Flowey: Neither Undertale or Earthbound belong to this idiot. They belong to the idiots who created them.
{Toby Fox and Shigesato Itoi}
Flowey: Yeah yeah, just start reading!
Zarvan: Yeah, the MOTHER Bros only knocked you unconscious. Unless you were a robot. Or a Mt Itoi monster. Or a Starman. And those last two make Ninten's and Ness' pacifist status a bit...Ambigous, depending on whether you consider Starmen people. Glad I caught you're interest though! Stick around and review some more!
crazy dragon ninja: Thank you for pointing this out. pooped on me. It's fixed now. And I've checked to make sure that it didn't happen this time around didn't happen this time around. And yeah, Ninten's a pretty good match for Undertale! Though the no offensive PSI might not last forever, heh.
Chapter 2: The RUINS
I don't like waking up in strange places. It was just a thing that bothered me. Maybe because whenever I did wake up in a weird place, it was always followed by danger. So when I woke up in an extremely soft bed, with a super soft pillow under my head and a super warm blanket covering me? I panicked, I'll admit. I immediately leaped to my feet, tossing the blanket away. Immediately I noticed a problem.
"Why am I in PJ's?"
And then I noticed something even more important.
"Ahh! My hat! Where's my hat!?"
I searched the room, but there was no sign of my cap. Or any of my stuff.
"Piss! Where are they?"
I shook my head and tried to think. The last thing I remembered was a talking flower and a woman...
"Okay," I sighed, thinking. I'm in a strange house, and the last thing I remember was being attacked by a flower.
This meant nothing good.
"Okay," I said again, "First thing first, I gotta get my stuff. And then I gotta get out of here." And so I looked around the room. It was cheery and rosy, an assortment of things strewn everywhere. Cool toys, coloring books. And a buncha shoes, all different sizes. I shuddered.
"Okay, not a good sign."
I debate for a moment whether or not to use Telepathy. And then I open my mind. The memories of several children suffuse through my mind. The sound of footsteps. Of laughter. Of silence.
"Time to get outta here," I mutter. I looked out into the corridor sneakily. The halls were bright with sunny colored walls. I look back into the room. With a wave of my hand, the bed fixed itself, a pillow placed under the covers, and the lamp is turned off. I stare at it for a while, making sure it didn't try anything funny. And then I tiptoed into the halls. I tried the first door at the end of the corridor. It was locked. The second door wasn't.
Unlike the room I was in, this one was a pretty shade of blue. A large queen sized bed laid in the corner, next to it a huge bookcase. Like, really huge. I couldn't even reach the top shelf. Not that that would've stopped me of course.
"Whoever lives here must be pretty tall," I remark as I look at the shelf thoughtfully. Really tall...I search the room. It was pretty normal. There were socks in the drawer and a cactus in the corner.
"You don't have a face, do you?"
But what wasn't was the journal on the table? As soon as I saw it I started to flip through it. Personal privacy? What's that? The ink was dry and the words were really pretty, with curves and fancy swerves everywhere. But I'd be darned if I knew what it said, considering that is was written in gibberish.
"Well this does me no good," I sighed. I didn't want to Telepathy this room either. And it wouldn't help me to escape, that's for sure. But as I left the room, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that the room was familiar.
It was only much later that I realized why.
"Okay, just gotta be quiet. Which means shutting up right now."
I sealed my lips and tiptoed through the hallways. None of the three bedrooms had any of my stuff. Which meant I had to explore the rest of...whatever this place was. Couldn't leave in just my jammies, could I? At least that's what I told myself as I stared at the front door. There was no reason I couldn't just walk out the front door right now. Just walk out the front door. Just walk away.
Yeah right! Like I could just leave without my hat!
I pressed up against the wall, and slowly peeked past the door. A living room meets me.
