A/N: So. This is my new AU, Colorfade! (Or Color!Drain, haven't entirely decided yet) but! Some dialogue might not be entirely accurate to the game because do you really expect me to remember each and every bit of dialogue? I have the memory of Ink!Sans and the laziness of Classic!Sans. It will still be fairly similar to the original universe for now, but it'll get more and more different as we go on.

Chapter One: Colorless Ruins

Frisk blinked open her eyes, glancing at the extremely pale yellow flowers all around her. If they were any paler she'd mistake them for being white. The nine-year-old girl stood up, ignoring the pain that surely came from her long fall.

She came to a dark room. In the middle was the only patch of light, on top of... gray grass..? What? Correct her if she was wrong... but wasn't grass supposed to be green?

"Howdy!"

She jumped in surprise as the pale silver flower popped up out of the ground.

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"

She was... startled. Grass was supposed to be green, flowers weren't supposed to talk or have cartoon faces- or, any faces for that matter. But, this weird flower seemed friendly enough so she smiled and shyly waved hello.

"You're new to the underground, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone'll have to show you how things work down here! Guess little 'ol me'll have to do."

Suddenly, three clicks sounded from seemingly out of nowhere and she went as grayscale as her surroundings, a little red heart floating in front of her being the only source of color.

"What..? Ahem, sorry, 's just that I haven't seen anything that red for a long time! Anyway, that little red heart right there is your soul! The very culmination of your being! It starts out weak, but you can make it stronger with LV! What does LV stand for? Why, L.O.V.E. of course! Down here, L.O.V.E. is shared through little white... friendliness pellets."

Frisk took a slight step back. She didn't trust the hesitation or emphasis when he said that. She also decided it was best not to mention she didn't quite know what the word 'culmination' meant.

"Here! I'll give some to you! Just run into them!"

Several 'friendliness pellets' that were a ghostly white appeared around Flowey. They came flying towards her. She twirled out of the way before they hit her.

Flowey looked somewhat annoyed.

"Hey, buddy, you missed 'em. Don't worry! I'll give you some more. Run into 'em this time!"

Several more came flying at her. She stayed in place this time.

She shrieked in pain as they all hit her soul.

Flowey cackled.

"You idiot! In this world, it's _K_I_L_L_O_R_B_E_K_I_L_L_E_D ! Now, D I E !"

Flowey's smile was no longer happy and cartoonish as a ring of bullets friendliness pellets enclosed around her.

Suddenly, a colorless flame rammed into Flowey and he disappeared underground.

Frisk was still fairly sure things like grass and flames were supposed to have color, but she decided that didn't really matter right now.

"What a horrible creature, torturing an innocent youth." A monochromatic goat-like creature said.

Frisk faintly noticed that her soul was back inside her and she had color again.

"Hello, my child. Do not be afraid, I am Toriel, guardian of the ruins."

"Hi! I'm F-R-I-S-K." She signed, before realizing that Toriel might not understand sign language.

"Hm? I am sorry, my child, but I do not understand. Oh, come here, child. Allow me to heal you."

Toriel placed her hands, glowing with something that looked almost like moonlight, onto Frisk's shoulders.

Frisk could feel her pain numbing, but it also made her feel cold, weak, and sickly, as if all warmth was being sucked from her body.

"Come, my child. I will guide you through the Ruins."

Toriel began waking and Frisk stumbled after her, fighting back her nausea.

Eventually, Toriel left her on her own in a room, but after waiting for awhile Frisk decided to continue on by herself.

As she walked, she noticed that absolutely everything was grayscale. The monsters, the walls, the ground, the water... everything.

There were these little four-point star things that had the tiniest hint of yellow in their white light, and when Frisk touched them she felt... safe. Comforted. Determined. There was also a weird voice that said her 'file' was saved, so she decided to call them save points, like in the video games she had so rarely played.

Eventually, she reached a house, and Toriel was standing to the side of a dead-looking tree with monochrome gray leaves at the base.

Toriel pulled out her phone, likely to call Frisk. This was proven true when Frisk's phone rang and Toriel looked at her in surprise.

"My child! How did you get here? I should not have left you alone for so long, I am sorry. Let me heal you."

Frisk silently dreaded the cold, sickly feeling that being 'healed' brought, but she allowed Toriel to do so.

"Come, my child, I have prepared a surprise for you."

Frisk touched the save point before following Toriel.

*The sight of such a tidy house in the Ruins fills you with DETERMINATION.

*File saved.

She smiled when she got into the house. Despite the monochromatic... everything, it still felt homely. Much more so than the orphanage Frisk had grown up in, anyway.

"Do you smell that, my child? It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie I baked for you. Oh! I also have something else, come with me."

Frisk held onto Toriel's hand as they walked down the hall.

"A room of your very own! Oh? What is that smell..? Is something burning? I-I will be right back, my child!"

Frisk walked into the room, her smile growing bigger at the toys and clothes and shoes and bed, ignoring the part of her mind that wondered why Toriel had these things.

She suddenly felt very tired, so she climbed into the bed and fell asleep.