Blinding light above me, and golden petals beneath me.
That's what I woke up to. My eyes became bombarded with sunlight as I tried to open them, forcing me to keep them shut. My whole body was aching so much. I think I may have overdone it last night.
…What did I do last night?
I groaned trying to sit up, as black locks fell in front of my face. At least I could now open my eyes without being blinded. I looked around to get my bearings and noticed that I was in some cave. I then looked up to see a hole where the sunlight had pierced through. I raised my hand as I squinted to block out as much sunlight as I could. I then looked down at the bed of golden flowers that somehow was enough to cushion my fall.
…Did I fall down here? I don't remember jumping down a hole. Might explain why my body ached so much.
As I looked around the flower bed, I noticed a familiar-looking black object that laid beside me. It stuck out like a sore thumb next to all the brightly colored petals that surrounded it. I grabbed its wooden handle, and held it out in front of me.
"My sword?"
Merciless:
Is sparing your enemies really worth it?
I stared at its dark blade as it reflected the light from above. My eyes eventually trailing down to the scarlet gem in the center of the crossguard. Was this really my sword? I mean it was down here with me. But other than that, I felt like… it was a part of me. Or it meant something to me. Either way, I at least had some way to defend myself now. I stood up from the golden flowers and sheathed the sword on my back.
I then decided to look over what I was wearing. A simple black jacket over a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and dark brown combat boots. I was even wearing a pair of fingerless gloves. My outfit pretty much read 'edgy punk' all over it, but I felt like it was something that fit me.
Didn't seem like I had any life threatening injuries, but I felt around myself anyway just to make sure. As I did, I felt some unknown objects in my jacket. I reached into my jacket and felt around for the objects. When my hands made contact with the objects, I pulled them out.
"My guns?"
The Ombra Twins:
Not to be confused with Umbra.
I looked at the two handguns I held out in front of me. A pair of M92 Berettas with black frames, brown grips, compensators on the ends of the barrels, and the words "The Ombra Twins" engraved on the inner sides of the slides.
Much like my sword I had trouble remembering why I had these with me. But… they had some importance to me. Like they were meant for me for some reason.
"Was I always packing this much heat?" Though I didn't wonder about it too much as my voice echoed through the cavern. I stuffed the guns in my jacket as a much more important question needed answering.
"Where the hell am I?" I yelled out, half-expecting some kind of answer. Though I was met with nothing but the echo of my own voice. I let down my arms and saw the path out in front of me. I wasn't gonna figure out where I was just by standing around.
I went down the main path and stepped through some gateway. As I walked through it, I noticed a small mound of grass in the center of the dark room. It was strange. This whole thing felt familiar, but I couldn't figure out why.
As I kept going, I was hoping I'd remember… something. But my mind just felt so clouded. I couldn't even remember my own name. The only thing I could think of was to keep going forward. Going forward… Was that always normal for me?
Eventually I found myself standing at the entrance to a purple building, being led up by two sets of stairs. What really caught my eyes though, was the golden star in front of the building. It shimmered as it hovered over the red leaves scattered all over the floor.
Its warm light seemed inviting. Like it was drawing me in as I got closer to it. I instinctively outstretched my hand towards the star as I inched closer to it.
Ding!
*Ev#ry h#m#n th#t f#lls d#wn h#re mts the s#me f#te.
*I, TH# GRT , W#LL BE YO#R…
*R#ght n#w, I c#n f#el ev#ry#ne's hrts po#nd#ng t#g#th#r!
*y#u m#st rlly w#nn# g# h#me.
*B#rds #re s#ng#ng, fl#w#rs ar# blm#ng…
*In this world, it's kill or BE killed.
I ripped my hand away from the star as my head became flooded with pain and a ringing filled my ears. I grasped onto my forehead with my now free hand as images flashed in my mind. People I've met, places I've been to. It felt like bits and pieces were coming back to me.
My scarlet eyes snapped open as the ringing stopped and the pain in my head faded away. I finally remembered something.
"Aiden… My name is Aiden."
*The sense of familiarity and desire to move forward fills you with Determination. HP fully restored.
The box of text caught my attention. At first I thought what it was saying didn't make sense but it quickly jogged another memory. "And I know where I am."
I looked back at the ruins ahead of me before speaking its name.
"Undertale."
I kept staring at the ruins ahead of me for a few seconds until something caught my eye. Footprints. Dusty footprints that made their way up the stairs and into the entrance ahead of me.
