Hana: Well, lookie here! A new chapter.

Frisk: ...

Hana: Never realized having a silent protagonist would be difficult in an A/N...

Flowey: Eh.

Toriel: My child needs not speak if they do not desire to...unless you have a problem with that?

Hana: No, no, no! Not at all, ma'am! (I didn't realize Underfell Toriel was scary...)

Frisk: -tugs on Toriel's sleeve-

Toriel: Yes, my child?

Frisk: -holds up Flowey-

Flowey: -groans- The kid wants you to not scare the author like that.

Hana: ...erm, okay...? I don't own Undertale, it belongs to Toby Fox, and Underfell isn't mine either.

Frisk: -is filled with Determination-

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+ - Chapter 1 – The Caretaker - +

Everything hurt. Even your hair felt as though it were in pain. You winced as you came to, first and foremost, taking in the open ceiling above your fallen form. You could just make out the sky above. It was getting dark out, you noted. Slowly, and carefully, you sat up, putting your hand to your head. So, it wasn't your hair that was hurting, but your head itself. That was good to know.

As you removed your palm from your forehead, you grimace the moment your hand was reveled back to you.

Blood. You were pretty sure it wasn't a good thing…but still good, as it meant you were alive. Looking up again, you wondered how you survived such a fall. You decided to look around, biting your lip. There wasn't much here. The walls were too tall for you to climb, and even if you were a good climber, there was no way possible to even find a foothold. You supposed there was only one—

"We were so close…so fucking close, and you ruin it! How could you fucking ruin a perfect run like that?!"

You screamed in fear at the disembodied voice. Your panicked eyes were looking all over the room for the owner.

"Well, that's a rather fun reaction you got there. What, did a rat scare you? Oh, boo-hoo. A scary rodent."

You ask where the owner of the voice is coming from.

But nobody replied.

You gulped, and got up, your legs shaking in pain. You were definitely hurt a lot more than you thought. Just where on earth were you? Stars, that fall must have hurt you more than you realized. Everything ached, if not hurt worse than…something…? The sleeves on your blue and pink-striped turtleneck sweater were in bad condition, and you were more than sure that the rest of your attire was surely in equally worse condition.

One step at a time. You decided, making your way out of the room, wincing with every time weight was put on your right ankle. You were pretty sure you sprained it. Inch by painful inch, you made it to the door leading out of the room. Through the threshold, was another room, a patch of sunlight illuminated the center, and there cowered a lonely flower.

Cowered? You peeked back to the other room, taking notice — for the first time — a pile of yellow flora, most to which were crushed from your fall. Strange how you never noticed before.

"Y-You a-actually stopped…? You didn't go t-to the end?"

You screamed in surprise, falling backwards, and injuring your ankle further, you cried, unable to keep the tears at bay.

"W-wait a minute…y-you're not…them, are you…?" The yellow flower seemed surprised and confused. "I…I don't get it…"

You ask the small flower what he's talking about.

"What's your name?" The flower asked of you instead.

Any distraction from your current injury was rather welcome. You tell the flower your name is Frisk.

"Frisk, huh…" Your new acquaintance muttered something under his breath, before shaking his head, and looked at you. "Nice to meet you Frisk. I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower…and you're painstakingly new to the Underground, am I right?"

You nod.

"It's dangerous for a human like you to be here. You look so weak. Easy prey for even a whimser of all things."

You ask Flowey what he means.

"Frisk, here in the Underground, there's one rule that everyone from the moment they are born should know." Flowey solemnly said to you. "And that rule is 'kill or be killed'."

Kill or be killed? That…that wasn't any way to live.

"And yet, that's what the universe dictates." The dark voice in the back of your mind affirmed. So, you weren't going crazy…you have been hearing a voice that wasn't yours. "I was skeptical at first…but it looks like you really can hear me. Consider me impressed, partner."

The voice calling you partner sends an uncomfortable chill down your spine.

"Frisk, are you listening?!" Flowey appeared very frantic to get your attention. "Frisk, you need to get out of here! Like, now!"

You begin to panic, frantically asking Flowey what he meant.

"There's no time to — ack!" Your eyes widened considerably, as a ball of fire flew straight past you, and hit Flowey from the side. Scared, you turned to see the perpetrator. It was a…goat?

