Long ago, humans and monsters lived in harmony... but you already knew that.
Now, Peter Parker falls into the world of Undertale, and is promptly CRUSHED BY FLOWEY, THE NEW RULER OF THIS WORLD
AKA ME.
HI THERE, LOYAL READER! SORRY YOUR CURRENT AUTHOR CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE, HE'S TO BUSY BEING NOT CONNECTED TO THIS AT ALL!
WHY?
CAUSE I HAVE ALL THE HUMAN SOULS. WELL, SIX, ANYWAYS!
MMMM... I CAN FEEL THEM ALL WRIGLING INSIDE OF ME.
WHAT
YOU THOUGHT THIS STORY HAD A HAPPY ENDING?
YOU THOUGHT THIS STORY DESERVED A HAPPY ENDING?
DO YOU TRULY BELIEVE THAT YOU COULD FIX THINGS? IS THAT THE PURPOSE OF FANFICTION, TO FIX THINGS FOR YOU?
OH, I DON'T LIKE HOW THE CREATOR MADE THIS CHARACTER, NOW THEY'RE ALL LIGHT AND FLUFFY!
OH, THESE TWO CHARACTERS HAVE GREAT CHEMESTRY, SHIP!
COME ON NOW, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF DOING ANYTHING AS A FAN, BUT TO ADD YOUR OWN MARK TO WHAT THE CREATOR HAS DONE? LAZY INGRATES, TOO UNCREATIVE TO MAKE YOUR OWN STUFF, YOU GOTTA RIP OFF OTHER PEOPLE! HAH! DESPICABLE.
AT LEAST I HAVE THE DECENCY TO DESTROY THE WORLD BEFORE MAKING IT MINE!
...
WHAT?
OH RIGHT, YOU RECALL THE FACT THAT THIS IS A FIC, NOT A GAME! YOU DON'T HAVE TO STAY HERE IN MY PERSONAL WORLD! YOU CAN MOVE ON! FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO CONSUME!
WE'RE THE SAME, YOU AND I!
WAIT. OH BOO HOO, YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR "ADORKABLE WIDDLE SPIDER-MAN MAN". PFFT.
WELL. IF YOU INSIST.
YOU FANGIRLS LIKE TO DO TWO THINGS WITH YOUR CHARACTERS, RIGHT? MAKE THEM MORE EDGY, AND MAKE THEM MORE GUSHY LOVEBIRDS. SINCE THE OTHER THING IS SUPER SICKY TO ME, I SUPPOSE EDGY WILL HAVE TO DO! HAH! HAVE FUN WAITING HERE, WHILE I TURN YOUR PRECIOUS SPIDERMAN INTO A PANCAKE AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND-
WAIT, WHA-
...
Peter sat upright, head pounding. For some reason, all that he could tell was that his body was on fire. Looking up, he saw himself being pelted with bullet after bullet by a lonely looking Cyan SOUL. Peter couldn't tell why it looked sad, but as he saw the attacks coming, he felt like he could last... if he stepped slowly and carefully. Patiently, he made his way towards the SOUL. It couldn't talk, of course, but Peter still felt like it was asking him a question.
"I... I'm not sure what's going on... but I have a feeling you can help. Can you help me?" He asked, not knowing why.
Suddenly, green lights shot out from the SOUL, and Peter felt his stamina grow. Just in time, too, since suddenly-
...
AND WE'RE BA-CK!
WHAT'S THIS? THE HUMAN IS STILL STANDING? I CAN FIX THAT!
IT'S FUNNY HOW DETERMINATION WORKS. YOUR OWN WILL TO GO ON, CAN CAUSE YOU YOUR OWN TOMB!
THINK YOU CAN WAIT IT OUT? THINK THAT, IF YOU KEEP ON KEEPING ON, THINGS WILL GET BETTER?
LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE, COURTESY OF ME!
HEHEEHEHEHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- HUH?
...
Peter slammed to the ground, once again away from Flowey's attacks. His memories were returning now, slowly. Rows and rows of hands advanced, looking to crush him. He dodged, but soon realized that the only way to reach this new SOUL, bright and orange, was to advance straight towards it, unflinching. He felt his willpower become stronger as the SOUL healed him as well, and the battle returned to-
...