It was a cozy scene. The entire room was only illuminated by the fire murmuring in the fireplace, warm red light reflecting off of scratched wooden boards. Another large bookshelf sat in the corner and a variety of tools laid in an umbrella stand next to it. A dining table with three chairs sat across the room, papers strewn across the surface. And something was sitting in a large comfy recliner.
I don't know why, but my mind told me that the thing sitting in the recliner was a woman. She was wearing a deep purple robe, an emblem on its chest and long white sleeves covering her arms. A thick tome was held by large paws. Which wasn't that weird, considering that she looked like a goat. She had short white fur, two small horn peeking out of her head. Long droopy ears hung at the side of her face. And I don't know how those thick glasses were being held on her face, Maybe it was the snout? Sure wasn't the ears. Regardless, she was...Pretty. I didn't know how else to describe her. She just seemed...nice.
Didn't mean I would just go and say hi, though.
"Oh, you are awake?"
I froze as my heart leaped into my throat. The thick tome made a muffled 'thump' as the lady closed it, and she stood up to her full height. Gulp. She was really, really tall.
"I was wondering when you would wake up," the goat-lady said pleasantly as she walked towards me.
I furiously considered whether or not I should run.
"Why are you hiding? Come on out."
Muffled footsteps followed.
"S-Stay back!" I stammered, stepping out into the open.
The goat-lady paused and looked at me in surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm warning you! If you come any closer, I'll...I'll hit you with my hand!"
Wow. That sounded pathetic. But I raised my hand threateningly and tried to glare.
Soft red eyes narrowed.
"That is a very rude thing to say, young man," the goat-lady said sternly.
"Sorry!" I instinctively said. I immediately clamped a hand over my mouth.
The goat-lady's glare softened.
"That is okay. Waking up in a strange place must have been very difficult. You must have been terribly frightened," the lady apologized.
I shook my head.
"Nah. Hasn't been the first time that's happened to me."
The lady seemed worried for a moment, before shaking her head.
"Either way, you must be hungry, yes?"
My stomach decided to rumble at that exact moment, and I felt my face heat up.
"Uh, yes ma'am."
The lady covered her mouth and gave a short laugh.
"You are a polite young man, aren't you? There is no need to call me ma'am, my child."
The lady gave a smile, and two fangs peeked out of her mouth.
"My name is Toriel. Now, would you like dinner?"
The pie wasn't Prime Rib to be sure. But I knew good food.
And this exceeded good food.
"This is amazing stuff lady!"
"Heh. I'm glad you enjoy my cooking so much!"
I looked up from the slice of pie and at Toriel, who was sitting down at the other end of the table.
"No, I'm serious lady! This is some of the best pie I've ever tasted!"
Toriel smiled, her fangs peeking out again.
"You flatter an old woman so!"
"What kinda pie is this anyway?" I asked, shoveling another forkful into my gob.
"Oh! It's my specialty, Snail Pie."
"Hrk-!?"
At that moment the sound of a door opening rang out.
"Oh? I wonder who that could be?" Toriel turned and stood up. Meanwhile, I attempted to prevent the Snail Pie from going down the wrong pipe. I superstitiously nudged the plate away with some Telekinesis.
I heard muffled footsteps and I glanced towards the hallway just in time to see a kid.
They were wearing a worn blue and pink sweater, and torn blue shorts. Their shoes were scuffed and dirty. Their choppy brown hair looked like it was self-cut, and a couple of bandages were stuck on their unimpressed face. The kid started to smile on seeing Toriel. And then they saw me, and the smile slipped. I waved. Still unimpressed.
"Ah, my child! Did you have a nice time outside? Are you well?"
Toriel took long strides and started to fuss over the kid. The kid made a show of acting annoyed, but he could feel the happiness radiating from them.
I felt a bit out of place, honestly. I tried to fiddle with the Franklin Badge. But my hand met nothing and I remembered my stuff was still missing.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I haven't introduced you two yet!"
