If you should ever leave me; Though life will still go on, believe me

The world could show nothing to me; So what good would living do me?

God only knows what I'd be without you…

-The Beach Boys (God Only Knows)

. . .

Once upon a time, Monsters and Humans lived together in perfect harmony. At the core, however, the Humans slowly became fearful of the peaceful Monsters. The Humans became so driven by their fears that they declared war against the Monsters, demanding that they either go Underground or cease existing. The Monsters would not give up their freedom and fought for their lives when the Humans started to chase them out of their homes. War between the two races was a long, brutal catastrophe that ended in tears and shame. In the end, it was the Humans who prevailed over the Monsters, who were then cast Underground. The Humans then made sure the Monsters would never come above ground again by using the best magicians they had to create a barrier. Once in place, the barrier would never come down, unless one could gather the correct souls.

After this, the Humans rejoiced from their apparent liberation- however, Humans are fearful creatures bent on placing the blame on others, therefore it did not take long before they turned against their own magicians. The very magicians that had locked the Monster away, the very saviors of the paranoid Humans, were punished- the were burned, stabbed, and stoned, their families paid a price as well and were publicly shamed or mocked. Today, it is believed that no Human with magic in their veins exists. There is no magic in the Human world anymore because of this history of innocent bloodshed, we have lost our innocence to retain the beauty that comes with the possession of magic.

And yet…

No one lived in the Underground anymore. Sure, one or two monsters would come back to get something- or maybe a curious human would make their way down to study the lives of the monsters. It didn't matter who came down though, they were usually gone before three days either way. Flowey took it upon himself to ignore all of them. He could have teased them, killed them, pulled up another SAVE and spared them; but the appeal was no longer a wonder to him. It just didn't appeal.

Chara, meanwhile, was restless and annoyed. The spirit was nothing more than a shiver than your back; a random creak in a settling house that made your half-awake body refuse to sleep for another ten minutes. And it hated Flowey- it hated him to the highest ends of the world and back again. Unlike Flowey, who could directly manipulate the few and far between visitors of the Underground, Chara could do nothing but watch. The hole at the end of the Underground that a few humans had fallen down before was now covered, no humans to fall down and die so Chara could take control. Of course this was all Flowey's fault is some way or another, so the two remained at each other's throats.

When that one little human girl came to the entrance of the Underground and made her way through, neither of the entities thought anything of it. A day went by, and the child retraced many of the steps a certain other human made years ago. Two days, then three, and a nearly unheard of four days went by as the child carefully made her way to where the Underground ended. On the fifth day, Chara was curious about this persistent little soul and went to watch the girl in her pointless traveling. Flowey didn't care, and why should he? He had nothing to worry about until Chara decided to kill the human and take the child's body for their own. And what could Chara do when all previous attempts to do so only made the human in question leave the Underground faster than what should be possible?

As Flowey soon learned, this one was different.

Not that humans didn't come up different when Underground to begin with. The last one, it was called Frisk, could not talk directly to a monster. Instead, the soul that contained half of Chara gave invisible messages that only the target monster could hear in lieu of using their vocal cords or lips. The ability to communicate with such necessities were likely lost on that human any way- after a fall like they had, it was a miracle that they were to use their other functions.

But this human…

This human sure did like taking their sweet time with walking, that's for sure.

It was on day seven -after Chara didn't seem to have taunted the yellow flower since day five- that Flowey decided to get a look at the human himself. Working under the ground for the only movement left in the Underground, Flowey popped back up from under the earth to nearly the beginning of the ruins where the patch of yellow flowers had grown. With the hole above them covered, the flowers were slowly dying. Many haven't bloomed at this point, despite it being time for them all to look absolutely stunning this time of year. The girl sat with her knees held up to her chest as she looked up at the now filled in hole.

The heartless flower decided to get a closer look, and wormed his way over into the bed of flowers to disguise himself among them. A petite thing, to be sure, having dulled yellow hair that laid against her back with little ringlets at the end. She wore a white dress that was adorned with lace across the collar bone and down the upper arm before touched her elbow. The girl didn't wear any shoes, oddly enough, although it was not the thing that made Flowey feel so… different from being closer to her. Something was definitely different about this child- a certain air about her that was just… off. What was it?!

Chara could feel it, possibly even better than what Flowey could. It attracted the spirit with a great intrigue, and it set up an invisible barrier around the flower patch, locking all three of them in for the time being.

'I kNoW wHaT yOu ArE' Chara slithered in the child's ear. 'I kNoW wHaT yOu CaN dO, hOw It ChAnGeS eVeRyThInG… I'vE bEeN wAtChInG yOu… AnD i LiKe WhAt I sEe.'

The child did not move, she remained where she was, staring up at the top of the cavern like something interesting was going on that Chara and Flowey couldn't see.

What you can change, isn't always what you can see.

Unintentionally, Flowey jerked backward in surprise in hearing the thought-speak- it was almost as if it had directed toward him. Chara, too, dropped defenses at hearing it but the spirit quickly regained composure when the child moved to daintily cross her legs.

Let me go; if you know me so well, you'd know that it is not you that I want.

'WhO eLsE cOuLd Be HeRe? It Is JuSt YoU aNd I…'

The girl's body raised with a playful little scoff.

Are you sure about that?

In a moment that seemed like it was coming from a dream, the girl turned to look directly at Flowey. She stared at him for an uncomfortably long time with shockingly blue eyes that were as clear as crystal. Then, in a heart stopping moment, she smiled.