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"Someone who smiles too much with you can sometimes frown too much at your back."
― Michael Bassey Johnson
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You wake up on a bed of flowers.
I returned to consciousness with a childish voice ringing in my ears. The first thing I see are golden flower petals surrounding my form. I blinked in surprise. The fact that a strange voice was telling me what was happening was unusual. I squinted and tried to turn around to see who was talking to me when I felt a stinging pain in my back. It was then I remembered exactly what happened.
I twisted my lips in amusement. It appears that I tripped and fell down a rainbow well. Though how a rainbow well actually existed was beyond me. I sighed lightly and idly wondered where I was. The fact that I fell down the 'well' meant that I probably landed in one of the caverns in the mountain. But, considering that no one made a big fuss about the rainbow well, it must be one of those undiscovered caverns.
The thought of being stuck down here makes you scared.
I blinked at hearing the strange voice once more. This time it was in shock because the voice responded to me in my head. I wasn't talking out loud at all. Instead I was going through the situation in my mind. The fact that the voice knew exactly what I was saying and responded to me meant that it was in my head. And it wasn't even my inner voice considering the fact that the other voice sounded way too different.
That meant either one of two things: A) I'm apparently insane or B) there is someone stuck in my head. Considering the fact that insane people shouldn't logically figure out that they're insane, that leaves out the most ludicrous option; there is someone stuck in my head. After figuring that out, I decided to tentatively greet the new resident in my conscious mind.
Hello?
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Can you answer?
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What's your name?
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Please, talk to me.
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The voice didn't answer back. It made me wonder if I was hallucinating the voice. It was possible since I did fall down the well. For all I know, I could've gained a concussion from the fall. Though I probably wouldn't know unless an ambulance checked me over. After all, falling down into a cavern was dangerous.
I turn my head to face the hole from which I fell down from and the sight that I was met with shocked me.
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I blinked. The sign was still there. It was then that everything hit me. Mt. Ebott, Frisk, the disembodied voice. Not to mention the thought that first came to mind when I saw the stupid mountain, Undertale. I was in Undertale! I died and went inside a stupid videogame! My whole life, my family, ripped away from me! And, when I get a second chance in life, it's in a videogame! A stupid, fucking videogame!
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I . . . I-I calm down quickly. The anger, the pain, even the tears that I shed from the discovery quickly disappear. My mind was blank. I felt empty. I took deep breaths, in and out. In and out. In and out. In . . . and out.
It was only sometime later that I thought about the occurrence clearly, still staring at that damn sign. Instead of focusing on the fact that my life is a videogame, I try to focus on how I quickly and efficiently calmed down.
I'm in a videogame, and judging by the fact that I could see the game sign, that meant I'm the main character or playable character. By how quickly I calmed down and rationalized the situation, despite how absurd it is, that means I probably inherited the Gamer's Mind. Which means I could handle extreme trauma. It's why I'm calm about the fact that my life is a videogame.
Since I have the Gamer's Mind, I probably also have the Gamer's Body. I flex my arms a little and smile at the fact that I can't feel any more pain. Quickly, though, my smile turned into a frown. After all, having the Gamer's Body meant that violence would be in my future. The ability to quickly recover from attacks might sound incredible, but that meant that I have to fight people. I'm not really eager to get hurt or do violence.
Not to mention the fact that the video game I'm in is Undertale. Undertale, the one videogame I never even played. I try to remember anything I can of the game. The few things I remember is that a dead person is the narrator, killing is a no-no, and that a talking flower is an evil prince in disguise. Oh! And that flirting is a game option.
I slowly got up from the ground. Exploring the place where I fell down would probably help take my mind off of the entire situation. It's better that way. Thinking about the situation might make me relapse into my depression again. I don't want to relapse. I might not recover this time.
You find a tombstone in the corner of the room. It reads [Here lies ***** .] You cannot read the name. It appears to have been burnt away in grief.
I stare at the tombstone that the voice- that the Narrator –directs me to. I wonder . . .
Is this your name?
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I huff at the answering silence.
Whatever, I'm going to call you Narrator, okay? But only until we find out your real name!
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I sigh in frustration and decide to just sit on the tombstone. I don't remember much about the game but I'm pretty sure a llama is supposed to come and introduce me to the game mechanics. So, I got comfortable and leaned on the tombstone, waiting and waiting . . .
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But nobody came.
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I don't know how long I've been waiting for the llama but I don't think I can wait any longer. My empty stomach growled at me. If the llama wasn't coming for me then maybe I should go to them. And, perhaps, they might have some food to share with me.
The thought of getting something to eat fills you with DETERMINATION.
I blinked in surprise at hearing the Narrator talk to me again. But it was the words that the Narrator spoke that made me think that finding the llama was the right choice. So I headed straight towards the opening in the cavern. Passed the opening is a dark hallway that went straight ahead. What really interested me was the overabundance of golden flowers growing on the wall. The smell they carried was sweet, yet it held a bitter undertone and reminded me of the tombstone strangely enough.
I wonder if the Narrator's body was buried in the patch of flowers I landed on. If so . . . then that's really creepy. Knowing that the place I landed on is someone's grave disturbed me. The fact that their spirit is now residing in my head makes it even more disturbing.
