This chapter is not game accurate, for I was not following along with the game while writing it. And it is now edited! Sorry that this was all in present tense before, I fixed it to the omniscient past tense narration. Terribly sorry for any inconvenience.


Where was he?

Why was he here?

Who was he before?

Who is he now?


Suddenly, the shadows subsided. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. The only thing he could remember was falling. He was falling for a long time. He should be dead, but he was breathing, and very much alive. It was a miracle to say the least.

He looked around him. Underneath him were very bright yellow flowers. They nearly shined like gold. The petals were soft to the touch and like a blanket. The vibrant saviors seemed to be soaking up the little light that rained in from above. The roots were firmly planted into the damp cave floor. All around him were purple teeth jutting out from either the floor or the ceiling. He had one goal in mind set immediately- he needed to get out- back up. He didn't know why, but he knew he felt... determined.

There was a single visible path, if you could even call it that. Even if it was a path, nothing past the entrance could be described as visible. Nevertheless, he needed to get out of here. This place was creeping him out. It was not like he could manage to get 'more' lost. With this in mind, he took a reluctant step, and like every explorer before him, walked down the path and into the unknown.

The path leads him to an area of complete darkness. The only thing in the room that wasn't pitch black was a flower. It looked like a taller version of the ones that saved him not too long ago. It was Impossible to watch his step as he neared the said flower. He went right next to it, and he can tell it was no ordinary flower- it may not even be a flower at all. This flower had a face, and could speak.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" he said in a cheerful voice. His face wore a cheerful expression.

A red mist floated out of the human. Suddenly, he found himself trapped in the darkness. The only thing that could be seen were white walls trapping him in.

"You seem new to the underground. Here, let me tell you how it works." His smile almost started to grow sickeningly huge. "You see, in this world, the goal is to gain EXP. With enough EXP, you'll gain LOVE, which makes it easier to get even more EXP!" The flower seemed all too excited to be sharing this information. "How you get EXP is by sharing it through these little... 'friendliness pellets'. Here, I'll give you some of mine to start you off. Collect 'em all!"

Suddenly, to his fear, things started flying at him in the small space. He panicked. He hadn't listening to the flower telling him the white bullets were okay. He was forced to dodge. Luckily, none hit him.

"Y-you didn't grab a single one," the flower said, his expression turning to one of disappointment and shock. "H-here... let's try again... collect all the pellets!" His face slowly gained back an awkward smile.

Once again, the bullets fly towards him. This time he listened, if barely. He reached his hand out to one after getting out of its way. Something didn't add up. It was flying too fast. It looked as if it would hurt if it-

He cried out in pain as he heard a crack in his arm. The pain came afterward. It was so overwhelming, he wanted to cry.

He cradled his arm with his other arm. The pain was finally getting to him. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. Soon, his vision was blurry with his sobbing.

"You IDIOT!" Flowey's expression immediately darkened as he made fun of the crying child. "In this world, it's killed or be killed!"

The flower had quite a way of teaching him a lesson. He had learned it the hard way. In fact, it was all that was in his mind. Don't touch the bullets. Don't touch the bullets. Don't touch the bullets, he repeated in his mind. The mantra alone could be enough to drive him insane.

More of the bullets he feared most appeared. They surrounded him in every direction, forming a circle. They starting to slowly move towards him. He didn't know which way to move. If he moved at all, he would be met with a short and easy death. If he didn't, he'd only extend his life by a few seconds. The pain in his arm was already killing him. It was plaguing his brain. He couldn't think clearly. He felt as if he was slowly dying.

The bullets neared closer. There was nothing left to do. He sat down and pulled his knees to his chest. He sobbed uncontrollably at the realization. He was going to die.

"HAHAHAHA! Cry all you want. You're going to die! I'm going to-" For some reason that the boy couldn't see, Flowey was interrupted. The crying child in the center of the floor looked up just in time to see a flame attack his tormentor. As the flower flew away from the force of the attack, the bullets around him disappeared. He didn't dare move. He had even stopped crying at this point. The shock of him being alive was enough to make his tears run out. His savoir walked into the center of his view. It was some kind of goat, except this goat walked on two legs. She even wore a dress. Was she going to hurt him? Was she going to help him? He had no choice but to wait and find out. She blocked the path, and the only other way was a dead end.

