A/N: Hey, guys! Firstly, a disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, or any of the characters within it. Secondly, this is the second fanfiction I've posted on this site, so I'm still fairly new at this. I'm not quite sure if this is gonna end up being the prequel to the other fanfiction or not, but who knows? I hope you guys like this, and let's get on with the story!
Chapter One
Cindy woke up with flowers in her ginger braids and a splitting headache underneath her cowboy hat. She opened her eyes groggily, and looked around her as she tried to remember how to sit up.
The others were just starting to wake up, too. Martin pushed up his glasses, looking bewildered and confused. Janet's tutu crackled as she sat up, her deep blue eyes wide and fearful. Zach was pushing himself to his feet, wary and alert.
They were on some sort of flower patch. Cindy struggled to her feet, almost falling over as she felt a whoosh of light-headedness. She stumbled, but kept her legs under her. She looked around. Bree was just waking up, the poor kid. Cindy stumbled over to the nine-year-old, helping her to rise. She felt Bree's silk dress bunch up under her hand, and looked the child over for injuries. She seemed alright, at least.
Sam walked stiffly over to Cindy, his kind green eyes worried. "Hey, you guys alright?" he asked quietly. Cindy took stock of herself. Other than a little shaken, she didn't seem wounded. She nodded.
"Yeah. Just got the wind driven out of me. You?" Her Southern accent was strong, and her fierce grey eyes took stock of the only adult in their party.
He nodded, his apron flying in a cool breeze. "I'm alright. I'm gonna check on the others. You and Bree wanna come?" Bree's eyes lit up, and the kid nodded vigorously. "I guess that's a yes, then. Come on."
They joined the others, who stood at the center of the room. Martin was gazing up at the ceiling, where they fell through. Cindy could almost see the calculations being made in his head. He shook his head, his jet-black hair falling into his eyes. "We're not getting back up the same way we came down, that's for sure. It's around fifty to sixty feet above us. I'm surprised we lived through the fall, actually."
Zach rubbed his knuckles, more than ready for some action. "Well, aren't you the genius? Just make us a jet-pack or something. This cave's way too boring."
Martin massaged his temples, a migraine starting to form. "It's not that simple, Zach. You may be four years older than me, but you have no idea at the physics involved to actually make a jetpack, let alone the fact that we don't have any equipment for such a feat of engineering. Besides, one jetpack would only get one or two of us to the surface. We'd need five or six of the things, and even the richest of us couldn't afford that much machinery."
Zach folded his arms. "Well, how about a rocket, or a missile, or something? Just blow this mountain to bits then walk right out." Martin shook his head, his dark eyes amused and annoyed at the same time.
Cindy rolled her eyes at the boys, and pushed herself in between the two. "Hey, hey. Look, both you girls are pretty, okay? So just get over yourselves, and move on. Because there may be a way outta this hole that you haven't looked for, Zach. After all, aren't you the one always watching action movies? When someone gets trapped in by a cave-in, what always conveniently there? Why, a tunnel, of course. Now, listen up, sissies. We're gonna spread out, in search of any tunnel or chasm, or anything that might lead us outta here. Understand? Good." She pushed past the two dumbstruck boys and started in a random direction. "I'm checking over here."
She searched her part of the cave thoroughly, a hand on her holster. At fourteen, she was the youngest cop in town, and she made the best of it. After all, she'd watched some really creepy action movies herself, and who knows what kind of creatures might lurk in this cavern?
Suddenly, a call sounded from the opposite end of the cave. "I think I found something!" Was that Janet's voice? Cindy turned, marching swiftly over to Janet, who stood at the entrance to a wide tunnel.
Cindy slapped the ballerina on her back. "Good job, girl. Now, we just have to see where this thing goes, and there's only one way to find that out." She beckoned the rest of the kids close. "So, here's my plan. It looks like only three of us can fit in that tunnel, so Zach, Sam, and Janet will go first, and Martin, Bree, and I will follow behind. If you guys in front find something, let us know, alright?"
