Hana: This is fun...this is very much fun~

Frisk: -giggles-

Flowey: Calm before the storm, if ya ask me.

Frisk: -pouts-

Hana: I agree with Frisky-bits here. Be nicer, Flowey. So, I don't own Undertale, that belongs to Toby Fox, Underfell is a fandom thing (though I still wonder who originally came up with it...hmm...) Enjoy the new chapter~!

Frisk: -waves-

Chara: (Will I actually be introduced for who I am, or am I just gonna be the 'voice in their head'?)

Frisk: -shrugs-

Hana: What's with the shrugging, Frisk?

Flowey: I don't care enough to figure it out by now.

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+ - Chapter 3 – Making Friends! - +

Upon entering the new room, you took a look around. It was small, and the first thing you saw was a pile of leaves. Feeling giddy, and ran to the pile, wanting to play.

"I know you're ten, but geez, really? I stopped playing in the leaves like that when I was nine."

You ignore the voice.

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Playfully crinkling through the leaves fills you with Determination.

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You giggled as you sent a few leaves flying into the air, only to watch in mesmerized awe as they slowly returned to the ground. You continued the process, before your phone rang. Curious, you answered.

"Hello? This is Toriel." Goat Mom's voice sounded. You smiled to yourself. Toriel's nickname was now goat mom, and none would tell you otherwise. "You have not left the room, have you? I should hope not, my child. There are trap puzzles I actually need to explain."

Trap puzzles?

"They're dangerous puzzles." Flowey explained, "The entire hall we came out of was one of them…though what lies ahead is basically worse than what you somehow navigated."

"He's quite a killjoy. I wouldn't intentionally lead you to death."

That was a relief…

"Or, perhaps I might. After all, the rules ae 'kill or be killed', partner."

And there it went. Stupid ghost voice…

"…all in all, they would be too dangerous to try and solve them yourself…please try to be good, alright?"

You realized that you might have missed something Toriel said. But at least the last part seemed important, didn't it? You weren't too worried…just a little bit worried.

"Ribbit, Ribbit!"

You replace your phone, and turn to where you head the ribbits. There was a lone Froggit.

"'Excuse me, Human. I have some advice for you about battling monsters.'" The voice began to interpret for you. A moment of thought brought to your attention was that this was the same Froggit from before.

"They look the same to me." Flowey muttered. "How can you even tell?"

"As I was translating," The annoyed spirit muttered, "'If you ACT a certain way, or FIGHT until you almost defeat them, they won't wanna fight anymore…like the fight you had with me earlier. You're a nice human, and I've never known someone's MERCY before…thank you for being kind.'"

You smiled kindly at the Froggit, and promised to continue being kind to others. You received a grateful thank you, before it hopped off. Deciding you were done here, you headed into the northern room. It was small, with two still waters set against the west and east walls. There were vines in the center of the northern wall, and in the center of the room was a pedestal with a bowl.

"It says to take one." Flowey informed you. "It's safe, so don't worry. Toriel never bothered with this room, so there aren't any traps here."

You took a piece of candy. You placed the item into your pocket. Eying the bowl, you wondered if one was enough…it wouldn't hurt to…right?

You took more candy. How disgusting.

You took another piece. You feel like the scum of the earth.

You go to take another, but the bowl fell over. "Great job. You took too much too fast. Now all the candy is on the floor."

"The sign said to take one, Frisk." Flowey sighed. "No use crying over spilled candy, I guess. Let's get going."

"Look at what you've done."

Three candies was enough, you figured, and left the small candy bowl room…though your invisible friend's comments were mean.

"Hey, I say it how it is."

You decided you weren't surprised. "Frisk, just follow this path, alright? We'll head to the next room."

You took your plant friend's advice and headed into the next room.

"You'll need to fall to get across."

What exactly did that— You screamed in surprise as you fell through the ground, landing on a pile of leaves below. Even if they did cushion your fall, you still suffered when you landed on your butt.

