Apparently, only monsters spoke straight english. I guess this is why the character never really speaks- the local language had just enough latin roots to understand, but not really to speak, especially as I did. I would have been a greater amount proud of myself for figuring that out, but I still had to avoid Flowey's attack.
I jumped back and the pellets hit the floor in front of me. I didn't dare try and attack him- I didn't know if I could gain ExP like this, or even if the rules from the game would apply in real life, but I wouldn't risk it. I ran from the room, bullets flying after me. Some hit my leg as I ran through the doorway, and I skidded. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. My back and hind leg hurt too much to move, and I felt a sense of dread crawl over me. I wasn't even sure Toriel would appear- however vague the game was about it, the date was wrong for her to be there for sure.
I crouched, waiting for death.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes- apparently, I slid far enough from the impact where the entrance was behind me and I was too far away to shoot.
"Here, Kitty Kitty…" Even if I wasn't injured, there was no way I was going back out there. Flowey's voice took a darker tone, "fine. It's not like I can't find you later. And when I do… well, I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out." There was the sound of dirt shifting, and I was sure he was gone.
I still couldn't get up. My leg still felt like it was on fire when I tried to move it. As a cat, I needed more sleep, and I was going nowhere. I tried to relax, and fell asleep. Hopefully, that would get my health up.
I woke up to swaying and sneezing.
Someone had picked me up and was now carrying me in their arms. I shifted my leg- it didn't hurt anymore- and I looked up.
There was a white muzzle hanging over my head- probably Toriel. I was pressed against the purple fabric from her tunic, which created a sort of basket for me. I was held in such a way that would probably be uncomfortable for her, and I wondered why- until I heard her sneeze.
Goat mom was apparently allergic to cats. Feeling me shift, she looked down and smiled, despite having puffy eyes and a runny nose. Her fangs were poking out of her mouth, and her eyes were a deep red. "Hello Little One," she murmured, "did you have a nice catnap?" Her grin widened. Then she sneezed again. On me. Eww.
I wriggled out of her grasp. If she was allergic, I wanted to leave the least amount of hair on her as possible. I fell to the floor, but started to follow her- as a cat, I would have little leeway to complete the puzzles that were all over the ruins. Fortunately, we were in the last hallway- I could even see past to the veranda that pointed to New Home.
"Do come by some time, Little One. Even if I cannot touch you, it is good to have some company." Toriel walked off in the direction of her home, and I moved over to the veranda.
The first time I had played Undertale, the game had felt small. The second time, when I had reluctantly reset about a month later, it felt long and tedious, repeating the same actions even if I had found some new things. Now, looking at New Home, it felt larger than life- instead of a purple, dark background, it seemed everything popped. Granted, it was still mostly dark, but now it had splashes of color, and movement. Blues, reds, and purples were the colors that stood out the most, and it was so far away I could only barely see the monsters that lived there as colored specks. It only served to make my next move more real for me.
In the shadow of the wall there was a toy knife. Canonically, the player would probably find it trying to get to Toriel. It wasn't really hidden- I don't know how Toriel hadn't noticed it by now, but that was hardly the point. I stalked over to it, and picked it up in my mouth. This would hopefully end some horrible choice before it could even be made.
Grunting, I tossed it over the safety railing. I heard it clatter on the ground far below, and I turned away satisfied. Then I saw something like a white haze on the edge of my vision.
My eyes locked onto the white, and I saw Napstablook. He was staring me, with a surprised expression on his face. He had been watching the entire time. My eyes locked on to his, and I shook my head no. Hopefully, he would understand I didn't want anyone to know about this.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry…" he stuttered, "I didn't want to bother you. I'll just… I'll just go, okay? I won't say anything..." He faded away, and I turned back into the ruins. I kind of felt bad, but I didn't want anyone to know about me. At least, not yet- not until the final human comes through and breaks the barrier. I didn't know if my soul could be used, but I didn't want to find out.
I passed the tree with the red leaves and made my way to the entrance of the house. I looked to the right- despite there being a save point right there in the game, there was nothing to indicate it as far as I could see. Did I just not have the determination? Or did I not even have a soul to wield it? I shook my head to clear my thoughts- either I would find out later, or I wouldn't. No sense dwelling on it.
I entered the house, and suddenly everything smelled like baked goods. The house was warmer than the rest of the ruins, despite the front door being wide open. I could hear Toriel in the shower, probably trying to get as much of me off of her as possible.
I wandered over to the top of the stairs, thinking. I needed to get out of the Ruins. Even though I wasn't hungry yet, I doubted Toriel had the supplies to feed me, and the Ruins weren't exactly filled with things I could hunt. Hell, Toriel was allergic- my continued stay would only make things worse for her. I needed to leave, preferably before she got out of the shower and stopped me somehow.
Nodding, I started my descent into the cold, dark basement, and hoped I wouldn't be caught.
A/N:I've been working nonstop on this fic once I started it. I should have been working on my homework, but I didn't. I am glad, however, that it has been received rather positively. This is only the second fic I've written, the first is on FIMfiction with an account under the same name. Someone said they were concerned about the timeline, so I'm going to show you what I think happened timewise.
Late 1990's- Chara falls, and the Dreemur family adopts them. Chara dies, and the Underground becomes more serious about escaping.
2000's- six other people fall into the underground for various reasons. Their souls are collected, and no one comes back out.
2009- Fic start. Little One(the only name she has- for now) is born, and late into the year she chases the rabbit into the underground.
201X- Frisk falls into the Underground.
I hope this clears up some things.