"And I guess I'm not the only one here."
Chapter 1: Awakening
"I can already tell, this is gonna be one hell of a party!"
Eventually, I made it to the home at the end of the ruins. When I stepped inside I was greeted by the smell of cinnamon and butterscotch, but it didn't make me feel at ease. It was eerily quiet here. Didn't seem like anyone was home.
I made my way to the kitchen as the wooden floor creaked underneath my boots. On the counter was a pie, with a slice already taken out of it.
"Guess I shouldn't let this go to waste." I grabbed what was left of the pie. I could still feel how warm it was through the tray.
I then searched the rest of the house but found a whole lot of nothing. But someone was here before. I figured they must've left sometime ago.
*There's nothing else useful here. Keep going.
My text box was right. But I wasn't sure I was ready to move on yet.
"I wonder…" I focused on trying to bring up some kind of menu. Something that could give me an idea of what I was capable of. I lightly thrusted my palm forward, and watched in awe as the text box shifted into a stats menu.
"Huh. That actually worked." I gave a slight smile, seeing that my idea actually worked. I looked over what the stat box read.
Aiden
LV 10
HP 48/48
AT 10 (15) EXP: 1200
DF 2 (3) NEXT: 500
WEAPON: Merciless
ARMOR: Jacket
GOLD: 0
Low defense… Not really a good thing, but offense was more my style anyway. Though I started to wonder if I had anything else on me. I tapped on the abbreviation INV, causing the box to shift to whatever I had in my inventory.
The Ombra Twins
Cigarettes
BScotch Pie
Pretty much what I expected. At least I still had my cigs with me. But as much as I wanted one, I felt like I didn't have the time for a smoke break. Plus I didn't think Toriel would appreciate me smoking in her house.
Since there was nothing left, I then decided to venture down into the basement. The air grew colder the further I went in. Everything I had seen up until now hadn't been good. The trail of dusty footprints, piles of dust in each room, puzzles already solved. None of it sat well with me. I wanted to think that this was just some dream. I just had to wake up, right?
That's what I hoped. But that hope quickly died out as I reached the end of the basement, and saw the pile of dust sitting in front of the exit door. A wave of dread had washed over me. This was no longer a dream. It was a nightmare. One that I had no hope of waking up from.
"Oh no…" I ran over to Toriel's remains and knelt down to them. But there was nothing I could do. As much as I didn't want it to, it all clicked right then and there. I was in Undertale during a genocide run.
The dusty remains on the ground, blood painting the walls, the exit door left somewhat open, it all felt so familiar. My eyes shut as memories flashed before me. A dark room, the smell of gunpowder, a woman covered in her own blood. Fear, sadness, anger, rage… all sorts of emotions welling up inside of me.
*Bad memories.
My eyes snapped back open, as I stood up off the ground. As I watched the blood on the walls fade into dust, I realized that this wasn't the time to sit around and ruminate on the past. I needed to do something.
I continued on until I reached the door at the end of the Ruins. I placed my hands on the doors before hesitating. Not to rethink my decision to stop a genocidal maniac, but more to brace myself for whatever was about to come.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then pushed the doors open as I was met with a chilling wind. As I stepped out of the Ruins, snow crunched underneath my boots with every step. The cold wind blew. I could see my own breath. My scarlet eyes darted to each side, looking for Frisk. I had a feeling that they could show up at any moment.
*So let me guess. You're gonna try and stop them?
"If I don't then this world will be erased." I answered as I continued past the sentry station. "I'm not just gonna sit around and let that happen."
*And how exactly are you going to go about that?
"I guess talk it out?" I shrugged, not even completely sure of my own plan.
*Sounds like a recipe for your death.
I mean my plan was farfetched. Undertale's whole deal was that you didn't have to FIGHT to get things done, right? Though a part of me felt like it wasn't gonna be that easy. And I wasn't entirely sure how I'd try to talk them down either.
"You there!"
The voice caught my attention as I hid into the nearby trees. I peeked out and saw Frisk approaching a lone Ice Cap.
"What do you think of my hat?" The Ice Cap was so hungry for attention, it didn't notice the toy knife being flipped around in Frisk's hand.
Frisk looked a bit different than I imagined. One thing I could tell for sure was that they weren't a kid. They were a lot taller, but were only a few inches shorter than me. If I had to guess their age, they'd probably have to be around sixteen or seventeen.
