Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale, but all original characters are mine

A/N: Hmm, okay~ Here's where it began, the original start of Frisktale, so, I suppose this is a bit of a reminder~

Prologue

[…you know, in hindsight, I should have thought about this before, but…]Trailing off, he turned his attention from above, to the figure rolling about a patch of golden flowers, giggling up a storm. […how the **** did you survive the fall?]

Instead of replying, the runt continued on as if they didn't hear him…and to be honest, he was beginning to wonder if that was truly the case.

Sighing, he raised a hand, and held it towards the sky, rays of light shining through the hole above…and right through his hands. [Either I'm dreaming, or this is just someone's messed up idea of a joke…but…] As he hovered in placed, he dipped down from his position in the air, and landed firmly in the patch of Buttercups.

The runt…no, Frisk had stopped playing in the flowers, taking their time, regaining lost breath, and taking in the scenery around them.

…it was weird, how everything seemed so new to them, from stroking the petals, to taking in their scent, especially after falling down from such a height. One would think the kid'd be shocked and scared, but instead, Frisk was-no, is currently all smiles and curiosity.

So innocent, small…and…fragile…

Those thoughts brought a frown to his lips, and adorable bundle of joy aside, he took a good look at their appearance. He can't recall the number of AU's where the kid started out with different variation's, and obviously enough, they were in the Ruin's, so this wasn't one of the more dangerous Universes, thankfully enough. And despite everything, the room they were in looked well kept…enough, considering they're basically in a hole deep under a mountain.

Flowers were watered, and are thriving with a nice golden glow, so this isn't…

Repressing a shiver, he crouched down where he was eye level with Frisk, not that they could see him…probably. [I…really should be screaming my **** out right about now, you know that, right?]

This Frisk looks to be around eight or so, with their usual puffy brown hair and iconic blue turtleneck [Since Blue is the best and all that.]. Their shorts looked a bit baggy and torn, but he accustomed that to the fall…though his eyes spotted a familiar bandage, and the flavor text that always came with it.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he frowned, wondering exactly what it meant before turning his gaze down the hall. In the next room is…well, that, and…well…turning his attention towards the Buttercups, he stared long and hard…before plucking a flower, and positioning it right into Frisk's hair, right above their left eye.

It…took them a while to notice, and when they did, he couldn't help but smile at the wonder in their eyes as they stroked the petals, no doubt wondering how the flower got there.

[You…probably can't here this, but I suppose getting introductions out of the way first would be best.] He admitted softly, letting himself sit. [I…don't know why I'm here, or how…but what I do know is that as I am, I won't be able to help you with what's to come. You can't here, or see me…but my name is Noah, and for what it's worth, I pray…] that you escape the Underground…is what he was going to say, but couldn't, as the runt began scampering off, no doubt to explore and see what else there was to find.

He'd have followed, but a figure in green made the first move, keeping close to Frisk instead of staying…though not before sending a mixed glare of unbridled hatred and confusion his way.

[…so…this is how it's going to be, huh?] Here he was, trapped in the world of Undertale, a game renowned for its…unique story and characters, and filled with infinite possibilities. [This isn't supposed to be happening…it's just not…] Releasing a shuddering breath he didn't know he had held, Noah wrapped his arms around his knees, and took in a deep breath. [This game…no, this World doesn't involve me. Frisk has their…partner, and they don't seem like they're being possessed by anyone, judging from how they've been scampering about.]

Player existences wouldn't care for rolling in flowers, nor sniffing them…and if that was the case, they'd be able to not only see him, but hear his words as well…yet Noah was completely beyond Frisk's radar, so the chances of them going Genocide were pretty much zilch…thankfully.

He didn't want to test if his so-called intangibility was beyond a LOVE filled Chara.

[By now, they should be meeting Flowey with that dinky background music of his.] He muttered aloud. [They won't be Underfell Flowey, so it'll…probably hurt…since Frisk is currently a…] Throat drying with every word, he pulled his knees in closer as Frisk's expression of wonder flashed across his mind. [He…ha ha…] Laughing weakly, he briefly wondered how battle would be done in this world. [Would it be in a boxed arena like other's have portrayed, or maybe just a regular fight with bullets and…magic flying about…?]

…tearing his gaze away from the flower's, he idly brushed his hands across their petals, heart…or soul…just, whatever was in his corporeal chest thumped harder and harder against his ribs. […I…it's…this world doesn't need me.] In every Undertale game, or story, Frisk always either save's, kills, or abandon's the Underground, though the far latter isn't often, since a reset usually happens in the end. But the one constant is that Frisk always manages to get through the Underground on their own. [So…yeah…I can just stay here, like I said…but…] If that was the case…then why was he here?

Before he could ponder that though, a high-pitched scream pierced through the Ruin's, followed by the most haunting of laughter's.

[FRIIISK!]

Gasping at the sheer stupidity of letting a child walk willingly towards a dangerous, bloodthirsty, homicidal sociopathic weed, Noah stumbled forward across the patch of flowers, heart ramming into his chest as he ran across the hall towards a familiar entrance.

And when he got there, just as things played in the game, Flowey bouncing back and forth on it's stem, cold, pinprick eyes buried in darkness gleaming in glee as black gunk spilled out of its eyes and mouth like flowing mud.

It's eyes were on Frisk who was currently…on…they…they were on the ground, crouched in pain as blood seeped…. blood…there…was…

Bile rose from his throat as the darkness filled room was lit alight with fire.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter~ But just for the record, this, and the following 10 will be up going for Rewrite~ Best start now rather than later. X3 This is just me re-posting the original Prologue, since replacing the Chapter itself with the Rewrite won't count as an Update~ So when all the Chapters are Rewritten, and posted, the original's shall be Deleted. XD