Nafriskenta, or Nafi for short, looked pretty normal. Brown hair, brown eyes, five foot tall, wore a purple and pink striped shirt, had square eyes, and wore a cape with a large sword shaped patch sewn into it.

Overall, looked pretty normal for the time. Except for the cape, which attached to buttons on her shoulders. However, it was specifically designed to have many pockets, and when you're mining, you need somewhere to put the stuff your mining.

Nafi had a pretty simple morning routine.

1. Wake up.
2. Check room for intruders.
3. Get up.
4. Check house for intruders.
5. Get breakfast.
6. Check for poisoning.
7. Eat.
8. Check outside through all five windows for intruders
9. Collect mining equipment and snacks.
10. Check for poisoning in snacks.
11. Check outside again.
12. Pack equipment and snacks in pockets on cape.
13. Put on cape.
14. Check outside again.
15. Leave and go mining.

It was simple, not short.

Nafi was probably the most paranoid person you would ever have the misfortune of meeting. Moments before you died because you ether snuck up on her or she would misinterpret the look on your face for evil intent. Either way, you're dead. Paranoia isn't her only personality trait, she is also very kind, spending her days not working watching the animals around the mountain and helping any who are injured.

From days past to today, the area around what was known as Mt. Ebbot was mostly unchanged. The forest was thicker and the mountain did look slightly like swiss cheese, but the land was relatively the same.

Because the mountain was so holey, Nafi loved using it as a mining ground and the thick forest as cover for the walk there, back, and any of her more odd time wasters.

You see, Nafi was not normal in any sense of the word, past or present.

For one, she was a vegetarian in a world where meat was basically the best food. Spending a thousand to two thousand years eating nothing but grain, fruit, and veggies probably had something to do with it.

Second, she was rabid about history books pertaining to before what was known as The Changing. Her grandparents lived in an old museum, and she spent a few years living there when she was younger. Because of this love, that was how she knew what she had third.

She had a cheat console and HUD. Not in a helmet, but just as powers she had.
Swipe her arm while concentrating and the console popped up in front of her hand, squint and the HUD appeared in her vision. The console allowed her to create items, give existing items new effects called 'enchantments', and teleport to a preset destination.

The HUD allowed her to see the damage something could do to her, how much damage she could do to it, how much damage it could take, and where it was. That last one she didn't need to have line of sight, so it acted like a radar. The other three appeared as attack, defense, and health respectively. She could also check her own stats to check health.

Why could she do these things? She didn't know and she didn't care, it was useful for surviving. Still, sometimes she felt like she was living in a video game.

Back to the present, she climbed the mountain ready to continue mining, looking for a cave she had not been in yet. It didn't take that long actually, and before long, Nafi had started to mine the resources out of the walls, dropping torches as she went to light the way back.

She got very far in very quickly, almost to the middle of the mountain in almost an hour. Things were going well until she heard something behind her.

Nafi readjusted her grip on her special pickaxe. This tool was designed to switch between sword and pickaxe easily specifically for situations like this.

She switched the tool to sword mode as Nafi swung behind her, burying her sword deep in the side of the Enderman behind her.

Endermen were the one thing no one figured out where they came from. No one wanted to. Endermen could teleport and they had poisonous skin, to try and kill one was suiside.

Nafi slowly looked up at the Enderman as it screeched in pain, internally cursing herself for getting into this situation. With a shout, Nafi was thrown into the wall courtesy of the Enderman's swinging arm meeting her shoulder.

She was barely able to get her sword up in a defensive position before the Enderman was on her again. She batted away its attack and she swung at it, cutting the Enderman's arm off it's body.

The shock that it no longer had an arm allowed Nafi to scramble up and get farther away. Not far enough away however, as she fell to the floor courtesy of a leg sweep from the Enderman. Unluckily for the Enderman, Nafi had just enough control of her fall that she was able to fall backwards and stab the Enderman in the chest on the way down, wounding it considerably. It teleported off the sword and didn't come back.

Nafi stumbled to her feet, ready to call quits for the day. Her arm and leg stinging from the Enderman's poison. She checked her stats, 9/20 health. Good enough.

