Chapter One: Ruins or Ruined

Waking up to a pile of blood and dust isn't a fun thing to see. The flowers weren't yellow anymore but dusted with ash. There was blood as well. The person, known as a CHARA, didn't remember how they got here or when. They looked up to see a hole and some falling rocks. As they got up they brushed off some of the dust and the some red substance. It stained their hands, they gave an odd looked. They walked leaving a trail behind them.

A large gate that had that red substance and ash smeared on the walls. They gulped taking a step back. They closed their eyes as they pushed open the large black gates. Darkness fell over around CHARA, not knowing what to do they continued to walk. There was a light shining down at a pile of yellow followers, but it was different. The flowers had that red substance dripping down from its side and the ash followed behind it.

The sound of dripping of the flowers and the crashing of the rocks falling from above, CHARA covered themselves for some type of protection. No use. They still got hit from the falling rocks above them. As they look up they see a flower but a rather tall, spiked, flower. The flower was grey in the middle, but the petals are black with the tips of crimson red. CHARA backed away from the frightful sight. They encounter the flower but when it turned around it had a large grin with the dark eyes with red pupils. It was smirking at them.

They took a step forward feeling their gut tightening. "Welcome Kitty Kat" The flower said with a smile. "What bring you here?" It replied as it hovered over CHARA. CHARA gulped not knowing what to do instead looking around. "What's wrong Kitty Kat?" CHARA shook their head constantly. "Oh? Can't speak that is wonderful! I wonder how Master would like you, raw or medium rare?" It laughed. CHARA shivered of the thought. It looked down at them with its smile so wide that it showed its sharped white teeth.

Soon it showed these pure, white bullets looking objects floating around him. CHARA stared at the menacing flower. "These aren't pellets Kitty Kat" It laughed. As the objects backed up and the flower came closer to CHARA face, "In this world it's Kill or Die"

~You have enter a battle

A text appeared over the crazed flower, and then CHARA saw a heart floating right over their chest. They looked up to see the crazed flower smiling, into their face. "I wonder, does Master love humans? Does that count as a murder?" It laughed. The rocks tumbled down, quickly and dangerous. As CHARA tries to run but soon slammed down by something wrapped around their ankle. As they look to see a vines with thorns piercing through their skin, the skin started to bleed; slowly. As CHARA struggles to get out of the death trap, they looked up to see the flower standing right above them. "Now, now Kitty Kat, that was really rude of you too leave." It stated with that grin.

~ -Fight -Act -Item -Mercy

A chart showed up below the text. CHARA Chose mercy, then it came to another chart.

~Mercy*
-mercy
-flee

Another decision to make quickly, CHARA pressed flee.

~Flee*

Nothing happened for a while, until another text showed.

~Unable to flee due to a disturbance.

CHARA looked down at their leg once more, covered in blood. The walls around them started to fade as their eye site becomes blurry. The black, greyish flower laughed, it's the only thing that they could hear until a gasp. As CHARA looks up with their final strength they could see a somewhat goat, human like form. As CHARA fell to the ground ready to die but instead they just slept.

They woke up on a bed but it was dusted, like it hasn't been used for a long time. When they woke up from their sleep they were bandaged and when they saw their surroundings, it's a kid room. When they looked to their side they saw a pack of smokes and a lighter. They gave it a confused look, they sighed. They got the stuff and stuffed it in their pockets. As soon they got up, they fell back down hitting their back against the bed. Groaning in pain they got up to see a figure standing at the door with a tray.

"Kid, you shouldn't get up after a fight like that." The figure said, in a deadly sweet tone of a woman. CHARA looked at the figure, when the person or monster came in it was a goat, well somewhat. Having spiked bracelets around her wrist, as well a long black coat, on the bottom it has stains of red and ash. CHARA looked at the neck of the monster to see a knife pendant around her neck and a cross.

CHARA looked away, fear consumed them. "Kid, do you know who I am?" The monster stepped closer with a thud. CHARA looked up to see the monster hovering over them with a frown of, almost judging me. They shook their head not wanting to speak. Afraid to say a word, to speak, to utter, to breath even, as well to look at the monster around them. They could feel them, the presence of the other humans who died by this monster, on this bed, they could feel their pain. CHARA shudder at the thought of being killed by this monster this thing in front of them. They could feel the screams, they wanted to yell stop. Yet they couldn't talk, they tried to speak but unable to do so.

Putting their hand around their neck looking a bit surprised, looking up afterwards shaking their head in fear and answering their question. "Can't speak Child?" It's a woman; CHARA shrugged their shoulder not knowing what to do. They somewhat knew they could speak, in their gut. CHARA gulped. The goat woman putting her paw around her neck as a way thinking, or maybe something else, CHARA didn't want to know what that something else was. As they looked up the monster bend down looking straight at their eyes. "Of course you fear me, and you should." She smiled as she laid CHARA back down on their back. "My name is Godmother Toriel. Do not call me that understood!" CHARA nod their head squeezing their eyes shut. "Strange for an arsonist to fear of losing their voice around here, and not knowing who I am. Stranger but I'll find out." Her eyes widen and had a spark of red, almost ready to kill or even devour someone in a moment time.

