Authors note: Hey all! This is my first fan fiction ever, and I welcome all criticisms and suggestions. Like stated previously, this fic has very violent and adult content inside, and there WILL be character deaths. Quite a few, in fact. But of course, I'm not gonna spoil what occurs, you guys/gals are going to have to read in order to see who lives and who turns into a flesh abomination/goes insane. Hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter 1: Reawakening
Isaac shielded his eyes from the light that had surrounded him, and removed them when it subsided. Now this was weird. He was on the ground, and there was a circle of light In front of him. Wasn't he sitting against a pole and waiting for his death? And why was he in a patch of golden flowers? This had to be another hallucination, Isaac thought. The remnants of the marker must be fucking with his head before his death. Damn thing got what it deserved though. Isaac decided to play around with it one last time. He sits up, noticing that his surroundings look… ruined. Like, ancient castle styled ruined. Now Isaac knew it was running out of ideas. He killed the thing that imitated his fiancé, and now that Isaac was used to the markers fakery, it was digging into every horror trope it assimilated to scare Isaac. Not that Isaac cared. He might as well fuck with the marker back. He noticed that an entrance was to his left straight ahead. Past that was darkness. Isaac then realized he still had his suit on. He felt around it, the helmet, the metal bits that covered it, even taking off the helmet and feeling his bloody and roughed up face. Maybe… Maybe this was real? Isaac felt dread for some bizarre reason. Did the station exploding send him to some other place? How in the hell was that possible? Sure, there were shock point generators around the station but could they have somehow sent him into this… Crypt? Then he had another thought. What if the necromorphs had traveled here too? He knew for certain there were stragglers on the station, and they were plenty in number. The thought of fighting them again was almost maddening. He checked his inventory on his RIG. Yep, everything was still there. Plasma Cutter, some ammunition for said Plasma Cutter, a Force gun with some power left in it, a couple of health packs and a bloody rivet gun. Oh, and some rivets to go with. Then he checked his kinesis module, which surprisingly was still intact. Then he checked the stasis module, and that was fine as well, though he only had four charges. Finally, Isaac inspected his physical condition, and this shocked him the most. He was at full health, and his Elite Advanced suit was perfectly fine. NOW things were getting weird. There was NO way in HELL that his little "trip" had rejuvenated him to his fullest, and yet here it was. Isaac sighed, and decided now was the time to move forward. He moved cautiously, his Plasma Cutter ready. Seven shots, more than enough to take care of any necromorphs that may lie ahead. He moved past the dark and found another room like before, its walls cracked and purplish. Wait, purplish? Why purplish? Isaac shook his head in frustration, now wasn't the time for deconstructing the logic of his surroundings. What was more interesting was another beam of light shining on a singular flower. Oddly enough, it seemed like it had a face. This somewhat calmed Isaac. His thoughts that he had somehow brought the necromorphs infestation to earth were quashed. Earth didn't have flowers with pseudo faces on them. He moved forward once more, and suddenly a near cartoonish, happy voice called out. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" The voice spoke. "What the?! Where am I?" Isaac spoke, his voice showing a hint of confusion and slight fear. "Why, you're in the underground, of course!" The voice said in reply. Isaac then realized the voice was coming from the flower itself. Isaac froze up. Talking flowers? Okay, NOW things were getting ridiculous. Isaac shook himself again. He was certain this was an alien planet, and this "underground" was just a facility of some sort. But how did the flower-thing speak English? Isaac stored that thought for later. He decided to ask the flower-thing a question. "How the fuck are you talking?" Isaac spat out. He wasn't sure why he added the "fuck" to his question. Hopefully the flower-thing wouldn't take offense. "Well, I can speak because I have magic flowing through me! Everyone here does!" the flower-thing happily replied. Isaac practically shut his mind down when he heard that. Magic. FUCKING MAGIC. Unitoligists made more sense then what this flower was saying. Alien diseases that turned you into a monster when you die, sure. A cult that worships said monsters to the point of calling them angels, alright, that's fair. But magic? As in the stuff nerds freak out over when they see it on TV? This was going too far. "The hell are you talking about? Magic doesn't exist!" Isaac almost shouted. The flower still kept its cartoonish smile and black, blank eyes that seemed to pass through Isaac. "Well, it seems your new to the underground." The flower explained. "Let me teach YOU the basics!" It finished. A star like object came out of its left eye, and its tongue was sticking out of its lips(?) to the side. Isaac twitched at the star object, its shape giving bad memories of a specific song. Suddenly, the room went dark. Now Isaac was in a black and white void, "Flowey's"colour drained to look like a drawing. Suddenly, a heart shaped object busted out of Isaacs's chest. Isaac fell to the ground, briefly screaming seeing his OWN DAMN HEART burst out of his chest, disregarding the suit and his skeleton entirely. Then he noticed the differences. For starters, this heart was like the ones he sees on valentine cards, but not pink. It was pure blood red, and it beat at the same speed as his actual heart. Then he noticed that unlike a valentine heart, this seemed to be encased in an engineering RIG suit. "See that? That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" "Flowey" explained. At this point, Isaac was getting more used to the bizarre terminology of this place. Maybe this "Magic" was just a term for technology here. And this "Soul" was just a very weird version of a RIG. Isaac felt more comfortable with that. He barely noticed the flowers look of near terror when it looked down at something.