As she started walking she pulled out a homemade potato based ration bar from her cape to eat. She thanked her boots for keeping the poison off of more of her leg when the stinging got worse as she walked.

Maybe she got a concussion when she hit the wall or the poison was affecting her more than she thought, but as she walked she drifted into daydreams. In her daydreams, she never noticed that she made a wrong turn, heading deeper into the mountain and towards a very deep hole.

She barely stopped before she fell into the hole, snapping out of her thoughts and noticing it right before she would have stepped into the air. She moved to go around, but the ground had different ideas.

With a loud CRACK and a scream Nafi tumbled down the hole, losing consciousness when she landed.


Nafi smelled flowers. There were no flowers in her house.

She immediately reacted, tossing her body up to protect herself from danger. And almost immediately fell back on to the yellow flowers again due to pain.

The memories of her battle and fall came back.

"Son of a Creeper's spore sack!" She growled out in anger at herself.

Nafi retrieved her sword from where it had fallen, stashing it in it's special pocket in her cape, before looking around the cavern that she found herself in. She couldn't climb back up the hole, she was in too much pain. The only other way was to go forward, deeper into the cave.

With a groan and grumble, Nafi dragged herself through the cavern, never noticing that she passed by a pair of ruined pillars.

It was dark, yet there were no undead. Nafi was thankful for that, she had no torches left and she probably couldn't run away in her current state.

She finally found a small patch of light, illuminating a yellow six petal flower.
"Howdy!"

Nafi reached for a weapon, before her injuries made themselves known. She held back a grunt.

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!"

Truly, the plant was talking.

"Hmmm... You're new to the UNDERGROUND, aren'tcha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!"

Suddenly there was a floating red and green dual colored heart in front of her. Flower looked surprised for all of a second before going back to smiling. She squinted at the suspicious flower bringing up her HUD. 10 defense, 10 attack, 10 health. Easy killing.

As she was doing that, Flowey continued talking, "See that heart? That is your soul, the very culmination of your being!"

She checked the heart and got her own stats, so the flower wasn't lying about that.

He continued to talk, "Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV. What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you? Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

The flower flicked his leaves and small white pellets materialized and started floating towards her.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white... "friendliness pellets." Are you ready? Move around! Get as many as you can!"

Nafi forced down her pain and jumped to the side, dodging the pellets. Replying for the first time, "Even if you didn't give me the creeps, why would I trust something being nice?"

The flower again was surprised, but it only lasted a second before his face morphed into something demonic.

"So you do know what's going on here! DIE!"

The pellets circled her, giving her no chance to escape.

She was reaching for her sword despite the pain when the pellets suddenly disappeared. A fireball came out of nowhere, barely missing the flower as he ducked into the earth.

"What a horrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth," said an anthropomorphic goat wearing a purple dress, in almost a motherly tone.

Nafi moved back quickly, trying to get away from the fire slinging goat. But she tripped, letting out an involuntary groan as her injuries made themselves known from her new position in the floor.

The goat gasped, "My child! Your hurt! Let me help you."

Nafi was unable to move back as the goat descended on her with glowing green hands. She resigned herself to her fate, until her injuries started to heal. Nafi squinted at the goat as she asked, "Why are you being so nice? What do you want from me?"

80 defense, 80 attack, 700 health. Definitely not getting on her bad side.

The goat had a surprised look as she asked, "Is life on the surface so horrible that you question someone helping you?"

Nafi gave a look somewhere between a glare and an incredulous stare, but stayed silent. A beat of silence passed before she asked another question, "What's your name?"

"I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to fall in a very long time." replied the now named Toriel. She pulled Nafi to her feet when she was healed, and motioned for her to follow.

"Come, I will show you through the catacombs." Toriel walked off through another tunnel.

Nafi rubbed where the Enderman had poisoned her, marveling at the fact it was healed. She looked after Toriel, seeing the goat had stopped and was waiting for her.

She sighed to herself, "I'm going to regret this..."

Nafi followed Toriel.