"My, such a pathetic weed trying to save an innocent youth…greetings, my child. I am Toriel. The caretaker of these ruins. I often come here to…see if any undesirable things fall into my domain." She had come up to you by then, allowing you to see her full form.

She was tall, and had you been standing, you would've been face-to-face with her stomach…so perhaps she wasn't as tall as you were making her to be. She was covered in fur, all of it pure white, though unkempt. She had long fluffy ears that just touched her shoulders, and the sclera surrounding red irises were a striking yellow. Atop her head were a pair of horns, not exactly super long, though you were pretty sure only male goats would've had longer horns anyway. She donned long tattered robes, with a strange rune over her chest. Dark blue draped over her shoulders, and was torn around the white sleeves and skirt, where an equally torn white fabric was seen beneath the blue.

As far as you were able to tell in your quick analysis, the tears that were seen on the white fabric of her legs were deliberately torn just above her knees.

"So, you've been injured, have you not?" Toriel's grin was plain as day on her face. You didn't like the sound of that. What made matters worse was that you knew you wouldn't be able to move around with your ankle the way it was.

Despite your fear, you shouted the first thing that came to your mind.

"But nobody came." You heard the other voice mock.

Despite the obvious statement, you saw that the goat woman stopped in shock at the single word.

"D-did you…did you just…call me…'mother'?" And just like that the situation had diffused. "I…oh my…mother…"

You were crying out for your own mother, if you were being honest…however, the way Toriel looked when you called out to a woman you knew…you knew was no longer with you. Or even a part of your world any longer.

You felt…

Something.

"My child…" Seeing the melancholy displayed on the one that originally tried to kill you… "would it…make you happy…to call me that?" You realized something important about her.

You didn't miss the look of desperation. But you also apprehended that Toriel was…a lot like you. Lonely. Scared…you hadn't a mother in the longest time…how long ago had it been since you last called anyone by that title?

You heard a low grown from behind you. That was Flowey, you realized. Was he okay? You looked to the where the injured plant was. He seemed worse for wear.

"I suppose I should get rid of this weed."

You tell Toriel not to do that, and that Flowey was your friend.

"I'm only doing what it is best."

You shook your head, your eyes pleading. Perhaps you could convince her to spare him?

"Hah! Her sparing anything would be a miracle on its own. She lost her ability to show MERCY a long time ago."

You doubted that. Everyone could be good if they tried.

"…does this weed make you feel happy?"

You nodded.

"I suppose…then I will not destroy it…" Your smile was bright, and the voice in your head was speechless. Toriel seemed pleased seeing such an innocent look. "I will get you healed up…oh my…I hadn't done this in a while…"

She kneeled before you, placing a humanoid paw on your injured ankle. You ask her what she's doing but stop midway when you felt a nice warm feeling on your ankle. It was very welcoming, and felt like…

Something you couldn't put a word to. Nice? Before you knew it, all the pain in your body was gone. Like you didn't just fall into a random feets-tall hole.

"Try standing, my child." Toriel instructed, as she stood up.

You did. Slowly, and carefully, your face brightening in glee when you felt no pain. Without thinking, you hugged Toriel, face snuggling against her stomach. A timid hand rested on the back of your head, whilst another on your shoulder.

Warm…

"I…" Toriel cleared her throat, "Well, I haven't hugged anyone in a long while…it's…a nice feeling…to have again…"

You peek up at the goat woman.

"Come, my child, I will lead you through the catacombs." You were released, and Toriel headed into the next room.

"What the hell?" Flowey asked in confusion. "You're…not dead? What did you do?"

You told Flowey you convinced Toriel to spare you both.

"Wait, what?! How? That shouldn't be even remotely possible!"

You shrugged, before walking to Flowey, and picking him up. The flower wrapped his vines around your arm.

"Why're you taking me with you?"

You asked Flowey if he would rather be left here alone.

"Eh…not exactly, no…I guess I should go with ya to make sure you don't get yourself killed."

You giggle, and then proceed to follow Toriel into the next room.

"Okay then…you're an odd one, aren't ya, Frisk?"

"This should be…interesting." The voice purred.

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The strange voice fills you with a sense of unnerving...but seeing the new chapter fills you with determination.

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