The initial sensation was like falling forever, unable to breath, unable to think. In a state of non-existence. Disconnected.

Then, a presence. Something pressing, forcing the breath out. The sensation coming to a halt. Cut off by the feeling of wind, and the painful sensation of impact. The force broken only slightly by a bed of golden flowers, thick and intertwined.

Laying in the bed of flowers, was a human with brown hair, and a green striped shirt. Face-down, twitching absently in dull pain. A hand reached down, and adjusted the human slightly, before withdrawing into the dark.

The first semblance of thought drove itself into being. Forming, twisting, tiredly compelling itself into creation. It was an analysis of the situation, beginning with a low pained whine. A choice made to articular how generally painful everything was, in that moment.

Turning just enough to glance up, it appeared the humans present location was due to a high fall. Something someone might imagine wasn't going to be comfortable, admittedly. Having experienced it firsthand, the human could attest, it was uniquely unpleasant.

Taking a deep breath, she let out a few little sobs of pain, a sense of identity and self coming back to her. Her fingers twitched involuntarily, digging into the soil, before getting a grasp on it. Briefly fumbling, and falling back to the dirt, and flowers. Eyes, red, scanning them over.

Her sense of thought was still expanding, returning to something beyond basic observations. Namely a thought was forming, a thought beyond the basic observation of pain. It was something profound, prophetic, perhaps. Something dignified, and persevering. That would stand the test of time, until the last whimpering moments of existence.

A sentence of great power.

"Hello, dirt...we meet again." She managed a crooked, pained smile.

Letting out a little laugh, despite how it hurt. The human proceeding to lay there, for about ten minutes. Suffering, in relative silence. At which point her breathing normalized, and she pulled herself to a sitting position. The world seeming to woosh, and sway, her vision bitter and blurry.

She was left wobbly, with awkward blinks, and confused glances. Everything felt heavy, her head swinging involuntarily as a sick sensation filled her stomach. Making her feel like she wanted to puke, or that she might.

As it calmed, she started to properly look around. Scanning the faded red walls of this place. Taking in the dark shadows that hung everywhere, save for the flowers. They were left as illuminated as she was, under a pillar of light.

At a glance, everything felt somehow familiar, yet incredibly foreign.

"Thanks...flowers." She mumbled, picking one up. "I uh..."

Despite how she attempted, she couldn't remember much of anything. Aside from...a hand? She looked around, finding herself alone. Perhaps that was a dream.

Her head hurt something awful, some blood dripping onto the flower, from a spot on her forehead that was bleeding. Pressing it, she stared briefly at her bloodied fingers. Processing, and then shaking off the confusion. She couldn't feel that pain, the rest getting dull steadily. Was that normal?

She brought herself back to the situation at hand. "Where...am I?" She asked, carefully rising to her feet. "Hello?"

Naturally, given the room was empty of everything aside from herself, she didn't get an answer. The youth getting up properly, standing. Stumbling, catching herself with arms outstretched in either direction. Gradually bringing her feet to meet once more.

The presence of a warm breeze ran across her face, coming from somewhere above. Registering it, she looked for the source, noting that it appeared to be coming from a doorway. The only doorway here, which led...somewhere. Her vision blurring, and settling off and on, as she looked at it.

Curiously, she started over, giving the door slight pull open. Peering within, she found the next room was a bit dark, save for a bit of illumination falling in from a crack in the ceiling. Casting light upon the center.

Her blood dripped along with each of her steps. Her focus falling on what lay in the center of the room. A lone, golden flower, with a few damaged petals.

It was similar to the one in her hand, minus the blood she had dripped onto it from her injuries. The little drips slipping from her, echoing around to create some of the only noise in this place. The flower before her seemed to move, while her vision was blurred. She tilted her head at this, and tried to get her mind clearer.

The motion inspiring curiosity. Attempts to think about the sight were hindered some. Was it normal behavior for a flower to move? Her memories were hard to grasp now, her mind fuzzy. It didn't 'feel' natural. But, she didn't know. Maybe the other flowers were simply being polite?

"Hello?" She managed, tasting blood on her lip.

As soon as her words echoed into this space, the flower appeared to tense. She got closer, her steps heavy, and disorganized, managing to crush a stick beneath her foot. The cracking sound, prompting the flower to turn, letting out a concerning roar. The front of it bearing a twisted, demonic face, with large fangs

"You think you can sneak up on me y-you...you?" The flower growled, before seeming surprised. "W-wait-"

The human was now positive that this wasn't a normal occurrence. What was left of her overall functions pounding at the presence of perceived danger. Yet, the faster her heart started pounding, the more light-headed she felt. A flickering sound echoing from somewhere, a faint glow appearing before her chest.

"W-what...a-are you?" Chara asked in alarm.

"Chara?" The Flower asked, the face distorting. Twisting into a beaten, worn-down expression.

That was her name, wasn't it? Yes, she could barely remember it. How did it know, what she was having trouble knowing?

"H-how did you know that?" She demanded, staggering some.

