Behind Closed Doors: Chapter 1 - Now What?
...Well, you honestly didn't expect this to happen.
Where relief was, there was now pain. Quite literal, sharp, throbbing pain. Everything felt so free for a brief moment.. the cool wind rushing past your body effortlessly, gravity smoothly but rapidly bringing you closer and closer towards your unknown destination. You closed your eyes and smiled, but not long before an abrupt -WHAM!- against the ground.
You had no idea how long you had been out.. all you know now is that 'Everything hurts' is a complete understatement about your current well-being. A couple loud groans and a pain-filled shout leave you before you manage to roll over onto your chest pushing yourself up before realizing that- Yep, one of your arms was broken.. forearm, great. Pretty sure your ankle is, too.
Even though pain is racing through your body you glance around at your new surroundings, wishing you had the sun directly on your skin again. Now you're at the bottom of some cave, on a mountain, in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Thank god adrenaline was coursing through your body or you wouldn't have even managed to get up.
When you started to limp, putting your weight on your left, not-broken foot, you wince and bare your teeth with each step. As you pass through an oddly-adorned stone-doorway, you spot another well-lit spot, tilting your head before stumbling back the moment a flower spontaneously sprung up from the dirt. That wasn't even the most bizarre part.
"Howdy! I'm Flo-"
"JESUS CHR- What the ffff...uck?!" You put more emphasis on the f, but got quieter as you started to realize that swearing wouldn't be the best idea in this situation, even if it's the most favorable in your mind.
Stumbling back caused you to hit the floor again, recoiling and grunting in pain, holding your oddly-bent left arm with your right hand while intensely staring at the talking flower. Those were the two words that were glued in your mind as the nerves through your body rewarded your dumb actions with pain. Talking. Flower.
At first, it seemed like the flower didn't expect this at all.. like it was waiting for someone else. The flower cocked an apparent eyebrow, staring at your arm with fascination. "Golly, that really looks like it hurts, pal! Need a hand?"
The flower offered a cute wink and a playful show of tongue, only causing more concern as panic left your mind. You cleared your head for the brief moment and covered your eyes with your thumb while the rest of your hand masked your nose and lips, shaking your head briskly before looking again.
..Well shit, this is real. Either that, or pain is one hell of a hallucinogenic.
"...Think I'm gonna pass on that one, uh... Mister Flower." You raised your right hand and politely objected to the help, briefly looking around this room as well before holding on your left forearm again. Not much different than the other. Rock walls, rock-floor, rock-ceiling. The only thing that stood out was that patch of grass, the sunshine, and the now seemingly-irritated flower.
"Gee, seems pretty stupid to refuse help with an injury like that.. and it's not 'Mister Flower', silly, it's just Flowey! Flowey the Flower." The word stupid was laced with frustration, but the rest of the statement seemed a little too friendly.. like, creepy friendly. To be honest, you didn't exactly respond with politeness either after all, pain had it's way of blocking your idea of being kind.
"Well hey, where I'm from we don't exactly respond with painstakingly obvious comments like '~Oh hey, that looks like it hurts!~' either!" Your brow furrowed slightly in annoyance and it seems like the flower's did too, noticing you mocking it's shrill voice before retorting.
"Look buddy, you're not exactly 'where you come from' anymore, are we?" After that comment, the Flower's face completely did a 180 and donned a bright, friendly smile. "You're in the Underground, now! You'll need to know how things work down here!"
Ugh, that fake tone was so irritating, but what else were you going to talk to? The dirt? After about seven seconds you pinch the bridge of your nose before glaring at the flower with a clear show of distrust.
"...Alright, I'll humor you. What do I need to know?"
This is, in all honesty, my first attempt at writing a fan-fiction.
I guess I was just letting off steam and inner thoughts with this, but I wanted to see where it'd lead. I'd appreciate feedback and criticism!
I'd always like to improve on my writing and learn more, and I'd also like to know if anyone would be interested in reading more of this. I have quite a bit planned! I'll post chapter two soon after this one.
-RampantMemory