I do not own undertale, Toby Fox does. I do own this AU, however.
Keep in mind This is undergoing changes, so future chapters may have more grammar errors/ retcons till I am done editing. I am aware!
This is not based off of the AU Wolftale. This is a whole separate AU. This was originally called Wolftale but has since changed.
This AU has art, as well as an ask blog and a few comics, on my DA account ComycatDarkangel. I'd love to see some people over there!
I have yet to change most of the author notes, so there will be some old inaccuracies. Sowwy.
There will be a few shippings. Any non-cannon ships will be saved for end story/after story. There are a ton of errors rush have not been fixed yet like repeated jokes, spelling and little things. I am working on editing right now.
I really hope you enjoy this story! Make sure to please review if you can and tell me what you think!
(Frisk is a girl, around 15-16 in this AU. Also, mechanics work differently. AU)
Chapter one~ Awakening
Cold.
That was the first thing to cross Frisk's mind.
She was cold.
She could feel the grass lightly teasing her cheeks and ankles. A sweet, flowery smell drifted through the air.
Frisk stayed dead still.
How'd I get here?
The memories were fuzzy. Almost as fuzzy as her ears felt…
She shot up like a bat out of hell, her heart dropping in her chest. The sudden air made the scrapes on her cheeks sting, and the movement sent pain creeping up her side, but she was too occupied with a different feeling to care.
Her normal, human ears were completely gone, replaced with soft fur that hid under her brown hair. Her "new" ears were further up her head. They were triangular with rounded tips, sort of like a coyote or wolf.
Well, that wasn't a part of the game plan, now was it?
Frisk stared off into the distance, running her fingers over the fuzzy ears. As she became more aware, she noticed more differences that made her blood run cold. Her nails were longer and more pointed, and her teeth were much sharper. She also seemed to have a big, fluffy brown tail.
Frisk stared at the new appendage, not liking how she felt attached to it. She could feel it. And that freaked her out.
What the hell?
Frisk buried her head in her knees. Whatever kind of dream this was, she wanted it to end.
She didn't want this.
She didn't want to be a freak.
Frisk tried pinching herself.
Ow.
Still dreaming.
She tried biting her tongue. With her sharper teeth, she drew blood.
Blood was yucky.
Still dreaming.
Frisk huffed and stood up shakily before purposely falling back down. Her head hit the ground with a thud.
That probably wasn't good for her health.
But she was still dreaming.
Frisk jolted back up with another huff, annoyance tingling in her gut. Her hand tightened around some grass and pulled it up in frustration.
That's when she noticed the flowers. They were large, with soft blue petals and ridged leaves. Frisk stared at them curiously. They remained still and unresponsive.
"what a meaningful exchange." Frisk mumbled sarcastically. It felt nice to be able to speak her mind, entertain herself without getting a nasty glance or mean comment. Speaking of which…
She tried thinking back to the night before. She had tripped on a root, she remembered with a slight twinge of pain in her ankle. She still had all the scrapes and bruises from the rolling, and…
She remembered falling into a hole, and nothing else.
Frisk looked around her, checking her surroundings in more detail. She was in a patch of flowers in the middle of the room, the rest of the room consisting of smooth stone floors and walls with simple decorative carvings. A single hallway led put of the room, shadow preventing one from seeing where it led.
Frisk tilted her head, weighing her options. It seemed real, but how could it be? She could of fallen down here, judging by the hole in the ceiling, but how in earth did she end up as a freaking furry?
Frisk shook her head. Maybe the flowers were like some sort of drug. Making her hallucinate. If that was the case, she should leave.
Frisk stood up slowly this time, trying to avoid putting too much weight on her ankle. She must have done something to it when she tripped.
It occurred to her how tired and beat she felt as her head began to pound. Makes sense. That's what happens when you fall down a mountain.
Frisk began limping toward the hallway. The flowers tickled her ankles helplessly.
The hallway was dark, but not very long. It led to a fancy looking door, with weak light illuminating the wall opposite to it.
Frisk ran her fingers along the side of the door, staring up at the rune carved at the top. Something about it made her heart skip a beat.
Frisk shook her head and walked through the door.
The next room was much bigger, and a single patch of grass grew in the middle. Light shone upon this patch, and there was a identical doorway opposite to the entrance.
There was a blue flower in the middle of the grass.
A smiling blue flower.
Flowers don't smile.
WHAT?
It had a face, little black eyes and a smiling mouth. It looked like fangs were ever so slightly poking from the top lip.
