My OC curses a lot so if you don't like that, TRIGGER WARNING lol. This is SansxOC story~

Ya know you're low on life when you're running away from three homeless guys because you were begging for food in their territory.

Man, where's the love?

Can't they see I'm just an innocent and cute teenage girl who'd like to survive to see the next sunrise? Ugh, I wish I didn't have heavy legs, running up Mt. Ebott was a good idea though, those bastards couldn't run after me forever in here, they too believe in a silly legend within in.

Yeah right, monsters. Who're you gonna call? A fucking psychiatrist.

I wish I had slept last night, but I had to watch out for my sleeping area in case some asshole decided to invade my privacy, so I must've slept like two hours. . . in two days.

Luckily the adrenaline of not wanting to be caught by the violent and possibly rapists angrily after me was keeping me running like a bullet. There's no way they'd catch me, I can adequate myself in any environment. I am a lazy but determinate eighteen-year-old, and right now, I sure as hell knew that I'd rather eat horse-shit for breakfast and dinner than let any of them lice covered men heavily stomping after my poor, chubby, but cute self.

Where's my knight in shining armor? Do they forgot about the homeless damsels in distress? Because I know that we're always screeching in distress from experience.

Fuck a duck.

Why is there a huge-ass pit-hole blocking my path?! Ah shit, don't tell me they're actually gonna…

I look back and I could hear them getting closer. Shit, I know I'm smiling but… I could fight them but only one at the time, the other two dipshits would probably take advantage of my beating their friend's ass to catch me.

And touch me.

Hell-fucking-no.

I look back at the pit and shove my hands in my unzipped grey sweatshirt. Well, this is it. I guess this says much about me: I preferred death than being caught.

Hah!

Suck on my dick world, I'm out!

And so I jumped.

Wow, you know those realistic dreams where you seem to fall on a pt and you jump high as hell in your bed? This is the exact same feeling, but no bed for me. I haven't slept in a real bed in a year. For some weird reason, I didn't yell like Alice while I fell through the rabbit hole, but I sure as hell didn't fell in slow motion, it was fast and I could see the ground approaching my body in nanoseconds.

I decided to turn my back to the ground to not land on my face, if they ever find my body I—

THUD.

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"SHIT- FUCK! MY FUCKING FACE!" I yelled to no one. Why the hell was I gifted with cat-like reflexes? Of course that, instead of landing on my "paws" I landed on my face. Luckily I think nothing was broken, I could feel something soft tickling my cheeks. I sniffed it.

And I sneezed right after.

Pollen.

I groan as I pull my body into a crawling position, under me, there's golden-flowers. Beautiful golden flowers, that usually grew around the forest. But… how were they down here?

Fuck it, they probably saved my life. I love flowers! Grinning and looking up, I could see the three shadows of the homeless men staring down, I know that they couldn't see me because when I was up there, I couldn't see the end of this pit either.

Well… more like a cavern. Look at this place… kinda intimidating.

I brushed some petals out of my sweatshirt and sat cross-legged in the comfortable flowers.

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What a day. What the hell am I supposed to do now?!

Wait and die?

Explore and die?

Eat these flowers and die?

They do smell good.

My stomach growls adding the cliché of the moment, I slap it sternly and look around. Last thing I ate was a burger and that was fourteen hours ago. I shove my hand in my pocket and take out my pocketknife; sure I could craft something with this baby but… what? There are minerals, flowers and the dim sunlight. Hm… must be getting dark, well it was pretty late in the afternoon when my little race started so I knew I was going to camp here. It's not so bad actually, this flowers are the closest that I have for a bed, they're really soft.

I sighed and stood up, I arched my back a little since I was a bit sore but nothing like a good 'crack' from my spine to relief it. That felt nice. Now, I need to concentrate on finding an exit. The best way to do it is to explore around, maybe this was an entrance to a cavern that would lead me to the outside.

Like I always say to Lucy, gotta stay positive. Even if she's depressed and shit, she allowed me in. But I haven't seen her in two months so I wonder if she's really fine.

Well, not really the time to be thinking about my only friend in the world.

There was a way out. I found a path that continued through a small corridor, and to my damn surprised, a huge-ass door was like, open ahead of me and shit. The door covered the whole wall so it made me feel tinier than I already was. Chubby and short are good qualities for a girl in this modern days. Notice the fucks I give.

None.

Like what's beyond the door: nothing, nada, empty.

But it's pitch dark so I took a step inside with precaution, looking wary around me. Hm. Maybe this is the time to think if there's any wild animals that eat meat.

Neat.

It'd be a savage death.

"Howdy!"

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Who the fuck just—

"Down here, silly!" someone giggled.

I look down at the single golden-flower I didn't care to notice. But—oh. OH. OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! Check this MOTHERFUCKER out. HA! It was a face, a smiling face!