Sam looked almost amused. "Hey, in the movies, aren't the oldest kids in charge? No, it's fine, I just think that cop training has turned you into a good leader, is all. Alright, gang; let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Sam, Zach, and Janet started to make their way down the tunnel. Martin, Cindy, and young Bree followed close behind. Martin had his hand on Bree, and whispered encouragement to her whenever she whimpered in fear of the dark.
Suddenly, the wave in front of them came to a jarring halt, and Cindy walked right into a frozen Janet. She backed up a bit, her grey eyes turning annoyed. "Hey, what gives?" Zach responded, in a uncharacteristically hushed tone.
"There's something up ahead." Cindy scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, thanks for the tip, Captain Obvious. Could you at least move up so the rest of us could see?" The wave moved forward a bit, and fanned out, letting Cindy get a view of what they were looking at. "Oh."
The tunnel had opened up into a room, with something moving in the middle of it. There, bouncing energetically in a breeze, was a golden flower. But an ordinary flower doesn't have a face, and this one was staring at them with a creepily joyful expression on its face. Then, making most of the kids jump, the flower spoke, in a high, reedy voice.
"Oh, howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower! Boy, there's a lot of you. I bet you're new to the Underground, aren't ya? 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!"
Zach twitched. "Uh… is it just me, or is a flower… Talking, to us?" Sam nudged him.
"I think so, Zach." He turned to the so-called Flowey. "I'm Sam. This is Zach, Janet, Bree, Martin, and Cindy. What is this place?"
Flowey smiled. "This place? Why, this is the Underground. Home of all the Monsters within this world. But don't look so scared. I'll show you how to deal with them! Ready?"
Suddenly, a weird glow filled the room, and floating hearts appeared in front of each of the children. Murmurs of awe and surprise filled the chamber as wide eyes met wide eyes. Cindy glanced at her own heart, which was a bright yellow, like the Sun. She looked about, intrigued.
"See those hearts? That's your Souls, the very culmination of your beings!" Oh, so that's what the hearts are for, then. Sam's Soul was a deep, lush green, like a forest. Zach's was a fiery orange, expressing the rebellious teen perfectly. Bree's was a soft cyan, and glowed sweetly in the brightly-lit chamber. Martin's was a girlish purple, and Cindy stifled a giggle as she saw his mortified expression at having such a girlish Soul. Janet's Soul was a deep blue, like the sea, and gently pulsated as Janet stared at the floating heart with surprise and a quiet awe.
Cindy looked up as Flowey continued his spiel. "Your Souls start off weak, but can become strong if you gain a lot of LV." Zach's eyes widened at the mention of strength. Sam looked confused at the mention of LV.
"Pardon me for asking, but, uh, what's LV? Does it stand for something, or…?" Surprisingly, it was Janet that asked the question, her melodic voice sounding different as she stared questioningly at the talking flower. The flower frowned slightly at being interrupted, but allowed for the question.
"Yes, it does stand for something. It stands for LOVE, of course. LOVE is shared through little white 'friendliness pellets'. Here, I've got a few to spare, why don't you take one or two?"
Sam took a step forward. "I'll try it," he said with an encouraging smile at the flower, while the others exchanged skeptical glances behind him. "After all, what's the worst that could happen?"
A/N: Well, that was difficult to write. It's SO hard to write that many characters, with each of them having their own personalities and agendas, and not have them clash or turn into sorta amalgamates of each other. If you want, please review, and any advice would go a long way!
Introductions: Sam's nineteen, and he's the Green Soul of Kindness. Martin's twelve, and he's the Purple Soul of Perseverance. (try spelling that without spell check!) Bree's nine, and she's the Cyan (light blue) Soul of Patience. Janet is the Blue Soul of Integrity, while Zach's the rebellious sixteen-year-old Orange Soul of Bravery. Cindy is fourteen, and she's the righteous Yellow Soul of Justice.
So, that's the main cast! Each chapter's gonna be told from another POV, and hopefully this works. I hope you enjoyed this, and have a great day/night!