Frisk pulled their toy knife back, and effortlessly slashed through the Ice Cap. By the time it realized what was going on, it was too late. The Ice Cap's body faded, leaving nothing behind except a pile of dust.
*Your LOVE has increased!
Frisk kept that emotionless look on their face as they stared at their textbox, only then to bring their attention to the nearby wooden box. They walked over to the item box and flipped it open. Reaching inside, Frisk grabbed the Tough Glove and pulled it over their hand. They then closed the box, touched the nearby save, and made their way down the main path. When they were out of sight, I came out of hiding and walked up to the pile of dust.
"Well, this might be harder than I thought." I crossed my arms, looking down at the dusty remains of the Ice Cap.
*Got any other ideas?
"Nope." I touched the golden star before going down the path Frisk took.
*So what? You're still gonna try and talk things out?
"I'm gonna try." I replied.
*And if that doesn't work?
"Then I'll be ready to take them on." I said with a determined look on my face.
I kept going down the main path, hoping that I could catch them before they claimed another victim.
Eventually the genocidal maniac came into view, stopping me in my tracks. Luckily they had their back turned so they had no idea I was even coming. But it looked like they were focused on something. And then I realized that they had just found their next target.
Frisk pounded their glove covered fist into their palm as they sauntered towards the feathery monster. A Snowdrake… but it had sunglasses? Shit what were they actually called again?
But as I tried to remember its name, I saw Frisk pulling their arm back, getting ready to pummel the monster into dust. I didn't have time to remember the monster's name. I had to do something.
"Hey you!" I yelled out, hoping it would stop their attack.
Frisk stopped from throwing their punch. They turned their head, looking over their shoulder as those crimson eyes peered towards me. The sunglasses-wearing Snowdrake took this opportunity to make a break for it.
Frisk didn't care though. Their eyes were set on a new target now. They turned around to face me.
"You aren't supposed to be here." Frisk clenched their glove-covered hand as those cold red eyes locked onto me. They reminded me of a demon that had set their sights on their prey.
"Glad I got your attention." I shot back. Although I kept my cool, I now knew how it felt to have a pair of red eyes stare back at you. But something like that wasn't gonna scare me away. "So, you mind telling me why you're doing this?"
"Does it really matter that much to you?" Frisk questioned.
"When you're killing innocent people it does." The tension grew thicker by the second. I would've grabbed my sword by now, but I still wanted to try talking with them. "Look why don't we talk things out, ok?"
"I'm not really in the mood to talk things out." Frisk retorted. They took a step forward, continuing to clench their gloved hand. I took one step back and braced myself.
"Ok, how about this? You can either back down now, or-"
"Or what?" Frisk interrupted as they kept taking steps toward me.
"Or things are gonna get ugly." I threatened as my eyes narrowed at them. I guess it was gonna come down to this anyway. Not that it was a big deal. Fighting is what I do.
"Fine by me." Frisk smirked as they raised their fist and picked up their pace. When they got close they pulled their fist back and then threw it towards me. I raised my left arm to block it as their fist collided into my forearm, causing a somewhat dull pain to rush through it. I knocked their fist away then planted my boot into their chest, kicking them back as they skid away from me.
We stood a few feet from each other now. Those red eyes of Frisk's stared right at me as they smiled. Like they were excited about this.
"Alright. If that's how you wanna play…" I reached behind me and grabbed Merciless by the handle. I drew the dark sword from my back and held it out to my side. I then extended my left hand and beckoned to Frisk. "Then come on!"
Frisk raised their fists as they charged at me. They pulled one fist back before sending it flying at me. I dodged to the left as Frisk pulled their left fist back before hooking it in my direction. I jumped back to avoid getting a fist to the face.
I grabbed Merciless with both hands as I swung my sword across their torso, causing Frisk to recoil back as it slashed through them. Though they quickly recovered as their fist clenched before being sent across my face.
Despite getting clocked, I reeled back as I spiraled counterclockwise on my heel, sending my boot into the side of their face. Frisk was knocked back and landed onto the snowy ground below. They got on their hands and knees as they tried to pick themselves back up.
"What's the matter?!" I yelled out. Frisk's head shot up as they scowled at me. They looked pissed. "C'mon, you can do better than that can't you?!"
"I'll show you what I can do!" Frisk stood back up and charged right at me. As they cocked their gloved hand back, I pulled my sword back before I swung my blade at them.