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" Imma go for a 'he' cuz his voice I pitchy but this damn talking-ass flower was definitely a male.

"Well, lay it on me Flowey. I'm in a state of mind where everything's believable."

"What'da ya mean?" he asked with a bit of a confused expression.

"You expect me to believe that I'm conversing with a talking flower? I must've hit my head back there." I pointed with my thumb to the door behind me.

He seemed to realize something, "Hm… You're new to the Underground, arent'cha?"

"I just fell like, five minutes ago." I shrugged.

God this is insane, a talking flower.

"Golly, you must be so confused…" he said happily, "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess lil' old me will have to do. Ready?"

"Uh? No wait—"

"Here we go!"

This flower-bitch did not just force me into a freaky-ass area. I glared at Flowey but despise his smile, I could see him staring at my chest. Is he… staring… at… my breas—Oi what the fuck is this red-heart doing here?

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING GLOWING ON MY CHEST?" I bursted out in panic, someone better calm my tits before I start to freak out.

Flowey the asshole seemed to be taken aback by my sudden yelling, but he recovered quickly, with the same happy smile on his face. "That's your soul, the very culminating of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but you can make it strong if you gain lot of LV!"

Well I wanted an explanation and I sure got one.

"What's LV?" I clicked my tongue in annoyance. Where the hell am I, really?

"Why, LOVE, of course!" he grinned.

"Of course," I parroted grimly, "Is "LOVE" a good thing or a bad thing?"

"You don't know what LOVE is?" Flowey tilted his head in confusion, then he showed a sad expression, "Have you ever experienced LOVE, sweetheart?"

"Do not call me that and whatever, I don't need LOVE. I'm good without it." I want to go away from this freaky little thing. He was acting nice but… you can never be too sure. Behind him, I could see another door, just like the one behind me.

"Aw c'mon! I'll share some with you!" he insisted in what is seemed a cute way.

"I said I don't want any of it, now if you excuse me—"

"IF YOU MOVE A MUSCLE I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND."

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I couldn't help to smirk at the small flower blocking my way. Fuck the happy smile, I think I was now seeing the real Flowey. An evil little shit he was, look at those hollow eyes, I could only see that expression in nightmares.

"Hah, now that's interesting. Tell me, you're just after my soul arent'cha?" I made sure to mock the words he used against me.

"THAT'S' RIGHT." he smirked in an ironic way. "I GUESS IT'S DIFFERENT BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT A KID."

"Damn straight asshole, I live on the streets. Up there, there are scumbags worse than you."

To my surprise, he started cackling in a sinister and unhuman way. Jesus tap-dancing Christ, what the hell dude?

"WORSER THAN ME? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?"

"A flower with acting skills." I deadpanned, trying to swallow the lump forming on my throat.

"Nope~ I'm Flowey and—" he paused, "What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Just admiring my friendliness pocketknife, and thinking about trimming. You?" I smiled at him in a mocking way, did he seriously thought I was unprepared? "I told you buddy, I live on the streets. I know how to FIGHT. So, how about you get the fuck out of my face before something terrible happens to a cute flower like ya?"

He showed fear and annoyance in his expression, and it wasn't creepy at all. Good.

"You…" he mumbled, "Ah geez, I guess older humans are stronger than brats."

I nodded proudly, "Now, go away or—"

I almost dropped my knife when white bullet thingy-s surrounded me in a small circle, it happened so fast that I forgot how to breathe. I look down at Flowey with a grim expression and the little shit is grinning cheerfully at me.

"You though you could intimidate me?" the bullets started to get closer, "Threaten me?"

The circle paused.

"DIE!" He screeched excitedly.

Oh shit—

I felt nothing.

Hm? What now? I looked at him and he seemed confused as well.

"Uh… performance issues?" I joked weakly, feeling my legs wobble a bit.

"Wha-?" before he could protest, he was shot away when a fire-ball hit him. Well then, bye, have a beautiful time you little fuck! I glared into the direction he unwillingly was shoved into, and then I slowly glanced at the figure approaching me with heavy steps.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such poor, innocent youth." Oh my God it's a talking and adorable goat. "Ah, do not be afraid my child," Oh my God her voice was literally honey I feel so warm a giddy—shit. "I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down." Well shit, ain't today my lucky day? "You are the first human to come here in a long time."

Oh… so… is there more humans around? A smoll pit of hope lit inside me.

"Come. I will guide you through the catacombs!" she announced, already turning her back at me.

"W-Whoa wait!" I called, pocketing my pocketknife in my jeans, "Where the hell am I lady? I need to leave this place…" I didn't mean to curse at her but it was automatic.

She seemed shocked at my words, then quickly sad, "I shall explain everything to you later, for now, it's not safe to be here. Please, follow me." she was able to give me a smile before walking ahead.

I cringed at my rudeness. Damn I'm so fucking weak sometimes.