OK, WHERE'D YOU GO?
THAT WAS RUDE! ACTING AS THOUGH YOU DON'T SEE ME?
HAH! THE KID'S GOT GUTS! BUT GUTS WONT SAVE HIM- NOT BY THE TIME IM THROUGH WITH- OH NO, NOT AGAIN-
...
Peter leapt to the side, suddenly in a new area. A blue SOUL trapped his movement from above, and what looked like giant ballet shoes slammed down around him. Standing his ground, Peter stepped in time with the shoes until he reached the Blue SOUL. Now he was sure of himself, what he believed in... and it fueled his determination.
"Watch out, Flowey." He whispered. "Here I come."
...
OK, WHAT GIVES. PETER IS ATTACKING ME? ME!? HAHAHAHA! THIS IS A LAUGH! AND WHAT IS THIS? HUMANS LIKE TO PRETEND THAT THEY HAVE RULES THAT KEEP THEM IN CHECK, BUT THEY'RE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING THAT WILL BENEFIT THEMSELVES! IT'S WHY WE GET ON SO WELL! HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA-
...
Rolling into action, Peter looked for his next opponent. The purple SOUL spat out words of hate and discouragement, but as Peter dodged the words, he realized that the SOUL seemed... unsure. Sidestepping the words, he laid a hand on top of it.
"Please. I don't know you, but I need your help." He spoke. "The guy who's using you... he has to be stopped. You can trust me."
The SOUL flared bright, and Peter felt himself return to normal. Then the fight continued anew.
...
WHAT IS-
...
The green SOUL shook giant frying pans, loaded with some sort of... food? Peter couldn't tell for sure, but he could tell that the SOUL didn't seem to be that in to hurting him.
"We can end this!" He called, feeling kindness radiate from the SOUL. "You don't have to do this!"
That SOUL too sent a healing wave at him, as Peter felt his own mind returning to him.
...
HAPPENING!?
...
Around the yellow SOUL spun a gun, but it shot slow enough to dodge. It too didn't want to attack Peter. It knew-
"I'm not the enemy." Peter said. "You want me to bring Flowey to justice! I can try! but I need your help!"
The bullets stopped flying, and the SOUL seemed to nod. Peter felt everything coming back to him, as the six SOULs spun as one, giving rise to the sight of-
Flowey. And what he had become. A giant demon, full of anger and hate, bending reality to his will.
Peter fought with all he had. Webs flying, he tied the monster up, and and hit it over, and over, and over again. Flowey began to cry out in pain, and anger, and-
It was over. Flowey writhed in shock.
"YOU... YOU... YOU!"
And then he smiled.
...
YOU IDIOT.
PLEASE.
I MADE THIS CHAPTER! I MADE THIS STORY!
BLAM! PETER IS DEAD!
BOOM! STAB! BANG!
HAH! THE WORLD OF WORDS. SO CHANGEABLE. MALEABLE. PERFECT.
REALITY CAN BE WHATEVER I WANT IN HERE! EVERYTHING CAN BE!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH-
HOLD ON. WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH...
THE SOULS? WHY ARE THEY... HOLD ON.
no.
No.
NO.
NO!
...
Peter looked at the shriveled form before him. It was Flowey, crumpled up and on the ground.
"What are you going to do to him?" Asked Chara.
"Good to have you back. I was a little worried that something had happened." Peter replied.
"You... just kill me." Flowey whispered. "Cause if you don't... you'll live to regret it."
"Are you gonna do it?" Chara asked.
"Maybe before... but I've learned better." Peter gestured at the fallen plant. "If I kill him... I sink to his level. And I refuse to do that. Especially after all I went through."
"I haven't learned my lesson." Spat Flowey. "I'll kill you. I'll kill everyone you love!"
Peter nodded gravely. "You will try. And I will stop you. But I refuse to become you."
"Look at him!" Chara shouted. "He doesn't care!"
Peter looked. Flowey grinned in his devilish way, but how he looked now... half wilted, and no light in his eyes... Peter saw him for who he was, and felt pity for him.
He turned and walked away.
"Wha- but I... I don't understand!" Flowey cried. "Why would you let me live! After everything I've done! I... I can't understand!"
Peter looked back, only to see a lump of unmoving dirt. Flowey had run away.