There is a light up ahead. Seeing it fills you with DETERMINATION.
Seeing the light that the Narrator talked about made me rush ahead. I soon entered the cavern. The first thing I spotted was another patch of golden flowers. However, in the middle of the patch was a giant flower with a . . . face. I took one step forward. This caused the flower to face my direction. It's . . . face had a wide, friendly smile on it. But the sight of it made me feel uneasy.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey the Flower. You must be new down here, right?" said the flower. I blinked a bit in astonishment.
"Your name . . . is Flowey?" I replied hesitantly. Flowey blinked in confusion then smiled innocently.
"Yep. Why? Is something wrong with my name?" He asked. I shivered in fear at the way he sounded the last word out.
You feel that there is something sinister about the flower. You decide to pay heed to the feeling.
I slapped a smile on my face hoping to convince the creepy flower that I was a naïve, innocent child. "No, it's just that Flowey is a very unusual name . . . and uncreative." I muttered the last part under my breath but by the way Flowey twitched, he probably heard me.
"Well this is the Underground, after all. Monsters here are very silly . . . but they're also really dangerous! So, how 'bout your new pal Flowey show you how life works down here." Flowey said, his smile looking unnatural on his small face.
"Sure thing!" I chirped out. I also moved backward just in case I had to run away from him. Man, only in the game for a few hours and I already have to fear for my life. Flowey smirked.
He then pointed at me and pulled back his leaf. A strange sensation washed over my body and out popped a small, fragile-looking heart. It glowed with a bright red glow and pulsed as if it was alive. Under my soul were the words [LV 0] and [HP 20/20].
"That's your soul!" Flowey pointed to the heart. I stared at my soul in wonder.
"My soul . . . ?" I quietly whisper.
Flowey nodded his head, "Yep. It's basically the representation of your entire being. Right now your soul is really weak. See your LV? It's at zero right now. However, if you kill any monsters you encounter then your LV would level up. This would cause your HP to level up too! That's a good thing because if any monsters hurt you, you'd have to rely on your HP to not go down to zero. If your HP went down to zero, well, bye-bye human!"
One of the first things I remember from Undertale was to not kill any monsters, otherwise something bad might happen. Another thing was that a talking flower was an evil prince in disguise. Given how Flowey was telling me to go on a killing spree then that meant that Flowey was probably evil. And a prince. But being evil was what concerned me more.
"What does LV stand for?" I asked, a little curious despite the bad feeling I have. Flowey, honest to god, glowed at the question.
"Why, LOVE, of course! Here take some of these 'friendliness bul-pellets'. These will help increase your LOVE." Flowey summoned small, white objects and sent them in the direction of my soul.
I tried to move my soul to the side by imagining it doing the action. My soul moved to the side and dodged the pellets causing me to sag in relief for my quick thinking.
"Hey! Why'd you move?" Flowey yelled out in anger. I stared at him in disbelief.
"You just told me that I gained LOVE if I killed monsters. Which means that the only way to gain LOVE is through killing. (The fact that you gain LOVE from killing people is so messed up.) Then you almost called your "friendliness pellets" bullets." I explained while trying to move from the position I was in. But it seemed that I was stuck here until my soul reentered my body.
Flowey stared at me in surprise. Then a creepy expression crossed his face. "Well, golly! It seems you're not as stupid as I thought you'd be. But you're stuck now! Heh, what an idiot. In this world, IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED. And it seems that the second option is for you!" Flowey laughed demonically.
He then summoned a circle of bullets and shot them right at my soul. However, before they touched my soul, a huge fire ball slammed into Flowey, causing the bullets to disappear. The grip on my soul went away and I fell on the floor.
Flowey screamed in pain and immediately burrowed his way underground. "My, my, what a disgusting creature! Torturing children. Oh, how far has monster kind fallen?" A gentle voice asked.
I turned to face my rescuer and saw a . . . goat. A talking goat with clothes, but still a goat. Seriously?! What's with the monsters down here?! First a talking flower, now a talking goat! What next? Skeletons, ghosts, maybe even a talking fish!
Seeing a friendly monster fills you with DETERMINATION.
"Thank you for saving me." I said gratefully. The goat smiled down at me.
"No need to thank me. What he was doing was wrong." She, and it's definitely a she, replied.
"My name is Frisk, Frisk the Human, apparently." The goat helped me up from the floor and checked me over to see if I had any injuries.
"What a beautiful name. I am Toriel, Caretaker of the Ruins. Please come with me, my child. Staying out here as a human will be very dangerous. If you come with me, I will provide you with shelter and food." Miss Toriel smiled at me and held out her hand.
Go with Mom to her home? [Yes/No]
I stared at her hand. Even though she saved me from Flowey, who's to say she wouldn't just kill me herself? Should I go with a monster who might potentially kill me later?
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Eh, the Narrator trust her and she doesn't scream evil monster to me. Plus, if she does try and kill me than I will just have to improvise. After all, distrusting everyone will just turn me paranoid. I grab her hand and mentally reply to the Narrator.
Yes.
Trusting Mom, you began the next step on your journey. You are filled with DETERMINATION.
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Flowey: Do you trust me?
Frisk: No
Flowey: Good choice.
- incorrectundertalequotes
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