A/N - I'm shocked and excited for all the attention my story has been given! It fills me with determination to keep writing! I adore all the review written as well, thank you everyone! I know these first few chapters are a little on the shorter side. I do plan on writing longers ones here soon once I get deeper into the meat of the story.
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As Frisk pushed themselves off the mass of flowers, they came to a simple conclusion. Being a skeleton was weird. They could feel the cloth of their sweater rubbing against bones, giving them on odd itch that made Frisk twitch all over. It slowly faded away as Frisk grabbed up the stick that had fallen with them, another odd twitch happening at the texture of the bark. It was as if the bones didn't know how to react to the new feelings. It gave the feeling that the body was a newborn. Experiencing everything for the first time and not knowing how to react until they played around more. The thought had Frisk moving a little faster. They wanted to know how snow would feel in hands that wouldn't melt it away or how mom's pie would taste.
It was in this state of wonder that Frisk moved along into the new room, almost missing the flower that was there waiting for them as they tried to figure out eating a meal. Could they even eat a meal? Frisk had seen Sans and Papyrus eat all sorts of things but the used to be human never figured out how it worked, or if that same process would apply here. Maybe they could try and eat a slice of pie when Toriel wasn't about and watch to see what would happen. How horrid would it be for the pie to just fall right out of their shir-
"IS THAT SKULL OF YOURS EMPTY?!"
Frisk jerked back, coming back to the here and now as they looked down, having almost stepped on an irate looking golden flower. The skeleton's bones rattled from the shock, taking a few steps back to calm down and get a better look at Flowey. Said flower was huffing, bouncing back and forth in his spot as he rattled on quickly, saying words too fast and too quiet for Frisk to catch up on them. They just stood there, watching the flower till he calmed down and gave them a forced smile.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower!" Frisk watched as he seemed to study the new skeleton. "I get the feeling you already know that though. Funny right? I was pretty sure a human had just fallen down here. Did you see a human back there?" Frisk paused, as if to think about it. They pointed back from where they had come from before shaking their head slowly. It wasn't a lie either. They truly hadn't seen a human back there. Well...a dead one, for a brief moment, but Frisk didn't really feel like thinking about that at the moment, nor did it really count.
"How very odd." Attention focused back onto Flowey, watching him warily. This flower had been a right pain in the rear for more than a few life times and Frisk could never really tell what he was planning on doing. It was even more so the case now. Because he had to have known who they were, or at least had an idea about it. But he seemed nervous at the thought of attacking. As if something was putting him off about the odd skeleton that appeared out of thin air. With a small jolt Frisk remembered something about Flowey, something about not liking Sans. The knoweledge had been tucked away, in a deep part of their mind they didn't like to think about. Did they look or feel enough like Sans that the flower didn't want to attack them? That would be rather nice if it was the case. "Maybe I should just give you some...friendliness pellets...to show you how things are done down here."
Before Frisk could even comprehend the flower's words they found themselves in a familiar dark box, with a...purple eye? The skeleton studied the area carefully to get a better idea of the box before noticing that the 'eye' was the same shapes as the green eye used to attack monsters. It was a timeline Frisk tried not to think about but the similarities from the green to the purple were much too high to ignore and all monsters had the same green eye to attack. So why did they have a purple eye? Maybe because Frisk was not quite monster? The thoughts running around Frisk's head was giving them a headache. It was too much, too soon. Sleep was the one thing that they really wanted right about now but wouldn't get unless Toriel felt kind enough to take them in still. Or they could sleep with Nabstablook on the leafs. That would be quite lovely as well.
"What the hell is this?" Frisk looked away from the purple, watching as Flowey looked at the 'eye' with the same confusion. A smile tugged at the corners of their jaw but Frisk held it down, just happy that they were not the only ones confused. "This is interesting...very interesting...Maybe I'll be keeping a close eye on you." The flower gave a wicked grin and disappeared into the ground with an evil laugh.
Frisk felt chills run down their spine, causing a soft rattle to be heard. That wasn't good. That wasn't good at all. Had they been able to tell that Frisk had once been a human? They still had a soul, one that could very well be taken for all the once-human knew. It finally registered in their head what the flower had said before starting the combat. 'show you how things are done down here.' The, down here, part implying that they had once been above, and only humans came from above. This...was not good at all.
That is how Toriel came to find them, a small skeleton with clothes too big for their body that hung off it oddly, rattling away from a fear that the older goat couldn't even imagine.
"Hello my child. There is no need to fear. The ruins are a very safe place to be, though I know not how you came to be inside of them." The soft voice of Toriel did more for Frisk that they had thought possible. Calming and reassuring. This was mom after all, or who used to be mom at one point in time. The skeleton had been close to running and giving the older lady a hug but kept still. They needed to play this out properly after all and if Toriel knew that a child had no place to go she would try and take care of them. It was just in her nature to do so. Frisk took a step back, watching the ruin's keeper with as much confusion as the tiny skeleton could muster, and right now that was quite a lot.
"Please do not fear child." Toriel knelt down, giving the skeleton a small smile. "Why don't you come to my home? We can figure out where you came from and how to get you back. Would you be okay with that?"
Tears streamed down from the sockets of their eyes, the purple liquid splashing against the grass and flowers of the ruin. The idea was beyond lovely. They wanted to sleep for days and they wanted Sans. He was probably the only person that could truely help them out. Help them figure out the blank spot in their memory from before the fall, why they had been falling in the first place, the purple eye and the ideas of an evil flower, and why they had died. They had died...oh god they had died for real. All the overwhelming things that had happened crushed down upon the tiny skeleton. The last few minutes had been so busy they hadn't had time to properly take everything in and as they fell to the ground, more tears flew out from their eyes. "P-please."