A/N: Ok. So, I've kind of got my own Undertale AU and I just felt like writing it out. A little nervous to see how you guys will like it, but I guess it's worth a shot!
Spoiler Warning!: Don't know if I should put this in here but just to be safe. Spoilers for both Pacifist and Genocide runs.
Disclaimer: Undertale and all its characters belong to Toby Fox! I only own the AU and this fic! Ps: Frisk is male in this au. Deal with.
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The first thing to hit Frisks' senses was the sweet scent of flowers, then a slight tickle on the tip of his nose.
He wriggled it and slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes slowly adjusted as the scene before him became clearer. What was originally a blob of yellow had formed into a patch of yellow flowers.
He slowly adjusted himself into an upright position on his knees, realising he had been lying in the flower patch.
Frisk rubbed his eyes groggily; he felt as if he had been sleeping for ages but he knew he hadn't gone to sleep.
He had fallen.
He had been searching. Searching for someone, but he couldn't remember who.
He remembered climbing out of his bedroom window, sneaking out into the night while his 'parents' slept.
Frisk cringed as he thought of that.
Parents.
He didn't like to call them that, they weren't his real parents anyways, but it felt a little more appropriate than calling them by their names. But, they were only foster parents after all.
That was off the topic though, he couldn't think of that right now. He had to focus.
He continued to recall his slowly returning memories.
He had sneaked out to Mt. Ebott. He remembered that the person he had been searching for had disappeared there when he was younger. If only he could remember who. It had to be someone whom he was close to, or why else would he have gone to such extremes?
The last thing he remembered was tripping. Tripping on . . . something. A rock, vine, twig, who knows! Then, the next thing he knew, he was falling down a seemingly endless hole, winding up where he sat right now.
Frisk looked up above him.
Nothing but a dark cavern above him. Surely he would've seen sunlight? Or, had he really fallen that deep down? But, wouldn't that have been fatal? Maybe the flowers broke his fall somehow?
Frisk shook his head. He was getting a headache trying to figure out how he even survived. Right now, he probably needed to focus more on where he was.
Frisk rose to his feet and surveyed the room he was in.
He spotted a hallway of sorts after searching the room and decided to head down it. It was his only option to finding an exit anyways, unless he felt like climbing all the way back up. Needless to say, he didn't feel like climbing.
He soon found a door and entered into another room.
A patch of light shone down on a little grassy patch up ahead.
But, as he approached it, a yellow flower with a face popped out of the ground.
Frisk yelped and jumped back out of fright and surprise and stared at the flower.
He didn't know flowers could have a face, he didn't even think they could emote. But this seemingly sentient flower was smiling back at him with a gleeful expression.
"Howdy!" It began. It's voice was unnaturally high-pitched.
Now it could speak?! What was going on?
"I'm Flowey." It introduced itself. "Flowey the Flower! Hmm . . . ." Flowey seemed to look Frisk up and down with a suspicious expression.
He then returned to his normal smile as he began his next sentence.
"You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?"
Frisk only nodded in reply. He was too shocked to speak.
Flowey giggled.
"Golly, you must be so confused! Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready?"
Frisks eyes widened. Ready? For what?
"Here we go! Now, see that heart?" Flowey said as he attempted to point at Frisks chest with one of his leaves.
Frisk gasped as he looked down to see a heart over his chest glowing a bright red.
"That is your Soul. The very culmination of your being!"
His soul? That little heart was his entire soul?
"Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV."
Frisk furrowed his brows at this and asked, "What does LV stand for?"
Flowey seemed to beam even more from this.
"What's LV stand for? Why, Love, of course! You want some love, don't you?"
Frisk didn't know how to answer that. How would he gain love anyways?
"Don't worry," Flowey began again. "I'll share some with you!"
Flowey winked, then, suddenly, little white . . . orb things(?) surrounded him in a half circle.
"Down here, love is shared through little white 'friendliness pellets'. Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!"
The pellets were then thrown at him. Frisks eyes widened, panicking, as he was not used to such a thing, and dodged the pellets.
Floweys expression seemed to dapper, eyes slanting, annoyed.
"Hey buddy, you missed them. Let's try again, okay?"
Floweys smile returned as another round of pellets was thrown towards him again.
Frisk dodged again, not trusting the flower and his differing behaviour.
Flowey frowned.
"Is this a joke?" It said, seemingly angered, voice rising to a shout. "Are you braindead? RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS! I-I mean 'friendliness pellets'!"
Another round of the pellets was thrown at Frisk, but he dodged them again, fear rising up in him.
Had it said bullets? But, that meant they would hurt. But, it said that's how love was shared. So, what did the flower really mean?
Frisk decdied to go with his gut instinct and assume they were dangerous.
As the bullets passed Frisk, Floweys face had morphed into a demonic smile with white glowing pupils in his eyes.
"You know what's going on here, don't you? You just wanted to see me suffer."
Frisk felt his body begin to shake. He was scared.
What? What was Flowey talking about? He was just trying to stay safe, he hadn't meant to agitate him! And he had no idea what was going on!
Frisk opened his mouth to protest against Floweys statement until a circle of the white bullets formed around him.
"DIE."
Flowey then began to laugh manically as the bullets began to enclose around Frisk.
Frisk felt his heart begin to race, hands grabbing at his sweater, breath speeding up becoming short. He could only stare at the bullets, his body seemingly freezing up as they creeped closer and closer to him.
He wasn't only scared of his up and coming death, but he hated that they were so close. Too close. He hated such tiny spaces where he couldn't move. Oh why did it have to end like this? Why with his worst fear!
Suddenly, a scene flashed before his eyes.
He felt like he had seen it before, the same fear he felt now, the same panic. Bones surrounded him, caging him in a small box, unable to move.
But, as soon as he had seen it, the scene was gone, like a moment of déjà vù. But, it bothered him for a moment. It felt stronger than that, almost as if it had actually happened. Like he really had been there.
The thought soon faded as his panic overwhelmed him.
The bullets were almost touching him. Flowey still cackling in the background.
Was he really going to die?
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A/N: :D Decided to leave you guys on not really a cliffhanger but who cares! Hope you guys enjoyed this! I'm open to any constructive criticism you guys got for me! I'll probably come back later and fix up any typos I find too so bye for now!