A/N alrighty then. How was my first chapter of the new story? I hope it was good enough for you guys and gals to stick around for the long haul. Also, just a side note, frisk will be aware of all her past resets, so don't be confused when she refrences things like the genocide rout and whatnot. Enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter 1: Welcome to the underground

Frisk awoke in an all-too-familar patch of flowers. The landing was never pretty and the impact to her hesd usually knocked a few memories loose from her skull. She smacked the side of her head twice as if that would clear out her mental cobwebs.

"Whelp. there goes first grade cursive... meh. I'll remember it here in a little while." She said as she stood up. True enough, her memories did come back, but for some strange reason, there was always a small detail she thinks she forgot during every single run, but she could never figure it out. But she shrugged and justified that if it were important. But just as soon as she stood up, she flopped back down amd started to sniffle. She curled up and vowed never to leave from this spot ever again in her life. The reason for this dispare, was a litgle word called "genocide" She had the unfortunate ability to remember her past runs and as such, remember when she systematicly slaughter everyone in the underground. And then... Chara... Chara had taken over her life and tormented her with every other run she had ever done. Always haunting her, following her. She figured out a way to reset without losing her SOUL, but chara was still able to follow her. This is why she was lying there, for if she never moved, then the underground would not have to suffer through her and live in relative peace. Unfortunatly for her, she was jam-packed with something called... DETERMINATION!

"No..." She said to herself, sitting up. "No! NO! Not this time Chara! This time, I'm taking my life back! I'm getting out of here, freeing the monsters, and never looking back!" She stood with renewed vigor and eyed the entrance to the underground. As the 9 year old stompped her way to the entrance, she was halted by a very specific flower. But as soon as she saw Flowey, she knew that something was very, very wrong. Flowey looked almost exactly has he normally did, except for one thing, his head. His eyes were most notable, for it looked like a human skull that had a break going down one eye and up the other. And his grin... The freaky grin of a broken mask.

"Ah... The idiot... Welcome to the underground." The flower said, but this was not his normal voice. No, it was distorted and tainted beyond all recognition.

"...F-flowey?" Frisk asked. The Flower laughed at her in responce.

"Listen well, child. The underground is not as it seems. Do yourself a favor and off yourself for me. It'll save me the trouble of killing you later, even if you manage to defeat me now." Frisk was confused.

"Wha...? I don't understand-" Her sentence was cut off by a pellet that nearly took her head off. She yipped in surprise and instantly made a run for it.

"You can't escape me child. I am... Everywhere!" The child just kept running from the stationary enemy and wondered where the heck Toriel was. She normally showed up by now but alas, she was nowhere to be found. She ran as far as she could until her young legs got tired. She bend over and supported herself on her knees as she looked back to see if Flowey had followed her. He had not. She sighed in relief as she took note of her surroundings. She smiled as the memory of the answers came to her, not that they were too hard to do on her first try. She looked around one last time in search of either Flowey or Toriel, but she saw neither. So, with a heavy sigh of confusion and fatigue, she pushed into the puzzles of the ruins.

Later

Frisk made short work of the puzzles, they never stood a chance. And the monsters who confrunted her? Well, she showed them so much mercy they fell over in amazment. She smiled at how easily she can push through after so much practice. Heck, she was already at Toriel's house! But still... there was no Toriel. And no Pie smell in the air either. She looked at the door to the house, which was never locked, as she guessed, and moved inside. She searched high and low of the building but found neither hide nor hair of her furry friend. This puzzled frisk for the longest time. This was entirly new to her. Normally she'd be stuffing herself with cinnimon/butterscotch pie. She giggled.

"Cinnabutt pie." Her childish nick-name made her smile as she continued looking. She searched the kitchen, Toriel's room, even the kids room. She was kinda sad after seeing the kids room. Asriel and Chara had slept there once... in happier times. She pushed the thoughts away, as she had a mission to do. Finally, after making sure Toriel was nowhere to be found, she headed off into the basement. At first, she smiled because she thought that no Toriel would mean no Toriel fight, but as she approached the massive door that led her to the snowey regions, she saw the silhouette of a large, furry, feminine figure. She smiled and rushed to the figure but stopped dead on her heels once she got close.

"Ah... hello my child... ready to die?" Frisk felt the pit in her stomach drop.