Frisk nearly fell over when it talked.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"
His voice was friendly and sweet. Almost too sweet, like birthday flavored ice cream topped with marshmallow fluff. (Its so good though lol)
Frisk blinked, expecting the flower to change back in an instant. But he was the same, grinning and friendly.
Frisk's stomach churned with visions of fake smiles, poison hidden behind sweetness. Looks that told her she was always alone.
"No need to look like that! I'm a friend, you see! You must have fallen down here! How unfortunate."
Frisk couldn't work up the gut to speak. She wanted to accept his friendliness, but she also wanted to spit some curses in his face and walk away.
He winked and stuck his tongue out.
"You must be confused! Don't worry, I'll show you how things work own here!"
Frisk felt a jolt in her chest as the world churned.
Something glowing caught her eye, and Frisk looked down to see a heart materialize in front of her chest. It glowed softly, with different shades of blue, green, purple and red swirling inside.
"That's your soul, the culmination of your being. Now, here in the underground, there are things called monsters. Not like what you may be thinking. But, there are things called "friendliness pellets." They help your soul grow! Now, here, I'll give some to you! Grab as many as you can!"
Little white pellets appeared next to Flowey, and began moving towards Frisk. Frisk looked around before jumping away out of instinct. She nearly fell over from the sudden jolt of pain.
Flowey let out a half hearted laugh.
"hey. You missed. Here's some more, make sure to get them this time!"
He sounds so frustrated... why... should I?
Frisk looked at the next batch thoughtfully. They moved towards her faster.
Why are they faster?
Frisk moved away again, trying to ignore the pain in her ankle and rib.
"... Why are you avoiding them? Run. Into. The. Bullet-friendliness pellets!"
Did he say bullets? Hell no.
Frisk scrambled away, feeling an animalistic growl bubble in her throat. She stopped suddenly, surprised with herself. Since when could she growl like a dog?
Flowey wasn't happy, to say the least. Actually, his smile melted away into a bloodthirsty grin, sharp fangs in display.
"You know what's going on here, don't you?" Flower's voice was much deeper, more threatening.
Frisk felt fear churn in her belly, but determination burned in her "soul" at the same moment. She stared at the flower, feeling her new ears move back. She couldn't suppress the growl that made its way past her throat.
"You just want to see me suffer. Die!"
There was a flash of white, and suddenly she was surrounded by the white bullets. They moved around her in a circle, preventing escape. Frisk looked around, the burning feeling gone, replaced by panic. What was she going to do, they were all around and coming closer-
"Oh my, what is happening here?"
Flowey froze at the sound of the deep voice. He snarled before disappearing into the ground, bullets fading into thin air.
Frisk looked shakily at the owner of the voice.
Her eyes would never forget the sight.
He was a huge, goat-like creature. He had large, curled horns and white fur. His muzzle was broad and surrounded by a thick, golden beard. He wore a purple cape pulled around to cover most of his body. Soft, regal looking fur ringed the edges of the cape. Something metallic glowed from the thin gap between both sides of the cape. He looked like a king, a king she shouldn't mess with.
"Oh..." He stared at her hard, eyes looking her over.
"you're human."
"..." she was shaking too hard to speak. She was starting to get a fight or flight feeling.
The goat king thing stared hard at her before smiling warmly.
"No need to be afraid. My name is Asgore. How did you end up here?"
"I... fell..." This monster seemed like he didn't want to hurt her, but so did that flower. She wasn't falling for it again. But... he had a genuine warmth in his eyes that she couldn't ignore.
Asgore nodded solemnly.
"I thought That much. Now child, would you like to come to my home and rest, perhaps have a cup of tea?"
Frisk bristled slightly at being called child, but the word rest sent waves of exhaustion through her legs. Her wounds stung and she was tired as hell. But could she trust this guy?
She opened her mouth to say no, but that warmth got her. She grabbed her arm nervously.
"I don't... know..."
Asgore blinked slowly.
"You look injured. If you go through the ruins with me, no monster would dare hurt you."
Frisk looked up. Well, that made sense. This guy was huge. Maybe it wouldn't hurt...
"I guess..."
Asgore gave another nod.
"Alright then. Follow me child. Oh, and would you mind telling me your name?"
Frisk flinched.
"OH! Sorry! I'm Frisk..."
Asgore smiled and laughed.
"It's alright! You have been through a lot, I reckon. Nice to meet you, Frisk."
"you too..." Frisk said softly. He seemed genuine, at least. Still, she kept a safe distance away from him as they walked through the exit. Well, walked and limped.
The ruins were large, full of purple stone and red leaves and puzzles.
Asgore explained that this place used to be the capital of monsters, and that they moved due to lack of space.
