WELCOME MY FRIENDS TO THE FIRST PART OF MY NEW SERIES I AM CALLING 'HORRORS OF BEING A PACIFIST' - DEPICTING HOW EVEN WITHOUT THE NEUTRAL OR THE GENOCIDE ROUTE, FRISK'S A TRAUMATIZED LITTLE KID.
... I LOVE TORTURING MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS, HUH?
ENJOY ^^
edit: added lines and decided that frisk is confusing enough as it is and placed their sentences in the usual "". if you preferred the original way, tell me and i'll consider it, okay? ^^
In Honor of the Late Innocence
Surprisingly, their first death was by far one of the least violent ways they had perished throughout their journey across the Underground. And that says a lot since that death had occurred by bullets.
Well, maybe it felt less violent since it was over pretty quickly.
It all started with them passing through the purple gate into darkness. The only lit place is the mound with a lone golden flower standing straight and smiling childishly at them.
*Smiling at them.
*Yes, you have read correctly.
Huh... what a weird thought...
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey, the flower!"
*Yep, just a strange and a slightly creepy golden flower with a smiley as a face. It almost looks like an animated child's drawing.
*Yuck.
Okay, now they're really confused. Was that really their thought now? They don't think that they should be thinking of such insults... though their thought did have a point.
The flower was a bit odd. But… him... it (?) seemed friendly enough and they were not doing so well with the pain of falling several tenths of feet (or how far that fall really was. Their eyes begun to swirl when they had tried to calculate the length. They didn't get to those numbers yet so maybe it's best not to linger too long in that thought) and the blood coating the scratches on their face, side and the thankfully not broken arm. Their ears were still ringing and their thoughts still a bit fuzzy so maybe they were just imagining things?
Yea, they should just roll with it.
They stared at the strange creature as it rumbled about the 'underground', not truly paying attention until they felt something warm being yanked out of their chest and they stumbled back, clutching their shirt with a startle.
*Wow, that felt weird.
For once, they agreed.
"Don't worry," Flowey said cheerily, (*eerily so. I mean, look at its eyes! They are way too eager!) "This is your SOUL, the very culmination of your body."
They blinked and stared at the new glowing deep ruby red orb that appeared before them, watching as it quickly formed an cartoonish heart that pulsated with life and light, drawing their eyes to it and capturing their attention.
It was mesmerizing.
Flowey smiled happily. "Well? Try moving it."
They nodded and reached for the heart, giggling when it shot forward. They played with it, feeling giddiness growing in their chest that pushed away the pain. They laughed, skipping and twirling around the flower, who looked confusedly at them, growing more and more agitated the longer they played.
"Uh… can you stop that!?" Finally, the flower screeched in frustration and they skidded into a stop, their SOUL coming to rest in front of their chest, flashing almost sheepishly. When they had finally settled down, the flower coughed awkwardly and smiled. "You really are excited, huh? Do you want a way that will make your SOUL stronger and happier?"
They nodded excitedly, all earlier strange thoughts about the flower flying out of the window… well, hole in the ceiling. "Well, you just need to gather LV. Oh, and it stands for LOVE if you were wondering. You want some?" It winked playfully, making them laugh.
"Well then, so here are some 'friendliness pellets'," White seeds appeared around Flowey, twinkling happily. "Gather some with your SOUL. It will make us friends faster."
They grinned and sent out their heart, excited for the promise of a new friend.
A voice foreign to Flowey yet familiar shrieked in terror just as their SOUL touched a pellet.
*NO! DON'T TOUCH—
Pain exploded in their body and just before darkness enveloped them, they saw Flowey's smiley transform into a nightmarish grin and demonic laughter echoed in their ears as they faded away.
"It's kill or be killed…"
They woke up with a start back in the bed of flowers. Confused, they sat back up and scanned their surrounding, noting how it was the exact same copy from their dream.
As they were scanning the cave-like place, they felt a throb begin in their chest. Baffled, they quickly raised their blue with purple stripes sweater to find a pink indent over the middle of their chest. Surprised, they touched the mark, jolting when an image popped into their head.
Petals tore through their heart-shaped SOUL, leaving the heart to shudder and crack.
They immediately pulled the sweater down self-consciously. That was certainly a strange dream.
Shrugging it off as a nightmare, they inspected their arm, finding no blood or injury, further strengthening their case of the strange encounter as a dream.
*Actually, it wasn't.
*Gee, had you tried opening your eyes? No wonder you think it's a dream.
They jolted and spun around to see a figure with a translucent outline stare at them with folded arms. The figure was a human with brownish amber chin-length hair cut straight, brown eyes that had strange red pupils and sickly pale skin with red cheeks. The human wore a green vest with a yellow stripe over the chest and a black button-up shirt, the collar peaking from the sweater and dark shorts.
They blinked at the surprise encounter and smiled in greeting, waving politely. "Hi there, stranger."
They got an amused smirk and a cheeky tilt of the head as a reply.
*I am shocked you aren't screaming your head off by seeing a ghost.
A ghost? They looked lower, gasping when they saw that their new companion was floating, their legs turning more and more transparent the lower they looked, the feet completely unseen.
*Now that's the reaction I was looking for. The ghost laughed, approaching them and grabbing their cheeks, squeezing them. They squeaked and swatted the hands, holding gingerly their throbbing cheeks, attempting to glower at the ghost, expecting to hear laughter.
Yet, the ghost actually seemed awed.
*I can actually touch you. How does a small baby like you have enough Determination to make me so corporeal, not to mention even take the power of SAVE from that damned flower.
They huffed Indignantly, still holding their now bright red cheeks, only belatedly realizing what the ghost had said. "Don't call me small— Wait, that flower wasn't a dream?"
*Nope. Didn't you hear my 'Commentary'? Such a trusting baby. For a human, that is.
*How old are you anyways?
"I'm eight! So don't call me a baby!"
The ghost choked on their… ghostly breath for a moment before beginning to laugh, ignoring their protests. *E-eight?! No wonder you got cheated on! You're practically a newborn! You're not going to survive down here, kiddo.
They shut up, blinking at the specter, an idea curling into their brain.
They grinned a little too sweetly. "So does that mean that I have a new guide?"
That made the ghost stiffen and look at them with suspicion in their eyes.
*Me? A guide? They nodded. *Why?
"Because you look nice. Plus, you look like you know the place." And the ghost owes them for the insults, but said ghost didn't need to know that.
The other's perpetually red cheeks darkened, seeming to elect pondering over the idea for a while than comment on the 'nice' compliment.
A long while passed and they started shifting in their place, face pouting. Maybe their plan didn't work as well as they intended.
"You can just say that you don't want to..."
The ghost sighed and shrugged. *Sure. Why not? Not like I have anything better to do.
They perked up. "Really?"
The specter nodded, rolling eyes at their shift of mood.
"Thank you, Ghost!" They grinned, earlier anger forgotten, and threw their arms around the ghost, eliciting a shriek from their newly appointed guide. They laughed happily.
"I have a new friend now!"
Their companion grumbled and pried them away. *Yeah, yeah. Name's Chara, by the way. What's yours, wimpy?
"Frisk."
And this marks the end of the first installment of the scartale series of one-shots i have begun writing. hopefully you guys will like those stories.
please read and review so i could do better or be happy that people enjoy my writings ^^
p.s. for those who didn't understand.
*something written - is chara talking.