"What a bully, torturing such a poor, innocent youth," she said. Her voice sounded as if it was made from honey. She sounded as if she could never hurt a fly. That alone answered all of his questions. He was going to be safe with her. He slowly stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. He took a few deep breaths to relax himself. By now, he had almost completely forgotten about his arm. If he pretended it was someone who talked too much, it was easy to tune out.

"Here, let me heal you, my child," she said, possibly even soother than before. The child felt relieved as the pain in his arm left him, and he was able to move it without feeling like he was being stabbed over and over. He found he was still trapped in the box, but didn't care much now. He knew nothing dangerous would appear in the box as long as she was there.

"Hello, I am Toriel. Don't worry, I am not here to hurt you, my child. I am the caretaker of the ruins. I check here every day to see if someone has fallen down. You are the first to come through here in a long time. Follow me, innocent one. I will help guide you through the ruins."

The white, caring goat walked off through the darkness and down another path. After a few seconds, he followed her through the purple door, which is, oddly enough, not hard to see in the pitch black room. He was lead into the next room, and into a hallway with purple bricks on its wall. He saw Toriel pressing buttons on the floor. The four she pressed caused a previously closed door to open when she hits the switch.

"The ruins are filled with puzzles. It is important to figure out these puzzles in order to pass." The human followed her through the door.

In the next room, the same purple bricks lined the walls. At the end of the room, he could just barely see that the path to the next room was blocked.

"As you may notice, at the end of this room is a gate into the next one. It is locked. I want you to solve this puzzle. Fear not, young one. I have marked which levers you have to pull."

He looked to his left and saw three yellow levers, two of which have a huge sign that said "this one" written above it. He pulled down the first lever before to the second, repeating the action. He heard a distinct clicking sound, and walked to the other side of the room.

"Good work, my child. Come now, my child." The pair headed to the next room. In there, he saw there was some type of training dummy.

"Now, innocent one, I must teach you how to fight things in the ruins. Of course, we don't want to actually hurt anyone. So, I set up this dummy for you to practice talking to. In a real battle, stall until I have the time to come and rescue you."

The red mist flew out of him and white walls completely surrounded him again. He panicked at first, but quickly remembered what Toriel had said. She said something about talking, right?

"U-uh.. h-hi?" This dummy doesn't seem much for conversation, he thought to himself. He spotted the dummy flying off. No one will be happy with this. He secretly hoped all battles wouldn't be like this.

The white walls around him disappeared and he felt the red mist go back into his body. He saw Toriel standing there again, congratulating him on doing such a nice job. Maybe this place wasn't as 'kill or be killed' as flowey thought, he said to himself.

Once again, he was lead into the next room. There, Toriel informed him he must solve a puzzle all by himself. At first, there appeardc to be no puzzle, but then, he sawToriel standing next to a bridge covered with spikes. Before the bridge, he saw a sign, and went to read it. On the way to the sign, he bumped into a little frog like creature, and immediately named it froggit in his mind. When the red mist floats out of him again, he panicked. In the panic, he fell over with a thud, landing on his butt. He felt something in his back pocket that poked at his rear. The creature was hurting him! He pulled whatever was in his back pocket and hurled it at the froggit. It wasn't seconds until after the object was lodged into the froggit's head that he remembered he had a stick on him he must have picked up somewhere. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees in guilt.

He had killed something.

What would Toriel think of him?

He buried his head deep into his knees. What had he done? That froggit could have had a family, children even. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes. He didn't like the fact his crimes where weighing down on him like this. He needed an outlet. More tears came raining down from his eyes. He silently sobbed for only about a minute before deciding something.

He didn't want to cry.

He started to slow down his crying. He didn't remember much from before the fall, but he knew he wasn't a child, yet within the past five minutes, he had cried like a baby twice. He didn't want to cry ever again.