Flowey's side
It seemed to be a regular day here in the underground, as Flowey would think it would be. The idiots further on would do their idiot things, while Flowey here would concoct his master plan. He would show them. ALL of them. The monsters, the humans, everyone. No one would be safe from his vengeance. So it just so happened that day that things changed. A loud crash and fizzing noise came from the room ahead of Flowey. For a while, nothing. Flowey decided the time had come for his plan to get into effect. The moment the fool that showed up came into this room, he would play his façade and steal his/her soul in a snatch. All of them were weaker than Flowey anyway, so a human should be easy peasy, right? But what came out of the entrance was not a human. Or, well, something that LOOKED like a human. This was a tall, metallic THING that had glowing blue lines on its "face", its body was covered in metal and fabric, and in its hands was something Flowey couldn't even classify. But since this thing looked tough, maybe it was more powerful than a human? Perhaps its soul was stronger then everything in the underground AND surface? This thought sent Flowey into a power hungry driven joy. Yes, all would go to plan. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower!" Flowey spouted off. It was his trademark trap, being such a simple greeting that even the most stubborn person couldn't resist to reply back. In this case, the metal giant nearly jumped back at Flowey's voice. "What the?! Where am I?" The metal giant spoke, its voice electronically enhanced. It sounded confused and scared just how Flowey liked it. "Why, you're in the underground, of course!" Flowey replied. Funny, how these people could be so clueless. One more reason to hate them. The giant stood there for a moment before it said something. "How the fuck are you talking?" It asked. Flowey didn't even twitch; the word had no meaning to him. "Well, I can speak because I have magic flowing through me! Everyone here does!" Flowey faux happily replied. The giant stood there again for a few more moments, like the idiot it was. "The hell are you talking about? Magic doesn't exist!" It nearly shouted. Flowey nearly broke his character just hearing what this metal fool was saying. It didn't even know magic existed? How could he exist then? There was NO way a human was in there, that's impossible! It looks so heavy, and clunky, it just looks plain unusable. Nonetheless, Flowey continued his sacrificial crash course. "Well, it seems you're new to the underground. Let me give you the basics!" Flowey exclaimed. He then engaged in combat with the giant, and forced its soul to come out. What Flowey saw was near impossible. The soul was encased in a smaller version of the suit the giant was made of, those same three stripes going horizontally, glowing light blue. Flowey composed himself, and decided to continue. He could take this fool on. It would just take a bit of time. "See that? That's your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!" Flowey explained, still staring at the giant's soul. He noticed the giant was entirely focused on its soul, as if it was a malignant tumor growing on it. This was the chance for Flowey to read off its stats. This was when Flowey started to panic. This soul… This soul had SEEN things. It had done things Flowey couldn't believe, fought things that would drive him insane. It was at the highest level, its soul was so powerful. Its description read as such. "Isaac Clarke. The savior of humanity, and scourge of the markers." It read off. Flowey then saw something, a memory perhaps? It showed… creatures made of meat and bone, horrific scenes of violence, symbols that made Flowey's mind hurt and itch. Oh god, did Flowey want to scratch that itch. It pierced through his body, digging into every inch of his form. He then heard a voice inside his mind, a distorted and screechy kind of voice that demanded attention and more….
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