I looked up to find Toriel smiling at me. The kid was in front of her and stared at me impassively. Toriel nudged the kid and made a 'go on' motion.
The kid looked at her, before taking a step towards me.
"Hey. I'm Ninten," I said, flashing a thumbs up.
The kid was silent. Maybe they were shy?
"...sk…"
"Excuse me?"
The kid looked back at Toriel, who gave an encouraging smile, before turning back to me.
"...Fr...sk…"
"Frisk?" I repeated.
The kid nodded, and Toriel clapped her hands.
"Splendid! Now that you two have met each other, may I ask something of you Frisk?"
Frisk turned towards Toriel curiously.
"Frisk, could you show Ninten around the RUINS?"
RUINS? Was that where they were?
Frisk tilted their head.
"No reason, my child. I just thought that it would be nice to show Ninten around."
Frisk bit the bottom of their lip. Toriel's eyes softened.
"Please, my child?"
Frisk nodded after a moment, and Toriel smiled.
"Splendid. Ninten-" she turned towards me, "-Frisk will show you around the RUINS. Normally, as Gatekeeper, I would do it, but I thought it would be healthy for you two to explore together!"
Frisk looked less than pleased.
"Uh, okay?" I said.
"I'm going to need something other than my pajama's though."
"Of course. Here, I'll get your clothes."
With a final tug to make sure my hat was firmly on my head, I was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror, flashing a thumbs up. Perfect. I mean, if I had a baseball bat with me I'd feel safer. But I had my two fists. So at least that was something, right? I stepped out of the room and walked towards the front door. Toriel sat in her recliner, glasses on once more as she poured over another thick tome. As she saw me, she waved.
"Be careful out there! Stay safe, my child."
I flashed a thumbs up.
"Don't worry about it ma'am! We'll be fine!"
Toriel's smile seemed small for some reason, but she waved nonetheless as I walked out the front door.
Outside was...Purple. Honest to god purple. The dirt underneath my shoes and the stone above my head were brilliant shades of violet.
Red-Orange leaves were neatly raked to the sides of the house and a pile of them laid under a leaveless black tree, gnarled branches clawing at the sky- er, ceiling. And on those gnarled branches, Frisk was swinging their legs, looking at nothing. I walked up to them, not saying anything. It looked like they were deep in thought.
I stood there for a moment, silently watching Frisk. And then I opened my mouth.
"Hey!"
Frisk jerked in surprise, and the branch snapped under them, sending them to the ground.
"Whoa!"
Before they could hit the ground, he ran under them and used Telekinesis. They slowed down. But not quickly enough.
"Oof!"
"...?"
"Could you please get off me?"
Frisk looked down and then immediately scrambled to their feet, red-faced. I got up slowly, groaning.
"You're pretty heavy, you know that?"
Frisk frowned and started to walk away.
"Hey, wait up!"
They didn't seem to hear me.
"Hey!"
They kept on walking.
"I don't know what your problem is, but will you just wait for a moment?"
Frisk stopped in their tracks, and looked back at me, wide-eyed. I ran up to them, panting.
"Jeez, not so fast. I got asthma, y'know?"
"...?"
"Huh? Oh, that? That's just Telepathy."
Frisk tilted their heads.
"Y'know, PSI? Psychic powers? Stuff like that?"
Frisk nodded slowly. I stared at them thoughtfully for a minute.
"You don't speak much, do you?" I asked.
Frisk frowned and started to turn away.
"Wait!"
"What!?"
In the moment of silence, Frisk stared at me in shock. I grinned.
"Well, you can speak after all. Or at least think, y'know."
"What is…?"
"I just opened a telepathic connection between the two of us. Don't wanna speak? No problem! Think instead. And if you don't want me to hear your thoughts, just imagine a door closing and you'll block out this conversation."
I smiled. Man, this was a good idea!
Frisk just stared, before walking off.
"Hey, I said wait!"
"Why?"
"I could ask the same thing. Why are you pissed off at me?"