CHARA looked confused, and then they looked back at the lighter on the night stand. They don't remember why they were carrying that around really, this is the first time they saw it. They didn't even feel it. Maybe they were an arsonist before then, but it doesn't make sense. Why were they sleeping on patches of flowers, or whatever that was? CHARA rubbed their neck in confusion but then looked up at the monster; she looked down at the child. "You remind me of my child Frisk. They died long ago, made us, well us. Call me Mother Tori. Nothing else or you will die." She threated showing a small blade next to coat.

CHARA nod their head, looking down. Mother Tori looked at the child then sighed, leaving CHARA alone. After she closed the door behind her, CHARA sat straight up looking around the room frantically. How come they couldn't remember anything! Nothing comes, smacking her head a couple times to regain some memory. There was nothing at all. Everything is blank, all black. They wanted to scream but couldn't speak. They wanted to cry for help as tears streamed down her dirty chin. The red stains were blood. They knew that for sure, and then what is the ash?

Many questions came across CHARA, questions that they may never ask. Were they an arsonist, they burned down houses? CHARA tried to put the puzzles together but couldn't. Nothing made sense as everything was just plain black. Nothing more or less, empty. CHARA pulled at their hair in frustration. As they tried to scream nothing came out, but their throat itched more. As CHARA rubbed their sore throat, as they thought of plan. Nothing ever comes good for CHARA, as for them they don't know anything about her past.

Thinking about it made CHARA questioned themselves more, who were they? As time went on Mother Tori came in with a slice of what seemed like cherry pie. CHARA looked up almost in tears. "Kitty Kat what's wrong?" There is that nick name. Do they know of them? CHARA pointed at their throat, shaking their head. Unable to speak, they had to play the old classic game; charades. As CHARA pointed at their neck, and then making a slicing motion across their neck. "You want to be hanged? I'll be honor!" Mother Tori smiled widely as they approached them. CHARA shook their head having their hands in order to stop Mother Tori. "What then?" She asked annoyed. CHARA pointed at their lips and shaking their head, "You can't speak?" CHARA nodded giving a small smile then back to a poker face.

Mother Tori smiled and did a small nod. "Well, let's get you some nice clothes shall we?" She asked. CHARA shook their head, "no? But you're all dirty!" CHARA looked down at them; yeah they're dirty all right. CHARA thought about it and shook their head again. They didn't know what is ahead of them, they adverted their gaze from Mother Tori. "Why is that?" Mother Tori yelled at them, gripping their neck. Chocking them until they turned purple, almost passing out until she let go. CHARA took deep breaths, as well coughing. "You're staying like it or not!" She yelled.

CHARA shut their eyes, in fear of getting chocked again. Did this happen before? They coughed and breathed heavily trying to regain their loss of air. CHARA looked down at their knee to see it was wrapped in fabric. At least she was kind to give her a bandage. As CHARA got up to steady their weight on the knee, they hissed as the pain increased. They stumbled a couple steps until she reached the door knob. Twisting the door knob, it finally opened. They fell to the ground groaning in pain, holding their knee to get rid of the pain. Breathing heavily, trying to swallow their fear and tears. Wanting to curse out loud but can't since no voice.

As they got up on their weak knees, they leaned against the red, stripped, wall paper. They could feel the blood flowing down their knees. They looked back to see the pack of smokes and the lighter. Thinking about it for a minute then limping their way over there. Limping their way over to the nightstand, snatching the three items putting them in their pockets, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Stomp, step, CHARA stood still as they quickly closed the door. Breathing softly as they pressed their ears against the door listing to any sound of her. CHARA looked around seeing just old stuffed that had dust on them. Paintings included, having so much dust that they covered the faces of the pictures. As CHARA wanted to wipe away that, they couldn't since their focus was on the steps of the Mother Tori. They listened.

After three or five minutes, the stomping was gone. CHARA slightly opened up the door to see empty dark halls. They listened closing their eyes. Breathing next door, almost like asleep and calming breathing. CHARA nod their head in satisfaction, they got the lighter from their pockets and light it up to guide their way through the halls.

As they limped they tripped having the lighter flame go off by the wind. They were falling. As they landed on a dirty path, the dust flew around them. Groaning in pain, trying to get up, but it was no use. CHARA couldn't move once again. The only sound was their breathing and falling of the rocks above them. They laid there waiting for something, maybe another chocking or even worse. They closed their eyes shut not wanting to think about that time. After a couple minutes laying in the darkness, they finally got up. Searching for their lighter that slid some feet away from them, they felt the ground around them.

Finally grabbing the lighter and flicking it on. They saw was walls of dirt. They gulped as they got up, leaning on the dirt wall escaping the horrid nightmare behind them. Until they heard a roar, and a very similar menacing laugh it was haunting to their ears. They switched the lighter off and just ran. Ran until there was no end, but at the end there was only a large gate that stated Tales. As they looked closer the word Under was there but only an imprint. It wasn't really there like Tales. They tried to shake the doors but the running was coming closer, and the laugh became the walls. It echoes, they turned around to see where it came from but only to see a fire ball in the darkness that showed; Mother Tori.