A/N - Alright so I'm gonna take a break from my other fic because I am struggling to write that right now, so I'm gonna attempt to write a Dust fic. This SHOULD be easier as I don't have to be completely original.

Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. If I did, I would have made it so much worse.

Golden flowers and blinding light.

That's what I woke up to on that morning.

Not an alarm, or a warning siren, or the sounds of gunfire. Just a blindingly bright light piercing my eyelids.

I opened my bleary eyes, my emerald orbs staring straight up at the hole that I'd apparently fallen from. My brows creased slightly upon seeing it, a vague memory tugging at my mind; this felt familiar, as if I'd been here before.

"Okay, where the hell am I...?"

I brushed my hands through the grassy patch I'd landed on, trying to lift myself up but stopping as my fingers knocked against a seemingly familiar metal. Frowning, I turned my head and grasped the object in my hand, lifting it up for inspection.

"Is this...my pen?"

Indeed it was. In my hands laid what was apparently the only thing I'd managed to salvage from wherever it was I'd come from. It looked just like a regular clicker pen, just with a little wear-and-tear.

*Pen.

3 ATK

*Mightier than the sword. Not that you'd know.

I snickered, before shaking my head, slowly getting to my feet and ignoring the many aches and pains I'd no doubt gotten from the fall as I brushed dirt and bits of grass off of my jeans. I stared straight ahead, slipping the pen into my pocket before it clinked against another foreign object. Sighing, I wrapped my fingers against it, pulling out a pair of wireless, over-ear headphones.

"I-How the fuck did these fit in my pocket?!" I exclaimed, eyeing the headphones with a mix of suspicion and surprise.

*Headphones

5 DEF, 4 SPD

*Need to have some tunes, right?

"How the fuck do they make me fas-you know what, nevermind." I just shook my head and rested them on my neck before staring ahead, my eyes trying to adjust to the dim light of the corridor in front of me and see anything at the other end. When they settled on a purple door, I shrugged, heading towards it. "This is definitely a fuckin' dream."

Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me; I turned, trying to see what had changed when my eyes landed on a floating, greyscale textbox that read,

*I wouldn't be too sure.

The words had been spoken aloud in my head as well as written, and I frowned in confusion as the entity's voice tugged at another distant memory; this one, however, wasn't so good. Shaking my head at the box, I turned back around and carried on. "Fuck sake..."

As I neared the gargantuan violet doors, I glanced at the symbol engraved into them: three triangles below a winged circle, all enclosed in a heart. Yet again, a memory struggled to break the surface of my fog-riddled mind. This time, though, the pieces all fit together. The text box, the flowers, the hole, the symbol, all of the items...I slowly turned back towards the patch of grass I'd landed on, and my eyes widened as I realised,

"UNDERTALE?!"

Chapter One: No Remorse

*CHECK

LV3

ATK: 4 (3) DEF: 2 (5) SPD: 4 (4)

"Oh boy, isn't this swell?"

I took a shaky breath, running my hands down my jeans and nervously looking back towards the door. "You're fuckin' with me."

*Unfortunately not. Get moving.

Looking at the textbox, my vision started to turn blurry, a static noise filling my ears as I took a deep breath to steady myself.

I was in Undertale.

My mind raced ahead, a few years worth of fanfiction knowledge helping me construct a few scenarios; if I told Sans, he could help me figure out a way t-

*Shut. Up. And move.

I blinked, my green peepers staring blankly at the textbox for a few seconds before I processed what it said. I shook my head. "Okay. Yeah, you're right, I should probably just...let this play out?" I shrugged, resignation clear in my tone. I started back through the doors, my hand brushing against the rough stone momentarily before they swung open. Stepping through, I stared around into the open area, before shrugging once more and carrying on through.

"Well golly! Two humans in one da-!"

I spun around, my pen suddenly appearing in my hand as it clicked, the point glinting in the dim light from the previous corridor. My eyes widened, darting around to find the source of the voice before landing on on a knee-height golden flower. With a face. The pieces clicked together in my head and I sighed, stepping back and sliding the pen back into my pocket.

"Jesus...guess this really isn't a dream then." I shook my head, glaring straight into the flower's eyes. He looked confused, tilting his head as he spoke. "Gee, sorry for scaring ya pal! My name's Flowey! Flowey the fl-"

"No it's fuckin' not, Asriel. Don't kid me." My eyes narrowed as I grit my teeth, kneeling down to get into his face; he recoiled with shock, his mouth hanging open before he closed it, his eyes shining. "Alright, then. You know what's going on here." I straightened back up, smirking down at him. "A'course I do, old buddy old pal." My eyes glanced over to the door behind him, spotting a hint of white through the crack before I looked back down at the flower.

