Walking through the door without a look back at the dust, the remains of Toriel, Chara drove my body out into darkness. But a spot of light illuminated a face I wished not to see, in fact, it was that of Flowey. Chara seemed to buzz with irritation at the..peculiar flower. Did they know Flowey? Curiously, despite my..dampness. I stared at my "screen," curiosity driving me to focus in on Chara's thoughts and feelings, despite my own distaste toward them and the flower. However, I just needed to know. What was going on between these two..? Sitting down with my legs crossed and my hands resting on my knees, I stared up at my view, watching Flowey interact with Chara. She couldn't identify much from Chara, except the overwhelming irritation.
"Hahaha.. You're not really human, are you?" he asked, voice positive and happy like it was when I first met him, but I knew what was really going on. However, I was..curious. Wow, shocker. Anyway, this was weird. Was he addressing Chara? Did he know Chara was possessing me? Is Chara not human- wasn't human (it would be was, yes? Chara would have to be dead to possess me, I'm pretty sure at least..)? However, my thoughts froze as Flowey continued speaking. "No. You're empty inside. Just like me. In fact. . . You're Chara, right? Were still inseperable, after all these years. . ."
"Can it, Asriel. I've got stuff to do," my voice sounded. Asriel..? Was that Flowey's real name? Who had Flowey been..before..? However, Flowey paused, before giving a tsk and beginning once again, to Chara's displeasure, as I could obviously sense they were not very happy that the flower was going on and on.. Despite my curiosity, I was even getting a little bored of him, too.
"Listen. I have a plan to become all powerful. Even more powerful than you and your stolen soul. Let's destroy everything in this wretched world. Everyone, everything in these worthless memories. . . Let's turn 'em all to dust. Hmm, that's a wonderful idea!" he announced, the last part mainly for himself, or so that he could hear what he wanted to hear, and not what Chara wanted to say. Giving a silent grumble, I sure did hope he wouldn't start talking again. That would get...annoying. No, worse, it would me like..some weird grating sound to both Chara and I after a while, wouldn't it? Man, I have a weird imagination. However, to my relief - and Chara's, as far as I could tell - Flowey (Asriel..?) shrunk back into the ground. Then Chara continued on, bouncing almost, with renewed energy through the door.
At first, I only saw darkness. A tunnel, I bet. Or Chara was taking another break to talk with me, which was unlikely. Why would they? I seemed to be a pest in their eyes, simply a host. They were using my soul, but they wanted little to do with the person who actually owned said soul. It irritated me quite thoroughly, but they had their own malevolent intentions that they would be ever-so-willing to grind everyone to dust over it. However, despite my doubt, there Chara was, walking toward me with their almost identical apparel except some colors. Sighing, I looked up. "Okay, Miss Little I-Don't-Wanna-Talk-Much, or, rather, Miss Mute, you're gonna be in control, but I'm right here, ready to kick you out and kill you, and easily just reset this miserable world and try again, got it?" they asked, voice sharp and cold, just as I had expected and grown used to. Lovely. Giving a nod, my eyes downcast to their lighter boots, I sensed Chara's menacing delight, "Good."
Giving a gasp, I was thrown into bodily control. I bounced with renewed determination in the dark hallway, stretching my arms and legs and welcoming the familiar feeling with wide open arms that embraced it ten-fold. Giving a delicate spin with my arms outspread, I pushed forward, despite my deep regret at what lives I knew my dust-brushed hands would take next. For now, I would just live in the moment of happiness and relief to be in control. But a little thought boiled to the front of my mind. Go, now. That was all it was. Just, get out of there. Stay in the ruins. She was sure there were other monsters out there that she didn't want Chara to hurt. But Chara spoke up, a voice strong and powerful in the back of her mind, "Tsk, tsk. No. Keep going." I fell submissive, pushing open the heavy stone door and exitting into the chilly world outside.
Looking to the left, I saw a great, snow-covered bush. My hand brushed some of the icy crystals, before recoiling at how cold it was. Aboveground, she had rarely encountered snow, in fact, never. This was simpl a wonder. However, Chara silently urged her on along the path, lined with dark trees on both sides with high leaves.
"How dio the plants grow underground, here..?" I asked Chara. Surely they would know, right? They acted like they knew the place. I mean, they had known Flowey, so how would they not know plants? Or at least the plants because, well, Flowey is a plant..thing. Whatever the hell Flowey was, he was something with plant in him. I was just.. curious, and surprised when Chara actually gave me the answer.
"Monster magic. Simple, really. And there are some naturally-underground occuring plants. Trees..not so much, I know, that's why powerful monsters grew them.. But you'll encounter natural underground plants later, and some with surface light filtering through the dust to provide them energy to grow, like the flowers you fell upon," Chara explained, voice slightly irritated with me as if I should know these things. Well I don't, and honestly, they shouldn't get themself worked up over it, it was my first time down here, after all. However, i still walked on, despite my growing feeling that I was being watched, my hands inside my sleeves and crossed as I shivered in the cold.
