(Warning: This story will later contain fetish content.)

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An Undertale Tale
Chapter 1: A World Found Untainted

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The wolf's eyes slowly fluttered open as he found himself laying on his back, staring up at dim light, shining down on him from far, far above. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around. He was sitting in a patch of...sunflowers? Down at the bottom of a hole? He wondered how he even survived the fall anyways.

Then he remembered the horrid pain in his shoulder.

Pain shot through his body as his eyes widened, an agony-filled shriek escaping his throat quickly. He grasped his left shoulder and jumped to his feet, wobbling a bit. He had to find a way out of here, and find a way to treat his wound before any sort of infection could set in. Shivering slightly from a small breeze coming from somewhere, he walked down a rocky, jagged corridor, hoping to find some kind of exit or escape route. The long, dark, seemingly endless corridor was rather unsettling to the young wolf, as he cautiously glanced around him at the walls nearby, unable to get used to the eerie silence.

Though he remembered, he was conveniently prepared.

The helmet he wore on his head, a yellow 'construction worker' type helmet, with a built in headlamp, was a gift to him from a long time ago, and now it was coming into play.

His memento…we liked wearing silly hats back then…

The wolf smiled at the very distant memory, before he stopped and knocked on his helmet twice lightly, the light flickering on.

Now he could see, and at the end of the hall was an arch of stone, leading into a larger open room with light shining down in the middle.

The light in the room had shined down from somewhere in the darkness above onto a small, circular patch of grass. The wolf, however, almost paid no mind to it. He had to search for a way back to the surface. He would've bypassed the room completely...

...had a face-sporting-sunflower, grinning a simple, yet disturbing grin, popped out of the ground in the center of the grassy patch.

"W-Whoa!" The wolf stumbled back, feeling his heartbeat suddenly pick up. Though a mere sunflower with a face...it still gave off a bad vibe of sorts.

"Hiya, buddy!"

The flower spoke - rather cheerfully, actually. The wolf felt slightly more...calm...than he did before, but he was still terrified.

"C'mon pal, nothin' to fear!" The flower spoke up again. "I'm Flowey; Flowey the Flower!"

The wolf calmed completely, staring blankly at the flower named 'Flowey'.

That…is literally the dumbest name I've ever heard…

"Geez, kid, you much of a talker?" Flowey's smile faded as he cocked an eyebrow. "What's your name, anyways?"

The little wolf hesitated. "…I-I…c-can I trust you…?"

"Course you can, kid!" Flowey's sincerity on the subject definitely sounded fraudulent to the wolf, but he ran with it anyways. He needed the help from someone to figure out where he was. "So, c'mon, gimme a name before I give you one myself."

"…Z-Zerrith…"

"Zerrith, eh? That's a nifty name." Flowey giggled. "Welcome to the Underground, kid!"

"…th-the Underground?" Zerrith asked, finally getting up to his feet, trembling slightly.

"Yep! That's where you are!" Flowey "nodded", which was him only bobbing his head up and down a bit. "And since you're new here, it's time for me to show you the ropes!"

"The ropes…?" Zerrith was confused.

"You see, everyone in existence has a Soul…and down here, your soul is super important!" Flowey explained. "It's the very culmination of your whole being!"

The wolf now felt a strange…aura inside him. He assumed this to be his Soul, the one Flowey referred to. It…pulsated within him, and the feeling was very foreign…

…but strangely, it felt all too familiar as well.

"Normally, everyone's Soul starts out weak, but you can make it bigger and stronger by gaining lots of LV!" Flowey added.

"LV…?" Zerrith cocked an eyebrow himself. "What's that?"

"Why, 'Love', ya dope!" Flowey replied.

L-Love…

Such a word hurt the wolf. Love was something Zerrith had cherished for a long time, and he had never received any. He felt tears start to well, but refrained from crying and maintained his composure. Flowey suddenly seemed so…caring. Very outgoing, but caring, compassionate…trustworthy.

A small smile formed on the wolf's face.

"Down here, Love is shared through little, white…" Flowey stopped for a moment, appearing to be thinking. "…'friendliness pellets'."

"Friendliness pellets…?" Zerrith seemed content. Even if he barely knew this flower…he really craved love. Such a warm feeling like that, something he desired greatly…he would take even a small piece of it now, if that was all he could have.

"Want me to share some with you?" Flowey asked. "Here!"

A few white pellets circulated in the air over Flowey. Zerrith eyed them happily, feeling overjoyed. This place was so mystifying…he had forgotten about everything before, even his wound, though the bleeding had stopped.

"Go on, catch as many as you can!"

The pellets slowly descended towards Zerrith as he slowly walked towards them, before sprinting to them, smiling. He stood still, arms apart, ready to feel the love he wanted.

Instead, he felt pain and betrayal.

His world went silent as the bullets – not pellets, bullets, all five of them – pierced his chest in a perfect row, flying straight through and leaving a line of bleeding holes. The look of shock, anguish, and hopelessness on his face made Flowey far too content with himself. Zerrith dropped to his knees, feeling weak, as a few tears had started streaming down his cheeks.

They were formed as tears of joy, but they left as tears of sadness.

"You're a damn idiot, kid!" Flowey grinned maniacally. "Who gives two shits about real love?!"

Zerrith couldn't respond, his breathing simply picked up rapidly as he found himself unable to move, feeling the blood from his chest pool around his small, frail body.

"In this world, it's kill or be killed! Who would pass up an opportunity like this?!"

A large circle of bullets formed around the child's body, aimed at him. Zerrith silently glanced around fearfully at all of them, unable to crawl or pull himself away.

Th-This is it…th-this is where I die…

Z-Zerrith choked out a sob. "I-I…I-I don't w-wanna die!"

Flowey continued to grin sadistically.

"Die."

He laughed evilly as the bullets slowly shot towards the child.

I don't wanna die…I don't wanna die…I-I d-don't w-w-wanna die!

Then, he felt the pain fade. The blood that pooled around his body vanished, and he felt his body feel much more…strengthened. He felt…generally better. He slowly glanced at his chest. The bullet holes were gone entirely, and not a speck of blood was anywhere on his body. Even his shoulder wound from before had been healed.

W-What…what?

Even Flowey was confused. "What the…?"

Then, a small flame flickered into existence to Flowey's left. The flower glanced at it, only for it to fly forward and knock the flower around, forcing Flowey to retract into the ground.

What…what…what's happening…?

Then, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and pick him up. He felt himself being gently cradled by a pair of warm…loving hands. He felt his Soul resonate positively with whomever was holding him.

Then he heard them speak, and it was a woman's voice.

"What a repulsive creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…"

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~End Of Chapter~

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