You looked to your floral companion with a pout.

"What?"

You complained to Flowey.

"There'd be no point to explain this one. You would've faltered. And then where would we be?"

As much as you didn't want to admit it…he was right.

"Just go up those stairs, and we'll be on the other side of the trap."

Sighing, you got up, and dusted yourself off, before making your way to the door farthest from you. If Toriel had to come through here, then weren't there holes from before? You decided to ask Flowey that very question.

"Why aren't there holes from Toriel falling through?" The flower repeated your question, before thinking a little. "Hm…that's probably a good question. I never actually thought about it before. Maybe she just crawls through the passages in the hall, walks under, and just does things that way?"

Once you climbed up the stairs, you took a look at the opening that was revealed to you. You could fit through with no problems…but Toriel? There was no way! She was bigger than you were…

"Eh…don't tell her that. I hear she's touchy on her weight."

"She kinda is."

You didn't mean she looked heavy…just too tall to fit through…it occurred to you then that you had spoken your thought aloud. You glowered.

"Need help getting down?"

You shook your head and told Flowey you can get down yourself. It didn't take too much effort, and you hung on the ledge, before releasing yourself, landing on your feet. This puzzle seemed easier than others.

"Might wanna get going." Nodding in agreement, you continued on your way. The next room had a rock.

"Three out of four rocks recommend you push them." Said the disembodied voice. You weren't sure what that was supposed to mean…before you could take a step further into the room, you phone rang.

You picked it up.

"Child, this is Toriel. For no particular reason, do you like cinnamon or butterscotch?"

That was an odd question. You noted.

"No, hold on, let me guess! Is it cinnamon?"

Why would she assume it was cinnamon? You meekly tell her you actually prefer butterscotch.

"Oh…i-is that so? I'm sorry, you see, normally when I meet a human, I-I seem to know what they like…p-perhaps I am…off my game…?" She hung up. You stared at the phone for a little while. Did you offend her? Was she mad at you?

"Hey, if you're done panicking, push that rock onto that button over there."

A few steps into the room, and your phone rings again.

You answer. Flowey growls in annoyance.

"You wouldn't…turn up your nose if you saw cinnamon on your plate, would you?"

You say you wouldn't, and that you didn't dislike cinnamon at all. You were getting worried over the nice goat lady…

"Hey. I did the damn puzzle for you why you were busy zoning out." Flowey groused. "Ain't ya supposed to do this yourself or something?"

You hadn't noticed that Flowey had released your arm to set back into the ground. You blush a little out of embarrassment.

"Geez…you humans sure are weird."

You stuck out your tongue in retaliation, but other wise walked past your physical companion, and headed into the next room. There were three gray rocks here…you decided on heading to the first one on the left, when suddenly…

"Try paying more attention, partner." The voice chided. "You tripped into a line of Moldsmals."

So that's what these were anemone-like these are…your eyes lit up as you realized you said 'anemone' correctly for once. Score one for yourself!

"Frisk…"

What do you even do in this situation? You eyed all three Moldsmals taking note of how they all just, kinda wiggled.

You wiggled your hips. Moldsmal wiggled back.

"What a meaningful conversation." The voice said. One of them…did one of them sexily wiggle?! Oh, this was how they flirted! You realized with glee. It was short-lived, however when you realized they were still ready to attack.

You successfully dodged the attacks, but weren't sure how you managed that. You inhale through your nose and manage to catch the aroma of lime gelatin wafting through. It was a pleasant scent, really.

You spared the Moldsmals.

"You won!" Cheered the voice, "You even got a lone gold piece for your trouble."

With the battle out of the way, you could focus on your new target. Getting those rocks onto the plates! The first two slid easily enough…

"Who in the bloody hell do you think you are?!" You screeched in surprise. The third rock wasn't like the others…this one could talk!

You ask if the rock could move.

"I ain't moving for nobody." It growled out. "You wanna get past? Then do it yourself, sugar plumb."

