Black and white sneakers crunched heavily on the graveled path as the solitary figure traversed the dimly lit halls of what was known as The Ruins. These crumbling remnants of an ancient city lay nestled in the deepest, darkest recesses of the underground, hidden beneath the self-constructed prison of Ebott Mountain.
You see, several centuries ago, a conflict erupted between humans and monsters. The annals of history depict these battles as grand and awe-inspiring, but in the end, humanity faltered, and they were compelled to retreat to their last bastion of safety. That sanctuary was the bunker, a formidable structure situated thousands of feet beneath Mt. Ebott. Here, seven mages harnessed their power to seal the underground, safeguarding the final vestiges of humanity from the precipice of extinction.
The seal was originally intended to keep the monsters at bay, not to confine humanity. However, after several centuries, humanity's rapid expansion surpassed what the mountain could safely accommodate. As a result, the once-populated ruins were left behind in favor of the more amenity-rich and populous upper levels.
Nevertheless, the reason no one ventured into the ruins anymore, even to explore the echoes of the past, was the solitary figure that now patrolled its crumbling halls and the remnants of broken puzzles. This figure was a small girl with strikingly white hair, cut in a short bob. Her cold, piercing blue eyes seemed as if they were crafted from ice and had the power to freeze anyone who dared to meet her gaze. Draped in a large black sweatshirt that almost resembled a dress, she wore shorts underneath, showcasing her slender yet well-defined legs, each foot adorned with black and white sneakers.
The self-proclaimed caretaker of the Ruins, though when any other human encountered her, they often referred to her as the monster cloaked in human skin, a label assigned due to her unique lineage.
Humans, while not inherently skilled in magic, could acquire it through dedication and practice. In contrast, monsters were born with innate magic abilities. When a human and a monster had a child and the child bore a human appearance, they were termed a Mage, but if the child exhibited monster-like characteristics, they were considered a Magus monster.
Throughout history, there were only two recorded instances of children born to a Mage and a Magus monster. One child resembled a human, while the other appeared as an aberration and sadly did not survive long after birth. The Magikus human boy eventually entered into matrimony with a Mage and fathered two daughters. However, the outbreak of war led to the untimely demise of both the Magikus and Mage, leaving their two daughters in the custody of a particularly unyielding and ruthless Mage.
The caretaker, one of the two daughters left orphaned, possessed a unique blend of human magic, monster magic, and an unusual fusion she humorously referred to as 'fucked-up magic,' while her mentor more diplomatically termed it messed up 'new age magiks.' But let's return to the task at hand – an alert had been triggered on the aging security systems of the bunker, compelling the caretaker to leave her sanctuary and journey into the deepest recesses of the ruins.
As she passed through the final archway, the diminutive girl found herself face-to-face with what initially appeared to be a young child. However, this 'child' bore a goat-like visage, complete with small nub-like horns atop their head. The caretaker regarded this young monster with a gaze as icy as her own, her eyes fixating on the small blue flower in its hands. Her already cold eyes seemed to chill further upon spotting the flower. She raised her hand, thumb touching her middle finger, and with an audible SNAP, she snapped her fingers.
The monster child, momentarily befuddled, opened its mouth to speak, but its eyes widened in alarm before it could utter a word. In the blink of an eye, the creature split in half and dissolved into dust.
With a weary sigh, the caretaker rolled her eyes and, out of reflex, waved her hand to summon her magical status board in front of her. Yet, another sigh escaped her lips as this action proved futile, her status unchanged for over four hundred years.
Name: Sansa Sans-Serif Skol
Title: [Redacted]
Age: 5̸͈͕͔͈̹̚4̴̩̺̈́̾ͅ6̴̡̼̮̟̭̀̈́̄
LV: 98.9
ATK: 999.999.899
DEF: 20 +2
MAG1: 99.1
MAG2: 99.1
MAG3: 52.8
EXP: 999.999.999
NEXT: 0
Weapon: Brass knuckles
Armor: Sweater, shorts, shoes
Money: $20.50, 10G
Sansa, let out yet another sigh. She had grown weary of her life, the monotony of it all. It was always the same, dispatching monsters who stumbled into the underground. But then, she thought to herself, if not her, then who? Who would stand guard and prevent another Snow City massacre?
The memories haunted her, the entire city wiped out, erased from existence. In its place, Snowdin town had risen, and its inhabitants had moved on, blissfully forgetting the massacre. But not Sansa, and not her mentor, they were long-lived and will live much longer than average humans. The horrors of that day were etched into their memories, a grim reminder of the responsibility they carried.
Turning around, she embarked on the long, arduous trek back to the old bunker nestled at the heart of the crumbling ruins, her sanctuary and base of operations while within the depths. Although she had a dwelling in Snowdin, she rarely used it for rest. It served more as a storage space than a home. Besides, the average townsfolk tended to shun her, either due to her unusual lineage or her mentor's notorious reputation. Only the kind grocery store lady took the time to engage in conversation with her.
Slipping her hand into her sweater pocket, she retrieved a piece of magic candy and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. The flavor of apples danced on her taste buds, a simple pleasure she relished.