Frisk uppercut their fist into my forearm, throwing my arm up as my hand let go of Merciless. I watched as my sword spiraled up into the air before it came back down blade first, driving itself into the snowy ground.
I turned back at Frisk only to get a gloved fist hooking across my cheek. As I stumble back they hook their left fist across my face as well. I reeled back and regained my balance as Frisk threw their gloved hand again. Though I was able to swing my right elbow towards them and catch the oncoming fist with it. Though the dull pain rushing through my arm wasn't good.
We both jumped back from each other. Frisk shook their hand as if trying to shake off any pain they sustained from hitting my elbow. I clenched my fist as I rubbed my forearm for a similar reason.
"Looks like you know how to fight." Frisk spoke as they glared at me.
"Well, it's one of the few things I'm good at." I responded.
We stared each other down, waiting for one of us to make the next move. I glanced at Merciless as it was still stuck in the ground. Though I saw Frisk eyeing my sword as well.
Frisk then took off, making a dash to the sword. No way I was gonna let them take my sword, so I followed suit. As we got close to the dark blade, the murderous enby extended their hand out as they leapt for the sword's handle. I sprung off the ground, pulling my leg back before slamming it into the side of their ribcage. They tumbled a few feet away, putting some distance between us. When they stopped, Frisk groaned in pain as they placed their hand over their right side. I wouldn't be surprised if I cracked a couple ribs with that kick. But I needed to finish this soon.
I grabbed Merciless, pulling it out of the ground, and charged towards them. Frisk got themselves to stand up. Though as they looked back, their crimson eyes widened as I pulled my sword back. Frisk pulled their fist back in an attempt to counter, and as I got close, we both swung at each other.
SLASH!
Frisk winced as their fist was stopped midway. They slowly turned their head back, looking over their shoulder to see a trail of blood painted into the snow. It led from right where they were standing, to where I stood behind them, holding a bloodied Merciless to my side.
Frisk then fell to their knees as they put their hand on the massive slash across their torso. Their body then fell forward into the snow. Blood stained the ground underneath as their crimson soul rose from their body.
Shatter.
"That's it huh?" I turned around to see their lifeless body on the ground. "Too easy if you ask me."
Though something didn't feel right. It felt like the whole world was shifting. Everything went dark then suddenly…
Flash.
After the light disappeared, I noticed my position had changed. I was… hiding behind the trees again? That couldn't be right. I was out in the open. I killed Frisk. Didn't I?
I looked from the tree and saw the item box where Frisk had gotten the Tough Glove. The remains of the Ice Cap were there as well. But Frisk was nowhere to be seen.
*Did you honestly think it was gonna be that easy?
That was when it hit me. Frisk reloaded, and it set us back to when they last saved.
"Shit." I ran down the path to try and catch up to Frisk. My heart was racing. Of course they could reload and try again. How the hell did I forget that? It didn't matter though. I'd stop them as many times as I could.
Eventually, I made it to where Frisk and I had our fight. I looked all around yet couldn't find anything. Maybe they went further ahead? That was what I thought until I heard something. I heard snow being crunched at a quick pace. And it was coming from behind.
I turned around only to be greeted with fist slamming into my face. It knocked me down as blood dripped out of my shattered nose.
"You should've known I would come back." Frisk stood over me with a smirk on their face as they had the upper hand this time. I tried to pick myself up off the ground only to feel their hand wrap around my ankle. They effortlessly lifted me off the ground and next thing I knew, I was sent soaring through the air. My back crashed into a tree before I fell down into the snow beneath. I tried to pick myself back up, but my body was in so much pain it felt hard to move.
"I'm always up for a few retries." Frisk sauntered towards me, raising their gloved hand as they slowly curled it back into a fist. "And I'll keep coming back until I see you dead on the ground!"
On my hands and knees, I could feel a rage boiling within me. My teeth grit together as I clenched my fists, curling up snow and dirt in between my fingers. I snapped my head up, my scarlet eyes locking onto the maniac standing ahead of me.
"You really up for round two?" I finally stood up off the ground, wiping the blood away from my nose. I drew Merciless, holding it out to my side once again. The rage within me continued to rise as I glared at them. "Then I'll make you wish you had stayed dead!"
Frisk kept that smirk on their face as they raised their fists. We then charged towards each other. Once I was in range, I swung Merciless down only for them to dodge to the side. I swing my sword to my right only for them to duck underneath the blade. Frisk quickly stood back up as they cocked their fist back, and rammed their knuckles into the side of my face.