You try to reason with the rock…but it's stubborn.

"Lemme try." Flowey lowly said. "Listen here, pal. Either you move willingly and stay where you should…or I'll turn you into rubble. Capiche?"

You wondered what kind of face Flowey made to scare the rock so badly…but a part of you really didn't want to know.

"Nice to know some of that part of him is still there." What did that mean?

"C'mon Frisk. Let's go." The Flower grumbled, latching himself back onto your arm.

Sighing to yourself, you hurry across the descended spikes heading into the next room.

You saw some cheese on a plate on a table…but it looked like it had been there for a long while. You could see mold growing on. You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

You heard a squeak behind you. Turning around, you found a mouse. Its large eyes looked at you with an almost hopeful expression. It wanted the cheese…but it couldn't eat it with how moldy it was. You offered it a candy instead. It sniffed the treat, before snatching it, and running into its little hole in the wall.

"Why…would you give it a candy for?" Flowey asked.

You asked Flowey if he would eat the moldy cheese on the table.

"…no." The flower relented. "Alright, I get it." The flower relented. Satisfied, you continued on. Perhaps someday, there will be cheese that mouse can enjoy…

You walked from the small hall to the next room. You didn't miss something lying on top of a pile of leaves.

"Z-z-z-z-z-z-z…z-z-z-z-z-z-z…" It was a ghost? "Z-z-z-z-z-z…z-z-z-z…are they gone yet…?"

You wondered why the ghost was saying 'z' repeatedly…that wasn't how snoring actually worked…

"You should try moving it with force."

Why would you do that for?

"Frisk, there's not way around him…we'll need to move him with force."

"Do you…think you have that right…?" You nearly screamed in surprise when , the ghost suddenly got in your face.

"Here comes Napstablook." Said your own ghost narrator.

"Be careful, Frisk! Napstablook isn't a friendly ghost!"

Napstablook seemed very angry…he was tinted red over their ghostly pale completion. You weren't sure if he had teeth or what, but his mouth was pointy looking. What do you do in this situation?

"This monster doesn't seem to have a sense of humor."

"I'm real funny!" The ghost sneered, "I dare you to say something else to piss me the fuck off!"

Thinking quick, you try your best to cheer up the ghost.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I gave up figuring them out a while ago." Sighed your mysterious voice. Could they hear each other? You couldn't actually see your ghost though…

You decided to try cheering up Napstablook again. You tell them they didn't need to be angry, and you'd be more than happy to talk things out with them.

"What makes you think I need to talk about anything?"

Tears spilled form his eyes, and you barely managed to dodge the oncoming attacks.

You gave Napstablook a patient smile. His defensive behaviour diminished a little, you could tell by their form slowly relaxing.

"…"

You cheered Napstablook on again.

"…alright…I'll bite…watch this…" The angry ghost became meek, as his tears rose up. He made a hat. "It's called…'dapperblook'…"

It was very dapper. You tried flirting. You giggled in glee when the ghost blushed.

"O-oh no…"

"You won!"

"How does cheering an angry guy up even help you win in this scenario?" Flowey asked.

"I've been down…a lot…my cousin basically ditched me for the chance at fame…they won't make it in this world…we had a fight…why am I even telling you anything?"

You explain that sometimes it's better to get things off your chest. Bottling things up isn't good on anyone, even if they are incorporeal.

"…I guess…I do feel better…I usually come here 'cos there ain't anyone to piss me off…but…you're not bad."

You smiled brightly, and then told Napstablook you'd always be willing to listen if he needed an ear.

"…thanks…I'll get out of your way now…"

Napstablook disappeared, clearing your path.

"…I have no idea what just happened, or how you did it…but I'm starting to believe you'll make it farther than I thought you would." Flowey said. "We're almost there, let's go."

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We got to meet Blooky! The angry-at-the-world ghost monster! Woo! This was interesting, to say the least...because he's meek...but also mean...in this AU.

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