[EDIT] Do to a glitch while uploading I have been forced to present this as a regular story, to clarify it is a Darksouls/ Undertale fic set in the Undertale universe!
Hey there one and all to my new story! I just came up with it and thought hey! These two franchises would mix really well! As always, reviews are appreciated!
MOUNT EBOTT: 20XX
A cliff near the peak of Mount Ebott overlooked a gorgeous view, many trees could be seen as well as a city in the distance, its tall buildings illuminated by a bright sunrise steadily transversing the horizon, this peace lasted only a few seconds as a armoured hand popped into view and quickly reached foward grabbing a rock that was implanted into the hard terrain, after this the owner of the hand hauled themselves up without a word, or even a breath for that matter.
Looking over the fully armoured figure about the size of a man revealed that they were covered head to toe in armour, sporting a worn steel helmet with a little spike protruding from the forehead, on either side of the helmet were slits near the eyes and mouth for breathing and seeing.
Next was their body, their neck was covered by a folded wanderers coat to make an improved scarf, they wore a steel chestplate over some extremely torn and burned blue fabric, their waist was home to a belt with many pouches to store items, a weird glowing flask was equipped on the back of the belt along with a filled sheath and a strange object on each side, their arms were covered in chainmail with steel plates accompanying it down to the elbow were large grey gauntlets followed the arms down to the wrists to be greeted by the previously seen gloves.
The figures legs were covered in some worn brown trousers which had steel plates around the joints, the boots were like most things, covered in a layer of plating, all in all it gave the impression of a knight.
The being took a minute to look around the area, quickly moving whatever eyes were in the helmet around as to build a sense of direction it did not seem to be affected by the view in any way, turning around it began walking further up the mountain.
As the day ticked on the figure continued trekking up the mountain, by now one could tell that whatever was inside that armour wasn't breathing, however, it would occasionally stop to rest and gather its thoughts, as was common now the figure sat next to a rock and began the weird ritual of reaching into its pouch and throwing some bones onto the floor and then planting its sword into the pile, all before setting it ablaze seemingly with its hands.
Looking through the fire you could see that the sword was a Zweilhandler but was imbued with a strange black sheen making the blade appear even more deadly, another strange thing to note was the fact that the blade was not being worn down by the flames.
The figure seemed to be debating something before it pulled a dagger out of a one of its bigger pouches and without hesitation drove it into it's arm with the force of which could easily cut it off but as the dagger hung in the arm with the pointed part sticking through the other side of the arm the beings only reaction was reaching onto the side of their waist and bringing fourth the strange object, holding it close to the wounded arm the figure then emitted a series of quiet and incomprehensible whispers from its helmet as the object aquired a faint golden glow before causing a explosion of golden light which enveloped the arm and before the beings eyes and healed the arm completely while it launched the dagger with the force of a cannon into the grass.
Later on the figure was still going on about their business of reaching the top of Mount Ebott, but before they could make it any further they hadn't noticed the rapidly approaching hole as they were seemingly lost in thought, when they finnaly noticed it was to late as they were plumiting into the dark below.
An unknown ammount of time had passed when the figure woke up, and noticed that they had completely destroyed a flower bed, uncaring they slowly got to their feet and began calmly walking down the dim rocky cave, the path lasted a few minutes before the armoured figure saw a strange doorway leading to another room, with that the being moved on into the room.
The new room was strange, it had a mysterious light coming in from the ceiling making a circular floor in the pitch black room, but what was the strangest thing was the flower in the center of the room facing away from the steel clad being, said being looked around for a few seconds, trying to figure out why it was so dark and where the light came from but before it could come to a conclusion it heard a gentle voice coming from the center of the room.
"Howdy!"
Looking up at the figure from across the room was the flower, although that sounded ridiculous it was true, a flower with a happy smile was staring straight into the figures helmet but not even the flowers gaze could rip through the darkness of the helmet.
"I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower" the flower continued without prompt, it seemed to pause and stare at the being expecting some sort of response, when it gave none it quickly continued.
"You're new to the underground, arn't 'cha" it continued in that accent, sadly the being cared not for chit chat as it continued moving, completely ignoring the flower.
'Hey! Where ya goin'?" the flower asked, when it received no reply it dissapeared for a second only to reappear in the figures path and was almost crushed until it continued its blabbering.
But before the being could step over it again the enviorment changed and the being was now standing in a black and white abyss with that annoying flower in front of it. But something else caught the figures eye, in front of it was a grey, heart shaped object, weirdly it had a crack going across it and had a substance equivalent to blood slowly dripping out.
The flower looked ready to talk again but then it stared at the towering figure before it started shaking and in a fearful voice asked.
"W-where'd you get so much LV?"