feet. A small patch of yellow flowers lay by his feet, a bit crushed now, but otherwise surprisingly prosperous, despite the lack of essential factors needed to grow flowers. The rest of the area had a dirt floor, small patches of grass scattered about. An enclosed path lead ahead, giving a slightly claustrophobic, yet welcoming vibe.
Guess theres only one wway to go.
After a few moment of walking, an opening appeared on the left. It was elaborately large, with two pillars on each side. A few steps lead up to the actual doorway, gaping with no actual functioning doors. But the one thing that caught your eye was the arched top, emblemized with a strange symbol unlike any he had ever seen. It consisted of three triangles, two pointing up and a center one inverted. Above them, a circle with two large wings hovered above. A figure that brought back memories of terrible screeches and battles to his mind. A figure of wrath.
An angel.
Through the doorway was another room. An illuminated patch of grass with a single yellow flower was the only thing noticeably different. As he walked through, he looked straight at the next exit, making haste.
"Woah there, no need to rush, buddy!"
The voice was high pitched and friendly sounding, quite contrasting the dim, calming atmosphere of the caves. Eridan looked around, trying to find the source. It almost sounded as if it came from below him…
"Wwhat in the-"
The flower, now only a foot away from him, now sprouted a pair of beady eyes and a smile in the middle of its face. It grinned cheekily, and seemed almost too joyous and trusting to be natural.
"You almost stepped on me, so, for the future, be a bit more careful, alrighty?"
"…Sure." This thing sure was odd, not caring that he had almost hurt, or possibly killed it.
Then again, it wwouldnt be the first species Ivve run into wwith similar morals.
It squinted at him, still smiling.
"Y'know, I've never seen anyone quite like you around here. You look different than any kind of monster I've ever met. By the way, I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower. Where'd you come from?"
This thing is expectin me to be wway more open than one should.
"Quite a distance from here, I think. Wwhere is this place anywways?"
Flowey, somehow, smiled even wider, anticipation filling his face.
"You're not from the Underground aren't cha? I can tell, you're different." It suddenly changed into a smirk. "You look and have the aura of a monster, but, very faintly, I can feel it. You have a soul like a humans."
The slight frown on Eridan's face remained unchanged, but his eyes grew slightly wider. The flower continued, sounding ever so less caring with each passing second.
"Heh, I can tell. You have a lot of power stored inside of you. Lasting power. A monsters soul won't last a second after death, but your soul? It'll persist."
Flowey's voice had lost all traces of compassion at this point, sounding heartless and diminutive. His smile transformed from being friendly and cheerful to a grin of pure malice.
"Long enough to make me a GOD."
Without warning, a ring of floating white bullets surrounded him, spinning in place. The violet blood immediately switched to a defensive posture, surveying the orbs. He tried to call out his strife specibus, before realizing he didn't have any.
The fuck kinda weapon is this?
A chilling laugh filled the room, as the bullets slowly enclosed upon the prince. His mind raced. Would he die now? Would he live? Is this some personal hell where he is forced to die over and over again?
The bullets rammed into his skin, battering his body.
But, surprisingly, they didn't hurt much.
"What?" The flora's smile had faded into a confused frown, scowling fiercely. More bullets formed around him. This time, they were shot straight at him, fifty or so flying to hit their target. But, they only did so much damage, and Eridan still stood.
"Why won't you die?" Hundreds of projectiles now flooded the room, forming rows upon rows. They forcefully shot out in waves, violently ramming into the young seadweller, the attacker screaming with each onslaught.
"Why. The. Fuck. Won't. You. DIE?!"
The last wave slammed into the ground, shaking the earth and bringing up dust. But, though hunched over, the troll lived, bleeding violet and bruised. They both caught their breath, exhaling rasps of air.
"Hah…hah…your LOVE."
The flower began to smile, almost psychotically. "Just how much death have you caused to gain so much?"
Eridan didn't respond, trying to process what was happening. The flower was implying that it related to violence instead of, well, the opposite. Were they thinking of the same thing?
Suddenly, a faint pit-pat could be heard from somewhere. He raised his head to look up towards the exit he had tried to go through earlier, while Flowey kept talking.
"You're just like me, aren't you? Not afraid to kill those below us, not out of revenge, or any other 'justifications'. We kill because we can." The sound grew louder, footsteps of someone running closer.
"Beings like us are the only sensible ones in this disgusting world! We aren't afraid to kill each other if we get in the other's way!" A darkened figure could be seen running forth, large and imposing.
"Sorry, buddy, but there can only be one!" An armada of bullets formed around the grinning flower, preparing to hit. Preparing to kill.
The glow of fire filled the room, as a strange, white being entered, hands clasping a ball of pure-white flame. They shot the weapon towards the monologue-ing flower, throwing it across the room. It disappeared from the room. The floating arsenal disintegrated into nothing, like falling ashes. All went quiet. The figure's scowling face stayed for a moment, before falling into a pitying smile.
"Are you alright, small one?"
Whew! Anyways, at the end of each chapter, I'll try to post a question about how the plot will continue! So here it is!
I'm contemplating making this sort of reflect the Undertale series and make it a "choose your own adventure" type of story. I will update with two stories every time, one being a pacifist run, the other being a genocide run. This style will take longer to update, though. Originally, it was going to be sort of a mix, but now I'm not sure what to do. So, what do you think? Should I make this more of a traditional fic with quicker updates, or a double fic, with multiple choices you can make, but slower updates. Anyhow, see ya!
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