"...W-What?"
"Don't try to lie," I said aloud.
"Ever since I've woken up, I can feel your irritation when you look at me. And I don't think I did anything to you."
'...Were you reading my thoughts the entire time?"
Frisk seemed mad.
I fiddled with my Franklin Badge.
"Nope. But when your as strong a psychic as I am, well, you can feel people's emotions even if you're not trying. It's caused...problems in the past."
I shook my head.
"I've learned how to block out most of the world. But strong emotions and thoughts still leak out sometimes."
The anger radiating from Frisk simmered down a bit, and was replaced with sour...guilt?
I waited for Frisk to think something.
"Well? I mean, if I made you mad or something, I'll make it up to you."
"You...You didn't do anything."
"Okay…?"
Frisk shook their head.
"Look, it's nothing. I'm...I'm sorry if I was being a jerk…"
And they did sound sorry. So what did I do?
Well, I forgave them of course!
"No problem. I think we got off to a rough start. So let's start over!"
I flashed a thumbs up.
"Hey! The name's Ninten! Pleased to meet ya!"
Frisk didn't do anything for a moment, and he mentally sighed. Darn, tough crow-
Soft laughter rang out. Frisk smiled, and it was as if they were a completely different person.
"...Frisk…" Frisk said with a smile. I grinned.
"Well, nice to meet ya, Frisk! Now then, mind showing me around?"
"So what's with this place?"
'What do you mean?'
"Well, Toriel said this place was called the Ruins right? Why is that?"
I mean, I could clearly see why it was called the Ruins. All the purple walls were cracked and old, the floor fractured with vines underneath their feet. And it was seemingly old and devoid of anything. But it was still a weird thing to call your home.
Frisk shook their head.
'Not the Ruins. The RUINS.'
I rubbed the back of my head.
"Okay? And this is where you live?"
Frisk nodded and they walked through an arch and into another room. The first thing I noticed were the three large marble pillars. And then I caught sight of the steel panels below my feet.
"Uhh?"
Frisk continued forward and I followed forward. There was a 'shnk!' sound, and I turned my head to see the spikes jutting out of the panels.
"This place has traps?" I asked apprehensively.
Frisk nodded and in a swift movement, stood up straight and placed their hands on their hips.
'Welcome to the RUINS. Allow me to educate you in the operations of the ruins.'
Frisk ran ahead and ducked behind a pillar. There was a click, and the spikes slide back into the ground. Frisk popped back from behind the pillar.
'The RUINS are full of puzzles. Ancient fusions between diversions and door keys. One must solve them to move from room to room. Please adjust yourself to the sight of them.'
…
"Wow, you totally just sounded like Toriel right now."
Frisk flushed and stared at me indifferently.
I smiled.
"Don't worry, I get it. This place is full of puzzle's right? And all I got to do is solve them?"
Frisk nodded and I smiled.
"Well, that doesn't seem too bad. What are we waiting for?"
Frisk nodded and turned, walking ahead. I quickly followed. The next room...was exactly the same as the last room.
"Aha! This is another puzzle, isn't it?"
Frisk nodded.
"Thought so."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Aren't you going to solve the puzzle?"
Frisk shook their head.
"I have to solve them, don't I?"
Nod.
I sighed.
"Alright, I can do this."
I started to wander around the room. Frisk just stood where they were, watching them.
"Alright, just gotta think…" I uttered. I look around the corner. The next doorway is still blocked by pointy spikes. But I do catch sight of a sign etched into the wall.
"Okay, a hint."
If you can read this
Press the red button
I blinked, before turning to stare at the red button behind the pillar Frisk was standing at.
*Click*
The spikes ground back into the ground, and I stared at Frisk.
"Was that really it?"
Frisk nodded and lead the way into the next room. Which was exactly the same as the previous two.
"This again?"
I walked to the sign on the wall, Frisk not following, and I read it carefully.