Walking through the remains of broken puzzles and absentmindedly nudging a rock from her path, she arrived at a more preserved section of the ruins. Overhead lights buzzed and flickered, drawing power from an ancient generator. This generator should have ceased functioning years ago, yet it persevered, providing light and managing some sensors, along with the three functional cameras stationed throughout the underground.
Sansa's mind wandered to thoughts of dinner, or perhaps it was lunch - she wasn't certain and frankly didn't care. She was simply hungry. At that moment, she remembered the need to visit the store soon and perhaps pay a visit to her mentor. The last time they had spoken, he mentioned venturing into the core to address some kind of leak. Given that the core was constructed nearly at the outset of humanity's self-imposed imprisonment, it wasn't surprising that it was starting to show signs of wear and tear. The strain caused by overpopulation only exacerbated the situation.
Shaking her head, she attempted to clear her thoughts, kicking another rock, but this time her kick was a tad too forceful, resulting in the rock exploding into a fine dust. Well, semantics aside, she couldn't help but long for a way out of the underground. The surface, however, remained an untenable option for humans, with the formidable presence of monsters, and the dwindling number of human magic users further stacked the odds against them.
Moreover, the underground's leaders, collectively known as Congress, were nothing short of spineless. They refused to send even a single soul through the barrier to report back on the conditions above. Not even one of the numerous inmates sent to her mentor for 'rehabilitation' was considered for the task.
Upon returning to the bunker, she pushed open the heavy blast door and stepped inside. "I'm home," she called out softly into the empty expanse, her voice echoing back at her. Sansa navigated through the bunker's military-like corridors and reached the kitchen to check on her food.
While she possessed the ability to create sustenance through magic, it wasn't the most practical option. Magic food didn't nourish the caster, and it was akin to attempting to quench one's thirst by drinking their own blood.
As she opened the food storage, Sansa couldn't help but notice the meager supplies on hand. A sigh escaped her lips; she might have enough for a simple sandwich, but her finances were stretched thin, and the soaring prices in Snowdin were making it increasingly difficult to afford even basic necessities. It wasn't just Snowdin; the entire underground was grappling with skyrocketing prices, a dire consequence of an ever-growing population and dwindling resources.
Suddenly, a creak and a low rumble interrupted her thoughts. Sansa swiftly raised her hand, preventing a cabinet from opening and spilling its stack of plastic bowls. The quakes were becoming more frequent, causing her to ponder what her mentor might be up to in the core.
Sansa quickly retrieved her phone and dialed her mentor's familiar number, anxiously waiting as it rang. Another quake rumbled through the underground, prompting her to slam her hand on the cabinet to prevent it from opening once more. The frequency of these quakes was deeply unsettling, suggesting that something was seriously amiss.
When her mentor finally answered the phone, Sansa wasted no time. "Prophet, what the actual fuck is going on?" Her voice carried a growling edge, her mounting frustration causing her magic to bristle beneath the surface. In the background of the call, she could hear hissing, crashes, and a perpetual whine. Prophet, her mentor, uttered just one word :Run…: before the line abruptly cut off, and the entire room began to shake violently.
In less than a heartbeat, Sansa found herself sprinting through the ruins, her destination clear in her mind. She was heading to the lowest and farthest point within the underground, the blue flower field, where her little sister rested in eternal slumber.
Sansa's heart raced as she bolted through the crumbling ruins, each step punctuated by the ominous cacophony of falling rocks and debris. With trained reflexes honed through years of navigating this treacherous terrain, she deftly sidestepped the descending hazards, moving with the precision of a seasoned survivor.
Bounding over shattered puzzles with the grace of an acrobat, Sansa's unwavering determination propelled her forward. Her sneakers barely brushed the ground as she leaped over spike traps and hurdled obstacles with fluidity. The underground's relentless instability only fueled her resolve to reach her destination.
Approaching a colossal sealed door that loomed in her path, her magical prowess surged to the forefront. A sinister, demonic wolf-like skull, forged from white bone, crackled with dark energy, hovering over her shoulder. It gathered a swirling maelstrom of purple magic in its menacing maw. With a frustrated growl, Sansa unleashed the torrent of power upon the door. A cataclysmic beam of vibrant purple light erupted, obliterating the obstacle into a thousand shattered fragments, granting her unfettered passage.
Sansa pressed on, her heart pounding with adrenaline, navigating the perilous terrain of the crumbling underground as she sprinted relentlessly toward the blue flower field.
Passing through the final archway and stepping into the serene Blue Flower Field, Sansa's eyes widened in astonishment as she beheld a doorway like none she had ever seen. It stood in stark contrast to the tranquil surroundings—an obsidian-black portal framed by a resplendent, shimmering golden archway. The aura of pure nothingness that enveloped this ethereal doorway sent shivers down her spine, but there was no time for questions.
A searing pain suddenly engulfed her back, the source of which she dare not think about in detail—radiation, chemical burns, she couldn't discern. Sansa couldn't afford to pause, not when her life was on the line. With unyielding resolve, she leaped into the yawning void beyond the doorway, vanishing into the inky blackness that awaited her on the other side.
Yeah I get it I have other stories and I know, but Fuck you I have ADHD and these fucking things are stuck in my brain unless I get them out! This is a story that was made with a friend of mine, Prophet, if you don't like, don't read and if you read and still wanna complain then fuck off.
Go fucking read my other stories.