So...
Before we continue
with the "origin story".
Let me just say,
as the writer,
that I am...
Well... huh...
Not confident.
Is keeping things
close to the original
a good idea?
Dialogs, placements,
items, all of it.
May I tweak it all?
Should I?
While it seems nice
for now...
I don't know if some
of the phrasing fit
the characters.
Or that their motives
make sense.
Like Sans'.
Perhaps I should
have been more
vague with that one...
God knows I want to
show you this timeline's
Papyrus and Undyne.
I got some ideas,
but not exactly what
you'd expect.
I could go back to the
Sans fight and get
it over with...
But explaining how it
all happened
seems important.
You know,
story-wise.
Anywho...
That's boring
stuff I'm sure.
Or I'm preaching
to the choir.
So I'm gonna keep
on exploring my view
of the Underfell AU.
Enough about me.
Let's write more stuff.
-~o~-
Frisk came back, after a while away. To start it all again. The kid fell, got up, then advanced into the dark cave. The flower was still here, still damaged, and weaved its smile and gaze upon its center.
Howdy!
I'm FLOWEY.
FLOWEY the FLOWER.
Ahem...
You already knew
that, didn'tcha?
Making me repeat
myself... how rude!
Someone ought
to teach you
some manners.
You never now who
you might cross
down the road.
Looks like it's up to
me to sensitize you.
Ready?
The rest happened exactly like before. Flowey explained, in his own way, the mechanics of a FIGHT. Then came the time of the friendliness pellets. This time, they did not reach their targets.
Oh...
You missed them.
Don't worry.
I have more.
Once again, a swing and a miss.
Well, this is sad!
You're going to
make me feel bad.
Come on, let me
hit... Ahem...
Help you!
The third time wasn't the charm. Flowey looked disappointed. Not angry, but very unhappy. The eyes of his strange face turned dark.
So...
You know what's
going on here,
don't you?
And you're so young.
How amusing.
I tried to make it
quick and painless.
Weaken you at first,
then end it.
But now...
I won't even bother.
The ring of bullets appeared again.
In this world,
it's kill or BE killed.
No exceptions.
The child braced for impact. QUIT? Do not QUIT? The flower remembered... Was there even a point then? It was too late now anyway...
The bullets had reached their target... They... did not hurt? This surprised the both of them.
Wide eyed, and open-mouthed, the flower kept a stunned silence.
Then, a small white flame appeared outside of Flowey's view. Something launched it, and it sent the plant flying away.
Then, out of the path ahead, a large being appeared. It was wearing a long robe adorned with a distinct sigil. The wearer was goat like in appearance, but stood on two legs. The dress was a bit raggedy and, like her vestment, the savior looked very tired. In other word she was a fluffy goat lady with a dreadful aura and a sad smile. She addressed Frisk.
What a terrible
creature, torturing
such a poor,
innocent youth.
Heh... hehe.
Do not be afraid,
my child.
I am Toriel,
the... caretaker
of the RUINS.
I come here
everyday to look
for humans.
And you...
You are real, are
you not ?
Hehe...
Nevermind.
Do not worry,
I will take good
care of you.
Come with me
without fear.
I shall teach you
how to survive
this terrible place.
The strange lady nodded to the side, then turned her back on the child.
Come along now.
Don't you dare
make me wait.
Fuhuhu...
Something in her voice coerced Frisk to oblige her.