If you can read this
Press the blue switch.
I looked around. I could only see the red and yellow. But if the room was the exact same as before…
I cast my mind around the room and felt the button hiding behind the pillar around the corner.
*Click*
I stared at Frisk again. A least this time they seemed embarrassed. Though whether it was because I completed the puzzles so quickly, or because the puzzles were that easy, I didn't know.
"Next room?"
Frisk nodded.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me."
The next room was, guess?
The exact same as the previous ones.
"Y'know, if this whole thing is actually an insidious illusion that makes us think we're progressing while in fact we've been stuck in the same room because I pressed the wrong button? Then that'll be pretty cool."
Frisk coughed and pointed at the next doorway. A doorway unimpeded by any spikes.
"Well, that's just disappointing."
I kept on talking about this lack of challenge while we walked into the next room.
"I mean, what kind of puzzle was that?"
I looked around the room.
"This room doesn't even have a puzzle!"
Frisk kept on walking, not commentating.
"If this is what the rest of this place is like, then-"
"Ribbit."
I blinked and looked around. We had entered the next room without me noticing. And there were three giant frogs surrounding us. I immediately snapped to attention, flaring my mind. How could I lose focus like that!
The minds of the three frogs came into view. Each was buzzing with power, and...fear?
I felt something tug on my shirt, and I glanced to see Frisk.
'Stop.'
It wasn't a request. It was an order.
I reined myself in and took a closer look at the frogs. All three of them stared at me apprehensively, backing away and croaking quietly. I felt a rush of guilt. I almost just Flashed a bunch of innocent frogs.
"Uh, sorry about that. You just kinda...surprised me."
The frogs didn't say anything. But Frisk stepped in front of me and started to talk to them. It was the most I heard Frisk talk so far, and it was smooth and unfaltering. Unlike when they spoke to me.
Soon the frogs had been calmed down, and I learned that they were Froggits. A type of monster that lived in this Underground. The Froggits greeted Frisk with cheerful ribbits, and Frisk smiled and talked to them in turn.
It made me feel left out, to be honest.
"Ribbit."
I blinked and turned to see one of the Froggit's staring at me. I quick check revealed the other two still talking with Frisk.
"Ribbit." The Froggit said once more.
"Sorry, I can't speak frog."
The Froggit rolled their eyes and a moment later he felt a spark of...something. It didn't feel like anything he had felt before.
"Ribbit (How about now, Human?)."
I blinked.
"How did you do that?"
"Ribbit (A simple translation spell. Anyway, I wish to speak with you)."
"Fire away then."
"Ribbit (Why are you here?)."
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Ribbit (Why are you here in the Underground? Why are you here with Frisk?)"
"No real reason. Didn't plan on coming here after all. And Frisk and Toriel are helping me out. Cause they're nice people."
Something that this frog here didn't seem to be.
"...Croak (...You are not here to hurt Frisk?)."
Wait, what?
'Where the heck did you get that idea?'
The Froggit seemed momentarily surprised with the Telepathy but continued to speak.
"Ribbit (Word has spread about your powers, Human. Dangerous powers)."
'Well, thank you for the compliment.'
"Ribbit (If you think to hurt Frisk…)."
'Chill. I don't pick fights. Besides, Frisk seems like a good person. I'm a good person. Ergo, we don't fight.'
"Ribbit (...Very well)."
Before anything else could be said, Frisk called out my name and motioned to the next room. I shot the Froggits one last look as we left, Frisk proclaiming that they would be back. And the Froggits cheerily croaked their own goodbyes. All except one, who stared at me right until we left.
"You seem pretty friendly with the monsters."
'?'
"Aren't you scared of them?"
'No.'
Frisk was silent for a moment before continuing.
'They're all nice. None of them are scary. All you have to do is be nice to them too!'
Frisk's tone was firm and absolute.
But not completely confident.
Agh, bad Ninten! Stop trying to find the subtext underneath every sentence!
