You sit on the edge of the pit, curiously gazing down at what was below. You had climbed Mt. Ebott tediously, and your strength was drawn from your feeble body as you tryed to lean in and get a better look. Your parents - before their deaths in a horrific car accident - had told you stories of hideous creatures sealed away, but you had simply deemed it scary story they would tell you so that you would go off onto your own whim and leave them alone. You had loved them, you really did, but you had understood when they needed their own time alone away from your needs and begs for toys and candy, like every other typical child.

However, it is several years later, and behind you stand the orphanage bullies. You had no known relatives who would take you in, give you some glimmer of hope, but no, you had no one who wanted you and you were shipped right off to the orphanage years back when you were young and small. But no one wanted the traumatized, selectively mute little girl. This..well, it just gave more things for the bullies behind you to use as their weapons, taunting you and daring you, and you had no way to refuse, unwilling to break your silence just for some stupid bullies. So, you did every dare they told you to do, and consistently came out on top, with several failures beneath your belt. However, you remain DETERMINED.

Even as you feel a boot kick you down into the seemingly endless hole below.

I must have looked so peaceful, having moved from my position of sprawled.. into something reminiscent of the fetal position, comfortable on the bed of golden flowers below me. However, I was woken from my comfortable rest at the sound of laughter from above. Looking up, the three bullies towered high above me, faces small and indiscernable. My hands balled into fists, but I signed to them 'Get help!' However, they merely snickered and turned away, leaving me alone in the light, dust particles shining and dancing around me as I sighed deeply, letting my hands fall.

"Howdy!"

I whipped around, my gaze meeting that of a yellow flower, a clone of the onces being crushed beneath my boots. Jumping back, I raise my arms in defense that I did not have, my loose blue and purple sleeves being drawn down my delicate arms. It was so baggy and thin, worn with wear from several before me, as they had all left it behind when they left the orphanage, adopted. But now it was mine. I don't think it will ever go back, and neither will my brown hiking boots, white socks, and shorts. I'm glad the lady who ran the place wouldn't dare to rescue me, or I would get a mouthful. Drawn from my thoughts as I heard the shifting of leaves, I simply gawked for a moment. There was a talking flower in front of me.

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" the talking flower announced, voice sweet and kind.

Offering up a measely smile, I let my hands fall a little. It was just a little flower, and it was being so nice to introduce itself! They smiled back, but fear caused it to disperse as I brought my hands up once again.

"Why'd you make me introduce myself?" he questioned, shifting his petals.

I did nothing in response, so he simply continued.

"Someone outta teach you some proper manners. I guess little old me will have to do."

My face scrunched into a frown. That was quite rude, and he had seemed so nice in the beginning. However, she quickly wiped the frown away and replaced it with her normal, neutral face, gazing curiously at the flower..thing in front of me. What? Teach me manners? I already knew my manners, even if some memory was dull since..well, there were no manners in the orphanage back..above. She would never call it home.

"Ready? Here we go!" he announced, and I was thrown into something I had never once seen before. The world around the two of us was rather dark, and there were..my stats (like from a game? Weird) in front of me.

Then Flowey began talking. "See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being! Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you can gain a lot of LV. What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?" I gave a meek nod, unsure and cautious.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through . . . Little white . . . "friendliness pellets." I gave a questioning look, but remained still as I stared at the glowing, oval-ish orbs radiating and spinning above Flowey's..head? Petals?

"Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!" he announced, and I did exactly as I was told as the pellets came twirling at me, a bit slower than expected. I ran to the edge of the white square boxing me in, eagerly awaiting the slow arrival of aforementioned "friendliness pellets." As one was in my reach, I reached out a delicated hand and le the tip of my finger lightly brush it.

Pain coursed through me, as if I was electrified, and I fell to my knees, seeing that my HP had dropped from 20 to 1 so quickly. I looked up, and Flowey's happy smile had..changed, into something..demonic. A hideous grin with shark's teeth, large and gleaming. How did flowers have teeth? Well. I was in a fabled place, so maybe here flowers like Flowey had teeth, but that was not the point.

"You idiot." His voice has changed. It matches his appearance, dark and resonating as if several other deep and gravelly voices spoke in unison to form his voice. Welp, that went from zero to a hundred really quick. "In this world, it's kill or BE killed. Why would ANYONE pass up an opportunity like this!?"

I stumbled back to the my side, watching as he sealed his teeth away, but still grinned devilishly. "Die." His voice was so cold, and around me a ring of those white, hurtful orbs closed in, slow. Anticipation buzzed through my system, and my heart pounded in my head as I awaited death. I could hear his hideous laughter through my rapidfire thoughts. However, a sharp sound resonated, and I looked up to see the "friendliness pellets" gone, HP fully restored

Staring at Flowey, I was curious. What was going on? Then, a fireball flickered into existence, flying at the flower and sending him flying, out of my sight into the darkness I dare not explore, giving a squeak in surprise. Then, a tall creature with pearl-white fur and goat-like facial features crossed into my line of vision, taking the place of Flowey. She stood in front of me, dressed in pale purple robes with a white insignia on the front, on I did not recognize.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RUINS. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. you are the first human to come down here in a long time. Come! I will guide you through the catacombs. This way." Her voice was soft, motherly, and I couldn't help but know it was the truth. No one could fake that, not unless they were..really, really good at it.

Comforted and feeling safe in her presence, I followed. The shadows unnerved me, and I shook, if only slightly. My hands were trembling, I could feel them, and I dare not fall behind.. But at the back of my mind, something was emerging that I had never known. Their presence was one I immediately pushed away, already scared beyond my wits as I literally "shook within my boots." But still I continued on, renewed and refueled with DETERMINATION.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: wow! you actually read the whole chapter, now did you? well, thanks, it's greatly appreciated that you even glanced at the little story of mine. i really hope you like it, and know there will be a timeskip to right before toriel and the whole 'imma gonna destroy the door' thing, to save me the immediate boredom of having to tediously revisit the game again and again.