I do not own the Undertale franchise. All rights go to the original creators. This story will have spoilers from the video game.

Chapter 1: Rebirth

Those were the days. Autumn had done its deed, sprinkling the ground with colors of ruby red. Still, no light could shine itself on the ground, bringing life to them. Where did they come from? The trees were alive. Did they have roots? Maybe they stretched further than the barriers of this now-small world, reaching the sun. I can imagine their smiles as they finally reached the sky. But-would it still matter? Since they were still inside the dungeon they called their home? Maybe. Sometimes it is better to keep the universe the way it is instead of changing it. Accepting the good and the bad. I remember the time when I had morals, if only slightly, though that was buried deep inside. Everything is blurry in my mind. Thoughts. Do I have thoughts? Perhaps these are merely whispers of something that once existed, but I don't know anymore. There is something inside me. Maybe I-

I woke in a familiar place, lost and alone. I didn't know how I knew where I was. My head hurt slightly, but I was fine. I must move onward, I decided-discover what it was I had forgotten. The brightly colored flowers underneath me were beautiful against the dark backdropping of the cold, dark place I had found myself in. I felt, still, the flowers might not be as beautiful as they looked. In this place of despair, I somehow felt determination. Or perhaps, desperation. What did I have to do to get out of here? I did not know. What I did know-I'd been here before. I did not want to be here.

I got up and headed into a dark abyss. Walking turned into running. I panted, running my fingers against the wall, the only reminder that I wasn't lost in nothingness. Through a giant gate, I looked my eyes into an ever-looming darkness. A small light turned on above from the abyss. Underneath, a flower lay, wilting, as if in a deep slumber.

"Hello?" I said tentatively. It stretched up towards the sun, setting its beady eyes on me. I was taller, but he was truly taller than me, I thought. One look sent a shiver through my spine.

"Do you have anything better to do?" he said. I did not know what I should be doing, or why I did not find it strange to find a flower speaking. I twiddled my thumbs nervously, taking a deep breath. He switched topics. "Do you see your soul?" he asked. I looked inside my mind and found I could feel it. It was warm, but there was something equally cold there as well. I tried not to look too closely, a sudden fear surrounding me.

"Yes," I said. As I looked upon him he shone, seeming to grow as the light started to diminish.

"That is the culmination of your being. Down here, we send each other love to show our appreciation of others." I could feel his soul as it came into focus inside his being. I couldn't tell what kind of person he was-he was shielding himself. However, I somehow felt a strong urge to run away. As I felt his stare gaze into me, I jumped back instinctively as something came toward me, wiping the sweat on my hands onto my pants. I couldn't show fear in the face of the lion.

"You've been here before, haven't you…" he said threateningly. "Are you scared?" His look of pure evil seemed to attack me itself. I slowly backed away, though keeping my face straight and clenching my fists. "No matter. This is where our paths drift FAR apart." I could feel a dark power encompassing me. I turned around, starting to run, but I was somehow trapped, unable to move. As my vision started to falter, I wasn't sure if the pain was from him attacking my soul or the sick feeling growing deep inside myself. Would I die here? I was a meaningless existence with no memories, but I would like to remember someday. I closed my eyes.

A light of hope stemmed from the darkness, coiling from the darkness and filling me with light. I looked up, watching blurs move around. I was regaining my health, and breathed heavily.

Her presence approached. I knew instinctively the flower was gone. "Do not be afraid." I looked up into the caring eyes of a goat monster. I did not feel violence from her, only peace, despite her otherworldly appearance.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She helped me up, brushing dust from my shirt. "How cruel, hurting such an innocent creature." She sighed. "You can call me Toriel, or…mom, someday…maybe." She blushed. I felt warmth in my soul.

"Come with me," she said with a smile. "I'll bring you back to my home. There we can enjoy a snack, perhaps." I did feel hungry. And tired. Nothing else to do, I followed her. She took my hand and led me through the puzzles and the dangers. I felt safe when with her.

"I need to stop off at the shop on the way home. Could you wait here for me?" I nodded. "Since you'll be joining me for supper, do you want cinnamon or butterscotch?"

"Butterscotch." I said.

"Okay." Then she left. I waited for a while, but I could feel the eyes staring at me from the darkness. Their souls were restless, hungry. I travelled on, looking to find the way myself. I figured out the rules of the dungeon by myself with the knowledge of puzzle completing in my mind from Toriel's guidance, and felt determined by my abilities to conquer the obstacles laid before me. Maybe I could survive here.

I saw a house looming in front of me and bolted for the door, looking inside. My nose caught a waft of butterscotch pie, and I headed towards it. "Oh, you're here!" The goat rushed towards me from the kitchen, wearing an apron. "Sorry, I lost track of the time. Do you want some pie?" she asked. I nodded gratefully.

As I was handed the piece, I took a bite, the flavors reaching to the depths of my soul. The room felt a few shades brighter, and I smiled. She returned the gesture.

"You should go to bed, you've had a long day. Tomorrow we can hunt snails together." She led me towards a hallway, where I saw into a cute, pink room. "This is yours now. The others-" Her voice cut out. "Ahem…anyways, have a good night sleep." She patted me on the head, and I stood looking after her as she turned around. When she walked away I couldn't hear anything, her footsteps light as a cloud.

I sat on the bed, feeling the soft blankets under my palms. The sheets were fleshly washed and smelled like vanilla. The room was filled with toys for someone much younger than me. How nice it would be, to grow up with such wonderful things, and a nice mom. I did not know if I even had grown up, or if I had simply fazed into existence. However, it was certainly not the latter-right? The biggest questions rung in my mind, reaching my soul. Would I be able to stay here? But did I really want to? When the wind circulated through the room by the window like how my thoughts overwhelmed me, something else flew in with it.

"Do you think you deserve this?" I looked over at the windowsill and saw a flower, a different flower. It looked familiar, like something within a dream. "Do you even know what you have done to her?" My eyes opened wide as I stared at it, grabbing my pillow and pulling it to my chest as if to obstruct myself from it.

"Who are you?" I whispered, jumping up and moving back towards the door.

"Rather-who are YOU." It started laughing as only a serial killer would. Catching its breath, it said "You will find out all in due time. If you survive, that is." With a cackle, it disappeared into the late-night breeze.

This is possibly the most amazing video game I have ever seen, story wise. I had a story idea, and couldn't help but try it out. Please comment if you have the time to do so. Thanks, and stay determined!

-Rin