"How in the, how...you can't be...C-Chara?" The Flower looking perplexed. "Are you real?" He asked in utter disbelief. "Wait, you're bleeding-"

Her heart was pounding at a rate that was causing her incredible distress, the process of standing becoming rather difficult. She couldn't process this, whatever this was, she couldn't handle it. Not right now.

She found it too difficult to think. Her eyes were aching. And the dull pain was beginning to give to something fuller and more proper. She searched her mind for information, but nothing was coming to her.

Only a few actions came to mind, one winning out among the rest. "S-Stay away from me!" She pleaded, fleeing past it. "I-I'm sorry!"

"W-Wait!" The Flower exclaimed in surprise. "You can't go that way, she's-"

Chara didn't hear what the flower was saying, couldn't. The pounding of her heart was heavy in her ears. Each step loudy, and echoed. And each blood drop left, as she ran, prompting things to feel even harder. The flower letting out a panicked noise as she left, diving into the soil.

Tap, tap, tap went her worn out shoes. Furiously running to some unknown destination. Entering a room with twin staircases, rising to some sort of raised floor, and a door. Much like before, the walls were still an off, faded red color. Only it was darker, here.

She passed a few burnt out torches, with one still active by the door at the top. Providing the only real illumination the area had. And what some part of her anticipated, was the way out.

Hurrying up them, she slipped on some of her blood. Foot sliding on the last step, resulting in her slamming hard against the ground. Whimpering under her breath, while trying to get back up. There was a sound, like stone shifting, prompting her to glance back. Noticing the flower pushing out from beneath one.

"Whoa, Chara, hang on-" He tried to say. "Listen, it's dangerous in the-"

"S-stay back!" She demanded, getting back up, darting through the door.

This effort, however, came to a grinding halt, as soon as she attempted it. Feet sliding, her movement stopped, as she registered someone having just stepped into the doorway. Someone considerably taller than she was, with ears like a cow, or a goat...she wasn't sure.

The thought only lasting a moment, as the eyes, shaded and crimson came to stare down at her. The face of this person concealed in the shadows beneath their hood, seemed surprised. This stranger wearing robes, layered, bearing a symbol that felt...familiar somehow.

Chara didn't know how to respond to this presence. She didn't know what to do now. Did she turn back? Did she try and slip past? It was all so fuzzy, and she felt like she wanted to sit down.

The person before her seemed to shuffle between expressions. Mouth moving like they wished to say something. However, the words seemed to fail to come to them.

"H-Hello..." She greeted quietly. "I..I'm-"

"So...once more you taunt me with her face?" The voice echoed in some part of her mind.

"T-taunt?" Chara replied hesitantly.

It was...so familiar. Somewhere...something, just out of reach. She knew this person...somehow?

The woman scanned her with her one good eye. "You..."

"I...do I...know you?" Chara noticed the confusion turn to anger. "O-oh uhm, I-I'm sorry?"

The woman's expression became one of hurt, and rage, fire seeming to burn at her feet. "D-do you think this is funny?"

"D-do I think, w-what?" The girl glanced, backing away. "I don't know what-"

"You all think this is amusing, to keep taunting me like this!?" The woman demanded, her voice shaking, her lips curled into a mad grin, fire enveloping her hands. "I...am not...amused."

The world flashed, growing darker. A sensation pulled the breath from the girls' lungs. The outline of a heart, dim, dark, but glowing purple floating before her. She didn't feel...afraid...but knew she should be. Her mind projecting broken, shaking boxes. Potential actions, for what to do.

|Chara - 6/20 HP|

|Fight| |Act| |Item| |Mercy|

|ACT|

|Check | |Cry| |Plead|

Chara tried to Plead.

"I wasn't trying anything, I-I promise!" She pleaded. - The woman looked through her.

"..." The woman said nothing.

A wave of dancing flames manifested, burning around them. Crawling around the walls and blazing across the floor. Suddenly rushing in at the girl. She stumbled, trying to dodge them. Managing to get hit by several, causing pain to surge through her already pained body. She let out a cry of pain, and stumbled, away from another, as the flames stopped.

"You...that...isn't...you can't...be?" The woman blinking, confused, with a look of sinking realization.

Chara Ran Away.

Chara didn't wait to hear out whatever it was that was going to be said. It didn't matter. Fear had overtaken whatever she had left in mental faculties. Her arm was burning now, and tears rolled from her eyes. Quickly turning black like ink, as she ran, as something akin to anger kindled in her heart.

She felt...like an idiot, as she hurried through the next room, hearing cries from behind her. Everything hurt so badly, and she went and got herself hurt further? The remnant of the heart fading seemed to splash with some shadowy substance.

She didn't understand where she was, didn't understand why they had attacked her. The black ink splashed down, as she ran across small bridges, coughed up as she went, drawing near the open exit. What did she do wrong, why couldn't she remember anything?

A sound like a snikt filled the air. Steel glistened under her feet, as she stepped on something. There wasn't even a moment to properly process, before the sensation hit her. The pain was sharp, immediate. Red filled her vision, ran across her skin. It only lasted a moment, yet she held on, the anger...that hate compelling her to stay...long enough to hear muffled crying.

It was the last thing she heard, before everything went dark.


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