"Well, that's good. Still, they are monsters," I said doubtfully.
'...'
I was startled as Frisk grabbed my hand and started to drag me along.
"Hey, wait! Where are we going?!"
Frisk remained silent, but it was a different kind of silence. An angry, stern silence.
Did I mess up again?
Frisk dragged me into an empty room. Like, cobwebs empty. The only thing in it was a sign and-
"Is that gold?" I asked, surprised.
Frisk stopped in front of the sign and I read it over their shoulders.
"Spider Bake Sale?" I read, dubiously. Frisk let go of my hand and went to one of the cobwebs, rooting in their pockets. And then they dropped several gold coins into the web. Right before my eyes the coins were taken away by a couple of spiders. And another one skittered out of the web with two purple donuts. Frisk took the donuts and murmured a thanks. The spiders pirouetted away, waving their legs happily.
"Did those spiders just-?"
Frisk shoved a donut into my hands and waited.
I fumbled for a bit, the only reason I didn't drop it was because of a fine grasp of Telekinesis and glanced at Frisk in confusion.
There was an expression on their face. It was slight, but it was there. And the emotion radiating from them was more than enough to tell me that Frisk was mad. Really mad.
I looked down at the Donut. It was a dark purple and seemed to be...Rubbery. Still, I didn't want to make Frisk any madder than they already were. So with a gulp, I took a bite.
It was...Sweet. And tangy. And tingly. It was...Tasty. Which was surprising. But I soon finished off the treat and looked at Frisk, who was wiping their mouth with the back of their sleeve. Their expression was neutral once more.
But you'd need more than just a heck of a poker face to fool a psychic.
'This time, I know I did something wrong.'
'...'
'C'mon, give a guy a break! I'm not sure what I did, but-'
'MONSTERS aren't monsters'
The thought was the equivalent of a whisper. But it was still loud enough to stop me in my tracks. And the meaning in them…
Frisk didn't look at me.
I groaned.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Piss, I, I u-uh...I messed up big time didn't I?"
"..."
Nice job Ninten. You've pissed off the only other human down here again. And this time, you know exactly what you did.
I looked over my options.
Apologize? Good, but would come off as cheap and insincere.
Ignore? Fat chance.
Smooth over with a present? I'm pretty sure the MONSTERS wouldn't except and money I had. Or even my ATM Card.
…
'Frisk.'
Frisk didn't say anything. I continued on regardless.
'Frisk...I'm sorry.'
People underestimated what sincerity could do. Ever been hit by full pure sincerity? Honesty like that usually blindsides people.
Frisk hesitated, before looking at me with their expressionless gaze.
"...MONSTERS aren't monsters. Based on what I've seen so far, they're far from it. But you really can't blame me for being defensive. After all, I didn't exactly have a warm welcome."
Frisk's gaze lessened, and I felt a twinge of fear and sympathy.
"But everyone else has been nice to far. I'm just not used to monsters being nice I guess."
I waited for a response. Anything. Something.
Frisk was silent for a moment, before walking towards the door.
Wonderful. Fantastic. Great going, Nin-
'Aren't you coming?'
I paused in my self-beration and looked at Frisk in surprise.
It wasn't a smile. But it was close enough.
Slowly, I gave my own smile to match Frisk's not quite smile.
"Sure thing."
I didn't know what to make of Ninten.
He was awkward and cool at the same time. Confident yet hesitant.
But he was definitely friendly. And that made you feel guilty about the cold shoulder you had given him at first.
And he was rude, that was for sure. But it was an accidental rude and he always apologized after that.
I admit that watching him going through the puzzles of the RUINS, eagerly trying to prove himself was funny. Watching him try to get past the Falling Leave's room and failing made me laugh. And then when Ninten simply glared and floated above the cracks in the floor, I clapped.
And Ninten always kept talking to you, keeping friendly conversation.