The idea of monsters was still a little odd to her. She remembered reading about such creatures, but never thought it was really true. Much less thought she would be face to face with them. There was still the possibility of this being a dream, but you couldn't feel pain in a dream, could you?
She wanted to ask more about them, but couldn't find it in her to open her mouth. This is why she liked being alone- she could open her mouth when she wanted without fear. Without worry. Now more than ever she wanted to stay on someone's good side- those horns were probably not just decoration.
The first monsters they walked past weren't scary at all. Little frog like creatures called Froggits, scared looking bugs called Whimsums and little jelly like things called moldsmals.
"There used to be many more kinds of monsters here. But the cold ended up driving them out. Unfortunately, this is the warmest place on the underground." Asgore explained.
"what?"
Warmest? She was FREEZING!
"Yes, warmest. It only gets colder the more east you go."
Frisk gulped. How cold could a place get?
"you don't have to worry about all that. You're safe here."
Here?
From the way he sounded, it was like she was going to love here forever. Or, at least, for the rest of her life.
Did she want that?
Sure, she had no friends. Sure, she was a disappointment to everyone around her. Sure, she could leave them behind for good. It wasn't them she was worried about.
It was the sky. The wind. The sun. The moon. The stars. Warmth. She didn't want this to be the last time she saw all that.
At the same time she felt bad for these monsters. It couldn't be fun living in such a cold, dark place.
"Why can't you guys leave?" Frisk asked, almost so softly she thought he didn't hear. Asgore was quiet for a few moments.
"We are kept here by a barrier. Long ago, there was a war between monsters and humans. The humans won, and they banished us here, sealing us with a barrier."
Frisk let out a sad laugh before she could suppress it. She felt a sympathy for this monster, and felt a little more at ease.
"humans sucks, don't they?"
Asgore blinked slowly.
"You are human, are you not?"
Frisk huffed.
"Yeah, but I'm not a very well liked human. There are nice people, then there are bad people. The bad people seem to outweigh the good these days... also, I don't know if I'd be considered a human now." Frisk pointed at her ears.
Asgore looked at her quizzically as he pressed a blue button to open a door. "You mean you aren't supposed to have those?"
"no. No I'm not."
"oh..." something flashed in Asgore's eyes. Frisk felt something twinge in her chest. Was he hiding something?
"I just woke up with these... and this tail..." Frisk had forgotten it existed for awhile. It felt so weird to move it, to command it. It did what her mind told it to. It was real.
"Do you know anything about that?"
Asgore looked away.
"No. I'm sorry."
As much as Frisk wanted an answer, she didn't push it. You don't push a giant goat monster with horns half the size of your body for anything.
Asgore was silent until they reached a dead tree surrounded by leaves in varying shades of red and orange and brown.
"Here we are."
Behind the tree sat an old, comfy looking home. It was small, yet looked oddly satisfying.
Asgore walked up to the door and pushed it open, the creaking of its opening echoing through the ruins. Warmth erupted from the open house.
Asgore beckoned her inside. Frisk followed hesitantly.
Inside the house smelled like a homemade blanket, and the warmth mad Frisk feel like she was just returning after being in the Snow on a winter day. She rubbed at her burning fingers, keeping her eyes on Asgore.
"I imagine you would like to rest right away?" He asked, looking at her hands quizzically. He probably didn't understand the concept of cold hands with all that fur.
Frisk stayed quiet. This house was just too... homey to seem real. Too comforting...
Asgore began walking towards a hallway to the right, looking to her to follow. Frisk did so after a quick glance at a large set of stairs leading down, her footsteps making the floorboards groan.
He led her to the first room in the hallway, opening the door for her. She noticed how much bigger he was than the doorframe, and wondered why it wasn't made for his size.
"You can rest here. The bed sheets may be a little dusty. If you want me to change them right away, let me know."
Frisk peered inside the room, giving Asgore a shy glance.
"thanks..."
Asgore smiled warmly.
"It is nothing, little one. This room is yours now, so do with it as you wish. I will go off to make you something to eat. Do you like chocolate or vanilla?"
"...vanilla..."
"Okay then. I hope you feel at home." Asgore said before walking away.
Frisk looked around the room. It looked like it used to belong to a little kid- a dusty box of toys lying in a corner and a spaceship blanket tucked neatly on the old bed. Frisk walked to it without a second thought, plopping down and resting her aching body. She rolled over so she was on her good side and closed her eyes.
Maybe she could get used to this... maybe...
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, she thought she felt something prod her side and rest there, like a dog had come to sleep with her and protect her through the night.
Chapter one is a-done!
Until we meet again
Comycat~