Slowly, he stood up and walked up to the froggit as a white mist left the innocent creature. The slimy white frog disappeared, never to be seen again. His stick fell to the ground, and it still had the monster's blood on it.

He looked above the place where the creature died to read the sign, his face still red and swollen from crying. 'The west side is the east side's blueprint.' It seemed simple enough. All he had to do was memorize the path of the first room, and then he would be able to cross the bridge. He walked over the path in the first room a few times, then went to Toriel, all ready to cross the bridge by himself.

"Here, take my hand, my child. I don't think you are quite ready for puzzles yet."

Well that was worth it.

The human and the goat arrived into a long room. There were no visible puzzles, but the hallway was pretty long, and maybe any puzzles were hidden.

"Now... I have to ask you to make it to the other end of this room... all by yourself. It pains me to do this.. but.. goodbye, my child..." Then, Toriel walked away to the other end of the room. He couldn't see where she went. She got a good head start, because he was only half listening. It wasn't until seconds after the goat started walking that he finally realized he had to walk to the end of the hallway himself and started doing so. It soon was clear that there were no puzzles in this room. The purple bricked room got boring to look at real fast. He felt determined to get out of this room.

Towards the end of the hallway, he saw a suspicious pillar.

"Do not worry, my child, I was behind this pillar the whole time," Said a caring voice. He turned his head to the pillar to see Toriel step out from behind it. "I have not left you," She said, smiling. "Now, I need to go run some errands, would you mind waiting here? I will not be long. And, I will even give you a cell phone so I can talk to you in case of emergencies." As she said this, a small, black metal device was handed to him. He placed it in his back pocket, the one that wasn't carrying his stick. It would have made sense to hold the stick, except for the fact it still had blood on it, despite the monster leaving behind no corpse. "Now, be good, my child."

She walked out the exit. He felt tempted to follow her, but stayed still because, for once, he had been listening.

"You should be proud," a voice chuckled through the corridor. He got scared and spun around, taking a defensive stance and looking for the source of the voice.

"Wow, you can actually hear me. 'Bout time. I wonder if you can see me, too?" the voice once again spoke. This time, it was less echoey and very clearly behind him. He spun around to face it's direction. In front of him was a barely visible girl. Her shirt was clearly green and yellow, but could have looked purple because of how invisible she was. His jaw went slightly slack, and his eyes opened wider. It was clear he could not explain what he was seeing.

"Based on that look, I'd say you can. Here, I'll make things easier for you. Hi, and before you ask, yes, I am a ghost." She consistently had a smile on her face. "And you are?"

Good question.

Silence loomed for a few minutes.

"Do you have a name?"

He thought for a few seconds, then shook his head. He couldn't remember anything from before he fell.

"Ok, then I'll give you a name. You look like... a Frisk."

Frisk nodded. It sparked something in him- maybe that was his name. Even if it wasn't, it sure was helpful having a name. Now he could be addressed as things other than 'he'.

"You should be proud of what you did back there," she said. "You weren't even trying. Should something that weak even be allowed to exist? You did a good thing. Imagine how strong you'd be if you actually tried!"

Frisk couldn't believe what he was hearing. Should something that weak even be allowed to exist? Of course it did!

That realization only made him feel even worse about what he was doing. He stepped backwards, being taken aback by both the girl's words and his thoughts. Tears started to well up in the corners of his eyes, and he started to curl up into a ball.

"No, no, don't cry. Here- let's make a deal," the girl offered. This got Frisk's attention. It certainly wasn't easy to get him listening, but he was, and the ghost knew it. "Do exactly as I tell you- and I'll make sure you never cry again." He thought about that offer. He did just say to himself he never wanted to cry. She knew she needed to add something to sweeten the deal. "In other words, stick with me, and nothing will hurt you. You'll always be safe. You'll always be strong." He kept thinking about the deal. Strength? Hell, maybe he could even teach that flower a lesson.

Kill or be killed.

She still didn't receive an answer, and it was agitating her. "Well?" she asked impatiently, holding out her hand. He also held out his hand, and tried his best to make a handshake with something he couldn't touch.

After the awkward handshake, her eyes glowed red with a passion. "Good boy."


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