A/N: Hey there everyone, thank you for the formidably positive greeting of the pilot chapter, I am more then happy to drop the second!
As always reviews are appreciated!
MOUNT EBOTT: 20XX
The talking Flower looked petrified at our armoured protagonist, at this moment a stand still was afoot one was trying to compose the look of horror on its face the other was, observing, interested in the sudden behaviour of Flowey, after a few seconds the chatty buttercup piped up, remembering they were still locked in battle, if this human really was new to the underground it should be easy to convince him to MERCY him, deciding it would be unwise to fight someone with 99 LV, Flowey actually did a tutorial!
"A-anyway! Y-you see these little white pellets? Those are attacks!" Flowey stated after summoning his 'friendliness pellets' all while plastering on his best smile, trying to ignore what happened previously, it was his experience that humans were actually pretty stupid! I mean that idiotic kid who fell just hours ago walked right into his attack!
"Okay, I'm going to throw them at you! Try your best to avoid them!" He advised with more confidence dripping back into his voice, he was intent to watch but then he rembered, the human didn't know how to move their SOUL! He glued his eyes as the very fragile looking heart tried to move but was instead caught in a frenzy of pellents.
As the frenzy came to a halt a maniacally loud laughter erupted in the room, Flowey had seemingly forgotten all about LV and had instead lost his mind at the prospect of such an easy kill, he could almost feel the SOUL!
"YOU REALLY ARE ALL IDIOTS!" The flower bellowed, some how shape shifting his face into one of pure malice with a grin which screamed death. Immediately the steel clad figure was surrounded in a circle of pellets, it tried to move but it was useless, the sworn of pellets closed in and something quite unexpected happened.
The human gave up.
It was sitting on the floor as its heart stood completely still, Flowey was put off by this, where was the DETERMINATION? continuing the pellets quickly pounced on the heart, whizzing back and fourth, in and out it continued for thirty whole seconds, stopping the Flower was skeptical that it worked given how the human just gave up, but as he got a good luck he was overjoyed.
It worked. The human had collapsed, red liquid pooring out various cracks in armour, there were zero movements coming from them. But more importantly, the SOUL stood their, completely unharmed aside from the oddity of the crack but Flowey guessed beggars can't be choosers! Oh the sweet revenge he'd have with this power!
He was a centimetre away from the heart now, their were still no movements from the body, looking at the corpse and back to the heart the flower released a psychotic laugh.
"FINALLY, I CAN BE WHOLE AGAIN!" the overjoyed flower yelled as he lightly tapped the SOUL, at that moment three things happened. First, the abyss which accompanies a battle faded away. Secondly. The corpse strangely dissapeared in a cloud of dust that seemed to come from nowhere and was being propelled by a violent and invisible wind. Lastly, the glowing grey SOUL began to leak even more of the red substance out of the cracks before bursting in half in a brilliant light. When the light was gone all that remained was a very angry Flowey.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" The demonic looking flower yelled, not comprehending how a human SOUL could dissapear from the touch of a monster.
Whispers, they were confined in the depest parts of thr mind of the armoured figure, but, when unconcious, the silent being would be subjected to the infinite roars of the voices, maybe a normal figure would become mad, but for whatever was in that armour, mad was simply a tiny voice among millions, if a person was in their, they were long dead, all that remained was a husk dictated by the psychotic orchestra of voices. Keeping the body safe while the SOUL tried to keep hold of the it's faded memories.
Dust, the gritty texture was familiar to the senses, of course it would be, its the first thing it felt upon waking, sitting up and expecting to see the sun, it was dreadfully surprised to find a bonfire placed in the center of the flower patch, the sword placed upon it gave a strange sense of familiarity, like most things to the being, it learned not to question its origins, lest they will have more questions then answers.
Getting up the figure began to trek through the ruins again, forgetting how they died, it was sure soon enough it would find the reason of its demise and deal with it with the same hostility it showed the being.
Quickly walking through the passage it came across a strange room where most of the floor was blackened with a strange light filtering from above illuminating a single flower which was turned away from the being, moving towards the figure was strangely unsprised when it turned around and looked like it had seen a ghost.
"W-what?" it whispered to the armoured husk, shrinking under the shadow of the being.
"I-I, h-how did you save?" Flowery sqeaked, strange, the being seemed to know the name of this creature, it must of met it before, it must also be the reason for its death.
Before Flowey could react a sword was plunged into the ground next to him, scaring the petals out of him. But this strength, maybe it could be harnessed, maybe he could still kill that idiot that came through the ruins.
"H-huh? Golly, is that any way to treat a friend?" Flowey began in his most innocent sounding voice, hoping that this... Thing, would forgive and forget, but just in case Flowey was ready to bolt. To his surprise the figure lifted the sword and sheathed it upon its back, what an idiot!
All the while our undetermined husk was reasoning that this being was harmless and that its memory was in dreadful state, ultimately meaning it forgived the flower.
"Say, you wouldn't come down here without a reason would 'cha?" Flowey asked, suspicious of this being a trap. He was glad when the figure pointed upwards, he already knew a really good lie he could weave for this circumstance.
"You want out!? Gee, I'm sorry friend but to do that, you need to kill the human!" The flower began but was cut off by a fireball knocking him away followed by a soft and warm voice.
"Never mind that horrible creature, I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins, its a pleasure to meet you!" The owner of the voice seemed to be some sort of goat woman with two tiny horns on her head, draped in a purple robe, comfortably covering her white fur.
"And you are?" She asked expecting an answer when one wasn't given she gave the figure a knowing smile.
"I see! You must have a sore throat! Come, you must rest at my home" Toriel ordered gesturing for the figure to follow her. It had other ideas. This must of been the creature which previously killed it.
Maybe somewhere in its vast concious, a voice was screaming to show MERCY, it was small, but it kept fighting, something deep within its tattered SOUL was filled with the DETERMINATION needed to show MERCY.
Toriel while this was happening seemed to notice the blade on the beings back and couldn't help but wonder if this human had spilled blood, scolding herself for having such thoughts! The human must simply be shy! She took their hand without any resistance and began the walk to her home, blissfully unaware of Flower lurking in the darkness giving her a murderous gaze.