He just smirked back up at me, reeling back as he spoke. "You're not supposed to be here, are you?" His words came out in a snarl, his face twisting before white, oval-shaped pellets popped into existence around me; I just glanced at them, not really showing any emotion other than amusement as I shrugged and slid my hands back into my pockets.

I raised my eyebrows skeptically. "Wow, they look reeeeaaalll scary, bud." Chuckling at my own awful pun, my dull gaze returned to the door, the white from before now gone. He just continued to glare, his expression growing more and more infuriated from my passiveness. I flicked my eyes back down to him, my eyes narrowing with a cold glare as my muscles tended, the petals swirling slowly around me. He just smirked, that black ooze in his eyes dripping down his cheeks.

*Now, who does that remind you of...?

I nodded slightly, 'hmm'ing in agreement. Mentally, of course. It made me think of Chara. Or at least, how fan-artists portrayed them. I smirked back at the flower, that piercing glare still entirely fixated on him.

"So." I started, shifting my weight into a subtle battle stance. "You actually gonna do something with those stupid fuckin' pellets, or am I gonna hafta rip your flowery ass outta the ground and turn you into a daisycha-" The word had barely left my mouth before the pellets fired down at me, one hitting my shoulder and another striking my back before my fight-or-flight kicked in; I lept back, putting my weight into one foot as I then dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding a strike to the chest.

I huffed out a dry laugh, shaking my head at the ridiculous scenario I found myself in before shooting forward, rolling underneath a burst-fire of three pellets before coming up on one knee and slashing another one out of the air with my pen. The writing implement didn't seem to take any damage from this, luckily, but Flowey's expression sure did; the flower now looked shocked, his petals shaking, presumably in fear. He then shook his head and summoned another horde of the pellets, maybe 20- or 30-something before growling, that black ooze leaking further down his face.

"Dodge this, you stupid ba-"

I cut him off, not giving him the courtesy of even finishing his sentence as my fingers wrapped around his stem, my other hand holding my Pen above his face; the top hovered just above his eye, black ink slowly dripping down its tip and onto his face.

"What was that?" I sneered, baring my own teeth in a snarl as the corners of my mouth lifted slightly. "C'mon, speak up! You were all about bein' Billy Big-Balls a second ago!" Jeering, I tightened my grip around his stem, a choked 'Haaack!' coming from the flowers mouth.

*Attaboy.

Pointedly ignoring the downright creepy comment from my Textbox, I continued taunting Flowey. "So come on! Speak." The nib of my pen pushed into the space below his petals, slowly sinking in as he whimpered pathetically, his eyes contorting in pain as he cried out. "O-okay, okay! Stop!"

*Pathetic.

I smirked, pulling my Pen back and holding it loosely in my right hand, my left still choking the life out of the poor flower. "There ya go, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I asked, venom dripping into my tone as my eyes narrowed down at him. "Now. Here's the deal. You leave me alone, you leave good ol' Char-bear alone, and we won't have a problem. We clear?"

Those lifeless onyx orbs glared up at me, narrowing as the flower responded. "C-crystal." He spat, stuttering slightly. Suddenly, the cold look left my face, that manic grin replacing it once more. "Good!" I dropped the pitiful weed, smirking as he let out a huff upon hitting the floor. "Now scram, I got shit t'do and a potential murderer t'catch." My voice lifted, taking a happier tone as I started forward, only to be stopped by what the plant said next;

"I'd remove the 'potential' from that sentence."

Pausing, I turned around, frowning down at him. "Fuck's that s'posed to-"

He cut me off, sighing.

"This is their eighteen-thousand, two-hundred and twenty-fourth RESET."

A/N- Woah, that's a big fuckin' number.

Now I know what people are gonna say:

"Why such a big number?" - Adds to the suspense, and is relevant later on.

"What the fuck?" - Same, bro.

"Why have you written yet ANOTHER DT fanfic?" - Because DoubleTale is still one of the best fanfics/AUs I've seen so far and I constantly think up new ideas. Happy? (jokes, not mad guys ily 3)

Anyways, yeah, this is gonna be a Dust!Cter 'fic, but with a few differences. Main one being:

He is not going to be like Hacker/Angel. That guy's more...DoubleFell. I guess.

There's gonna be a few differences here, and I'm excited to show you guys what I have planned.

Enough chatter, see you guys in the next chapter!

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