Ninten was above all nice.
"So," Ninten said with a huff, landing on the ground after hovering past another Falling Floor. I had taken the long route.
"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this?"
I smiled and told him about how I fell into the UNDERGROUND and how Toriel saved me.
"I knew she was a good person!" Ninten said happily, walking through the leaf piles. You waved at the Froggit in the corner of the room, who ribbits cheerfully. Ninten does something similar. Ninten had made an effort to be friendly with each MONSTER they had passed. And you still giggle as you recall Ninten's distraught face as the Whimsun he had greeted enthusiastically broke down into tears and ran away.
You suddenly get an idea, and you playfully look at Ninten.
"What's the face for?" Ninten asks, semi-apprehensively. He had been apprehensive each time I had mentioned another puzzle. Maybe this is what Toriel felt like, making you go through puzzles?
If so, being Toriel was fun!
'Follow me!'
Thinking instead of talking was weird. But it was also more comfortable? Whatever it was, Telepathy was cool.
You run into the candy room, and Ninten follows after you.
'Catch!'
"Hu-?"
Ninten manages to catch the piece of Monster Candy you threw at him. I unwrap the orange candy and pop the piece in my mouth, enjoying the flavor and the buzz of magic it sent down your body.
Ninten looked less than pleased with the flavor.
"...It's not bad," he said at last. I laughed and wondered if I should tell him the flavor.
"It's pretty buzzy whatever it is. Real sugar rush."
'That's the MAGIC.'
Ninten looked at me in surprise.
"Magic?"
'Yeah. All Monster food is made out of magic. That's why it heals you.'
"...Food heals you?" Ninten seemed surprised.
You nod.
'So if you ever get hurt, just eat some food!'
"...That seems like cheating."
You laugh, and Ninten cracks a smile.
"It's easier than a PSI Life-Up that's for sure."
You tilt your head.
"Just another PSI I got," Ninten said with a grin.
I pouted and pushed Ninten slightly. I might as well have pushed boulder with what good that did me. Ninten didn't even budge an inch. Ninten's grin grew larger, and I glared at him. A moment later you two start laughing.
And you're filled with DETERMINATION.
'Alright, this is the last test.'
I watch Ninten nod, ready to face the challenge ahead, and I inwardly grin.
'You must…' I try to think of your most dramatic thoughts.
Ninten's pose changes slightly.
'...Make it to the end of the room all by yourself!'
Confusion passes Ninten's face and I take that moment to run full speed away from him. By the time I'm at the end of the room, I'm huffing and puffing. But I still smile as you hear Ninten's voice from far down the long corridor. I quickly hide behind the pillar nearby and wait. Ninten's voice gets louder and louder, and soon he's at the end of the corridor, muttering.
I wait in baited silence.
"You know I can feel you behind that pillar, right?"
I pout, before popping out from behind the pillar and frowning at Ninten.
"Not my fault you chose such an obvious hiding spot," Ninten said blandly.
I try to maintain my frown. But I can't anymore, and I smile instead.
'Congrats! You've made it through the RUINS!' I cheered.
Ninten looks at me in surprise. And then he smiles bashfully, fiddling with his hat.
"Heh, it was nothi- 'Watch out!'"
Ninten's eyes widened as you shouts- no, screams that last thought, and his hands stretch out towards me, his eyes glowing.
And suddenly the world flashes into black and white, and you feel the tug of your SOUL appear. And then the SOUL shattered as a vine impaled it. And the world spirals into blackness, and you can't breathe anymore, and the painthepainthepain-!
And you can't see anymore, you feel a dud thud and you realized you're on the ground. You can't move your arms.
You heard laughter. Laughter that sends chills down your body, and you whimper. It comes out a gurgly mess.
And-
Darkness fell.
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Flowey's Notes: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Now let's see the brat explain this!
AN: Not much to say here. Except for perhaps what the flower said above. Lucky Ninten's there, eh?
