Chapter 1: The Entrance
Me: Heyo! So, ah, I'm writing this at,like, 10:00 at night, so pls don't kill me for any bad grammar! Also, I would like to clear some things up that you may question in the next few chapters:
My OC's soul is extremely rare and hasn't appeared since before the war between Humans and Monsters (You'll know why soon...)
When it says 'With *insert name/word* it mean their/it's point of view.
Ex: With Salya= Salya's view and thoughts.
With No one= no ones direct point of view, it includes everyone's thoughts and feelings and things like that. It's also in third person.
With ?= an unknown entity's or objects view.
Lastly, I would like to thank all my lovely reviewer's for their reviews! Also, shout out to Blue-blood wulf (Guest) for being my first Reviewer!
I love the support. And, uh... They were the only one to review on the story, while I got two in PM form and one in real life, so Don't get confused as to why it's being updated!
I'm also trying to get my self a writing schedule, 3 Chapters for TpoC and 2 for StT.
Anyways, let's get On with the chapter!
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Disclaimer: I only own the plot and OCs used in this story. All other characters whom I don't claim or state owner of; belongs to Undertale, which belong to the amazing Toby Fox!
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With Salya
I slowly opened my eyes as I gained consciousness and regretted it instantly. First off, I felt like I had gone to Tarturus, got beaten by the multitude of monsters there, than came back just to get beaten again by Satan. (Tarturus and it's monsters are from Greek Mythology)
Second, even in the dim light my eyes hurt to even be opened!
Lastly, WHERE THE HELL WAS I?!
After I composed myself, I decided to check my self for injuries. As I lightly grazed my left shoulder with one of my fingers, I winced in pain. Then, my mind began piecing together the clues it gained from physical contact and how much it had hurt, and the such. In the end, I had deduced it was dislocated. I sighed in relief for two reasons, One being that my shoulder wasn't broken, the other being that of my mother's weird power.
When I say power, I mean creepy intuition that let's her know exactly how bad a wound is by looking at and feeling one. That's the main reason she became a doctor; so she could help others with her power.
'I wish my dad gave me cool intuition powers about useful things... Or anything at all...' In all honesty, I didn't know my dad. He had died when I was born, but my mother never told me how; she had always become a sobbing mess whenever I asked, so I had given up.
I was pulled out of my thoughts as I moved my left leg; only to find it was sprained. But not severely, thank god.
I than began to travel over my body with my right hand; I found a multitude of small cuts and scratches, and the occasional bruise. I also found all my clothing was cut to shreds, but still wearable.
After about 30 min. I decided to try to get up and explore. As I raised my head, I saw a pillar crumbling near me and move to get to it. That's when I realized I had landed on a bed of Golden Flowers, only noticed because of the crinkling sound they made as I moved off them.
As I found my center of balance, I peered around the cave and noticed a tunnel leading off to my right. I noted it. As I looked around more, I saw nothing else in the cave, and decided to follow the tunnel...
With No One
As Salya's retreating form disappeared into the shadows, a spirit became visible as it phased into view.
'Hmm...' It though to itself. 'I wonder if they'll be the one... The one to either save the monsters... or fail to do so...' As the spirit became more solid, it's features could be picked out.
The entity itself looked like a young child of 9 or 10. They had pale skin, rosy pink cheeks, and a sweet smile. Yet, their eyes flowed a murderous red that left glowing trails behind as they twirled in a circle; messy brown hair flowing freely.
Their clothes consisted of a lime green sweater with pale yellow stripes going horizontally along the arms and torso. They also had brown jeans and black sneakers on.
They began to chuckle, and sang, "Oh, I'll take 'em. Oh, I'll turn 'em. Oh, I'll make 'em a killer like me!" They sang the words over and over again, the phrase echoing as their twirling figure faded. They chuckled one last time, and in hell, Satan could be seen cuddling his teddy bear closer as he curled into the fetal position.
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Me: Hey again! So... This took me nearly 2 hours... Yippie for no sleep! *you wince at the use of sarcasm*
Anyways, I'm trying to make this a little Humerous, just to tickle your funny bone a bit. Now I have a skele-ton of skele-puns on my mind. HELP!
Papyrus: I'M SORRY HUMA- UH... GOD LIKE BEING! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAVE YOU FROM PUNS!
Me: it's okay Papy... "It's the thought that counts," right? Anyways, again, I hope you enjoyed!
