Welcome, I guess... Anyways, here's the thing that I have to say about how Name-Brand Undertale-esque Product is owned by Toby Fox, and I only own Felix, the main OC in this story. As for Frisk (and Chara) being a girl, instead of agender, I just imagined it like this. I can totally see Frisk (and Chara again) being male, female, or agender. For this story, however, Frisk (and therefore by extent Chara) is (should probably be the word are instead of is) a girl. (Getting overexcited with the parenthesis and the correct sentence is "For this story, however, Frisk and Chara are girls.")

-A voice comes from the other side of a door.- "hurry up bro. your non-existant-for-now fanbase wants to read the story."

I know, Sans. I know.

Anyway, grateful viewers... er... grateful readers, here is the first chapter of my very first fan fiction; One Extra Soul! (Name could be changed at a later date)


Chapter 1

Fallen Down with a Friend


"Long ago, two types of people populated the earth. HUMANS and MONSTERS. HUMANS were the creatures with vast amounts of a special power, but little or no magic. MONSTERS were the creatures with vast amounts of magic, but little to no amount of that special power. After long years with tension building over them, war broke over most of the nations between HUMANS and MONSTERS. MONSTERS were much weaker physically, but if a MONSTER got a HUMAN soul, their powers would've become god-like. HUMANS feared this power to take souls, so they sealed all MONSTERS underground with a powerful Barrier," the teacher droned on. I barely paid attention.

My name's Felix, and I normally wear a blue and black striped long sleeve shirt. You probably thought I wore a sweater. Guess again. Most people call me Freak. It's because I was one of very few humans ever to be able to wield magic. I was called Freak mainly because they feared my power. I could use it if I wanted, but if I did… Who knows what would happen? As all the teachers said, I was untrained. I couldn't efficiently use my magic. So I'm called Freak by everybody… But one girl. That girl's name was Frisk. Frisk was amazing. That special power that was talked about whenever we went over history was something Frisk and I called DETERMINATION. She possessed vast amounts of it. So in a way, we both possessed something others didn't. I guess that's why we were friends. I guess we also could've been sweater buddies though… She normally wore a blue and purple striped sweater.

I looked at Frisk and nodded. We had agreed to do something only few people actually did. Both of us had abusive families, and we both wanted out of them. We only knew of one place where we could run where we'd never be found. Mount Ebott. I had heard about the legends, and I had climbed the mount a year earlier to investigate. I had found a large chasm inside a cavern. Naturally, I wanted to check how deep it was, so I threw a rock down. I didn't hear any sounds. I thought to myself, "If there's a barrier… Then magic shouldn't get through… shouldn't it?" I focused myself and threw a ball of fire into the pit. It fell… and fell… and fell… until it hit something and spread across the object causing flames to cover the entire pit. I ran home after seeing that.

After school, I never went home. I started to climb Mount Ebott straight away, and I sat at the mouth of the cavern. I waited for three hours, before I started seeing a small figure climb Mount Ebott. When the figure got closer, I realized it was Frisk. I smiled until I saw people following her. "Frisk! Run! There's people behind you!" I shouted down at her. She looked behind her and started running up the mountain. When she got up here I realized that our parents had followed Frisk. "Run into the cavern! I'm right behind you!" She ran into the cavern and I bolted after her. I saw her trip on a vine and fall into the chasm. "FRISK!" I shouted. I, without hesitation, dove into the chasm after her.

It was quiet as I fell, I tucked my body in and braced myself for impact. The next thing I knew I was passing out…

When I woke up, I saw Frisk passed out about ten feet away from me. I stood up and walked over to her, kneeling. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up before exclaiming in pain and laying back down. "Where do you hurt?" I asked.

"M-My leg…" she said. I looked at it, and it was bent at a weird angle, signifying that it was broken.

"Frisk… I'm going to try my first-aid magic." I looked at her and she nodded. I moved my hands above her injured leg and closed my eyes. I focused on happy thoughts, and I felt my hands emitting something. I kept focusing for a few minutes until Frisk said something.

"That's enough. You and I both know that using any type of magic wears you out faster than anything. My legs good enough anyways." She stood up as I opened my eyes. I stood also and we walked together, into what appeared like the next room.

A flower with a face stood there. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! Hmm… You two are new to the UNDERGROUND, aren'tcha?" We both nodded at that. "Golly, you must be so confused!" I shrugged, and Frisk smiled slightly. "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess lil' ol' me will have to do." Flowey giggled slightly. "Ready? Here we go!"


-Author appeared from trash can. Flowey and Sans are on opposite sides of the trash can.-

A: "Are you guys just waiting for me to stop calling the trash can home? 'Cause that ain't happenin'. This is my home now, and I accept it."

S: "well... as long as you keep the story going."

F: "Hurry up and get out of the damn trash can so I can stuff Smiley Trashcan into it."

S: "shut it, weed."

A: "Stop fighting... And for you view-er-readers out there, first of all, this fanfiction will be updated on a quad/quint-day basis. Four to five days between each chapter for you normal folk that aren't trying to sound fancy like this garbage can dwelling dweeb. Second of all, if any of you have suggestions to what I can do for the story, if I don't feel like progressing the plot much, or something for far future consideration, go ahead and PM me or leave a review. Either is fine with me. Also if anyone has a good picture that I would be able to use for the cover picture of this story, I'd be greatly appreciative if you could send it to me. I'll see you guys around... If I don't die from a Gaster Blaster or friendliness pellet in the next four days..."

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