I walked for only a few moments before encountering my first obstruction. It was a very simply stick, nothing special, but it "blocked" my path. Giving it a curious glance, I crouched and studied it for a moment, my foreboding feeling of being watched fading, if only for a small moment of comfort, ones that eluded me so often now. Giving a little sigh, I stood back up, shivering beneath my lack of clothing and watching as my breath coiled ahead of me, before dissipating as it went farther and farther from its source, even if it was a mere few inches. Stepping delicately over the branch, I gave a slight smile as I walked forward, hoping one day that the stick may one day become very important - or at least once was very important - to someone or something. You never knew.
However, shivers crept up my spine as I heard the branch snap. Freezing, I remained that way for a few milliseconds, before spinning on my heel and looking back. Only a few feet away, the stick lay in pieces, and fear buzzed through me, rejuvenating me with a rush of strong adrenaline. "Just keep walking," Chara commanded, and I twisted back so that I was once again facing forward and facing ahead, before taking trembling - I was already shivering from the cold, fear made it a tremble - steps forward, slower than my previous pace had been. However, I had the sickening feeling someone was right on my tale, following me and giving me constant chills. Every few moments, out of paranoia, I would glance back worriedly, my bobbed hair swinging, before anxiously continuing on again.
Coming to an odd bridge, I paused. It looked..very odd. Hm. I silently pondered it's use, before taking a testy step forward, pressing gently with my booted foot as I shuffled onto the first board. It gave an audible creak of discomfort as I shuffled onto it, unaccustomed to my new weight upon it, despite me weighing rather little compared to some of my peers above the seemingly endless ceiling above. I studied the wooden poles for moment, running my hands over them, numbed from the cold. I may have gotten a splinter, but I was sure my hands were too cold, and the wood too cold to even relinquish such a small spart of it. Steadying myself awkwardly, I took a step back, unsure of the rail-less bridge and it's rickety, creaky boards.
But sounds of footsteps behind me made me freeze. They crunched on the frozen ground beneath them, steady and sure unlike the ones I had taken only moments ago upon the same ground. Were they following me? Were they a possible passerby, just as I was? Not wanting to turn, I let the possibilities fly around my mind, Chara making no move to steady me and my unstableness. My breath stuttered, and my heart pounded in my throat as I let the footsteps come closer, unsure of what I may see when I turned to look back at whoever was behind me.
" n. " Their voice was deep and gravelly, and it made me straighten and stiffen, despite already frozen. I definitely did not want to turn around now. Nope. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" New pal? I thought unsurely, trying to reach for Chara. However, the malevolent being simply watched, indifferent to whatever happened. They seemed..knowing. However, I simply listened to whoever was behind me, not daring to let even a muscle twitch as they shuffled behind me. "Turn around and shake my hand." Of course, just the thing I didn't want to do.
Shifting unsurely and making little sound, I slowly spun around. My eyes met with a shadowed figure, only a sliver taller than me, that caused me to shrink back towards the rickety bridge behind me. Putting out a shivering, pale hand forth toward their dark, shadowed one, I pressed my hand into their's before I could even think twice. A loud sound filled the air and confusion graced my neutral features. "Wh..?" I murmured, not really making a word but simply just making a noise that possibly could have been a word if I had put forth the needed effort to form the sounds necessary. But I did not.
The figure seemed to appear before me in detail, now. It was a skeleton, and his fingers were icy cold. No wonder, they were bones, of course. However, I tugged my hand back, but their grip did not allow me to break free. They wore a blue hoodie, one the color blue you could only ind if you mixed navy blue with royal blue. The hood was down, and I could see it lined with fuzz. They wore a white tee-shirt, and shorts with white stripes, along with..pink slippers? Giving a slight giggle despite the circumstances, I simply could not help it. Despite the fear that had swam within me before, I kinda felt..okay, now. O.K.
"Heheh. . . the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. It's ALWAYS funny. . . That's, uh. Your cue to laugh. Or, to, emote at all. . . ? . . . (Gee, lady, you really know how to pick 'em, huh. . . ?) O.K., that's fine. Everyone's got their own sense of humor. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I'm actually suppose to be on watch for humans right now. But . . . Y'know . . . I don't really care about capturing anybody." Unease had at first filled me when he spoke of being on watch for humans, but then he said how he didn't really care. Was he trying to trick me? I didn't know, but right now, the cold was numbing all sense of anything. Until the fear rekindled as he spoke of his brother. "Now my brother, Papyrus. . . He's a human-hunting FANATIC. Hey, actually, I think that's him over there." Giving a worried glance, I scanned the area, looking for any place to hide in. "I have an idea. go through this gate thingy. Yeah, go right through. My bro made bars too wide to stop anyone."
Was he..helping me? Hide from his own brother? Unsurely, I went ahead, uneasy about the skeleton following me. "Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp." But I didn't move. ". . . Uh, O.K., I guess you don't have to." And then Papyrus came into the area, and a little..uphearted-ness bubbled through me. Sure, he could possibly mean my death, but it was kinda funny seeing the lanky skeleton saunter into view with his odd get-up.
"SANS!"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: wE HIT 100
IM SO HAPPY AND EXCITED YOU ALL HAVE NO IDEA
AND A FOLLOWER
THIS IS FOR YOU IAmBehindYou123
and this ended up longer than expected wow
i had to cut it off because it was getting to long and i didn't want to combine two possible chapters