I was sent flying back through the snow, leaving a trail behind as I skidded back. I could taste my own blood now. I got into a kneel before I spat the red substance onto the snow. I looked ahead and noticed that Frisk was rushing towards me. When they got close Frisk pulled their fist back and sent it towards me. I dove forward and rolled past Frisk as their fist sailed right over me. I quickly got back on my feet and spun around as I swung at my sword at Frisk. But my sword only cut through air as they ducked under the blade.
Frisk tried to come in for another blow but was interrupted when I snapped a quick kick right into their side. Despite that, I got slugged across the face as Frisk reeled back and retaliated with a right hook followed by an uppercut straight into my gut. I swung Merciless down on them only for Frisk to sway out of the blade's way. They tried to come in for another swing, only to be interrupted as I clocked them with my free hand before planting a solid kick right into their chest.
Frisk landed back onto the snow a few feet away from me, though they were quick to roll over and get back on their feet again. Frisk placed their hand on their chest as we exchanged glares, both breathing heavily from the exertion this fighting has caused. We stared at each other for a bit longer. Though I was confused as I watched Frisk's glare turn into a malicious grin. "You're pretty tough."
"Like I said. Fighting's what I'm good at." I said, repeating my statement from before. A part of me was kinda hoping that'd put them off, but they just look excited. They just kept that evil-looking grin up.
"Really?" Frisk rhetorically asked. They then balled their gloved-hand back into a fist. "Then that'll just make killing you even more satisfying."
"Sorry, but dying isn't on my to-do list." I joked, even though I kept the glare up. The grip on my sword tightened. I was ready to kill them once again.
We then charged at each other again. I dragged Merciless along the ground as we approached each other. When we were in range, I grabbed Merciless with both hands as I swung my sword up, flinging snow into the air as my blade slashed across Frisk's torso. They jumped back from being slashed yet quickly recovered to swing their fist at me. I jump back as the punch whiffs by a few inches, and then duck underneath their backhand swing that soared over me.
I went in for a sweep kick, and tripped Frisk as they landed back first onto the cold ground. I then flip Merciless around and jump into the air. Frisk's eyes widened as they saw the tip of the dark blade aimed down at them. As I descended I drove my sword down below. But Frisk managed to roll out of the blade's way as it was driven into the ground. I quickly readjusted my grip on my sword, pulled it out of the ground, and swung Merciless at Frisk. However, my blade flew over Frisk as they ducked underneath. I tried to reel my sword back at them, but Frisk grabbed me by the wrist, stopping me mid-swing. I then pulled my left fist back and threw it at them, only for them to catch it with their gloved hand.
Frisk then proceeded to tighten the grip of their gloved hand. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream as I felt the bones in my hand start to break. I then pulled my leg back and kicked Frisk right in their chest. They let go as we both stumbled back from each other. I landed on one knee and stuck Merciless back in the ground to support myself. I raised my left hand to look at it and it didn't look pretty. Fingers bent the wrong way or dislocated. Pretty sure my metacarpals were broken.
I looked away from my mangled hand only to get a split second of Frisk rushing towards me before catching a gloved fist down across my face. It sent me face down into the snow, as I dropped Merciless. I felt Frisk's hand grab onto my hair as they lifted me out of the snow, forcing me to look up at them.
"Might wanna add that to your list." Frisk mocked as they clutched their gloved hand before sending an uppercut right into my face. It was strong enough to send me into the air briefly, before landing back in the snow as I lay faced up. Frisk looked over at me and when they saw that I wasn't moving, they turned away, leaving me to die.
"H-hey…" Despite the pain rushing through me, I managed to get something out. Frisk stopped in their tracks and turned around to see me trying to sit myself up. I wasn't gonna die just yet.
"What the hell?" Frisk was shocked, wondering how and why I was still alive. A million questions raced through their mind, until their eyes saw the scarlet soul burning on my chest. They knew exactly what that meant. "No…"
"We're not… done yet-"
Frisk rushed towards me before stomping on my chest as a dull pain rushed through. I grit my teeth as I glared up at them. I kept on trying to get up. I couldn't die yet! Not now!
"Do yourself a favor…" Frisk then clutched their fist till their knuckles went white before raising it up in the air. "And don't come back!"
Their fist came crashing down… and everything went dark.
Shatter.