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Horrortale : Rotten Apple - Chapter 8

Hello ! This is the last chapter I have in reserve :D We are now at the same point that the french fanfiction. To keep you waiting, I will soon start the translation of a new already finished fanfiction, you’ll hear of it soon ! For now, enjoy this new chapter ! _________________________

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Chapter 8 : One way ticket to hell

Frisk watched the landscape go by through the car window, a knot in their stomach. They were getting close from their destination. On the front seat, Miss Vonichelle scrutinised them, still mad. The child wanted to talk with Chara so badly, but their friend couldn’t enter the vehicle. Frisk could see both Asgore and them appeared at several street corners. Their ghosts were linked to their soul, and it kinda dragged them every time Frisk was getting to far from them. They didn’t know how it worked exactly, but they hoped it didn’t hurt them. That was not like they could do anything to help them anyway.

The old shrew hit curtly their knee, which made the child jump by surprise.

“Hold yourself upright and stop looking outside like a lost puppy.” she clicked her tongue. “This is not possible to be undisciplined at this point ! And I naively thought I succeeded to teach you some morals all these years… What a waste of time.”

“Fortunately, not everyone have your morals. The world would be a piece of garbage if everyone was like you.” Frisk retorted eyes to eyes with a bravery they didn’t know they had.

The answer didn’t take long to come. Miss Vonichelle’s hand smacked violently against their cheek, forcing them to look away. The child shut themself instantly. They were used to it by now, but that didn’t mean they should let her have a grip again on their life. This time, Frisk knew they were useful and no one, and certainly not her, would take this away from them.

The metal gates of the orphanage opened in front of the car. Frisk couldn’t repress a shiver of disgust at the sight of this too familiar building. It was one of the oldest construction of the city, but, contrary to others, this one never had been renovated. Not enough money. And anyway, who was caring about the fate of some humanity rejection ? The red bricks’ facade was deteriorating for years, several windows were broken, only replaced with plastic bags, and the “Mrs. Vonichelle’s orphanage” sign above the front door had been illegible for as long as they had been here. The building was rather small and surrounded with huge black railings that circled a piece of burned lawn in which some ancient rusty playground rested. Frisk was far away from the cosy little house of Toriel or Sans and Papyrus’ eccentric one. It was nor warm, nor original, only cold, mournful and terribly unremarkable.

The car slowed down, then stoppend not far away from the front door. The driver got out and walked all the way around the vehicle to open their persecutor’s door, then Frisk’s door. But the child didn’t move. They could hear distinctly the woman sighed out of exasperation.

“Marian, get out of here.” she ordered with her toad-like’s voice. “Do not force me to come for you.”

“My name is not Marian.” answered Frisk with a darker tone.

“Very well, you asked for it.”

She leaned to catch them, but Frisk moved backwards to the opposite door, out of reach. Their tutor could have shoot lasers with her eyes. The child sticked their tongue out and as she was going the other way, they rushed to the open door that she made the mistake to let open. Frisk jumped in the alley and sprinted toward the gate as fast as they could. Vonichelle screamed their name and the driver immediately went after him. The entrance was automatically closing, but if they were fast enough, they could slip through the bars. They almost reached their objective when a strong grip pulled them back. Frisk struggled and yelled, angry, but the orphanage’s assistants were already rushing to them.

No.

No, they refused to give up. They put a hand to their pocket and got the real knife out. If they learned one thing from their trip in the Underground : if you couldn’t spare, then fight ! They stabbed the driver in the arm with all the force they could. He screamed, badly hurt, but let go of them. Frisk kept running, but the gates closed right in front of them. They gathered speed and they ploughed through the bars, shoulder first. It was resistant, but Frisk kept pushing to get through, as fast as they could. Tears ran on their cheeks as they were slowly realising their chances to escape were decreasing.

Their soul charged with even more determination as they worked twice as hard to pass these damn metal pieces. Frisk succeeded to slip between Undyne’s arms even if she had the reputation to be the strongest monster of the Underground. They even beat Asgore when everyone said they couldn’t pass the King alive. They were still alive after all they got through, and it was not to get locked up in a concreted room the rest of their life.

Suddenly, the top of their body finally crossed the gate. They shook their legs to pass the rest. Arms grabbed their sweater, but Frisk didn’t let them pull them back. They growled and kicked until they fell on the other way, a bit stunned. Despite the pain and bruises that would certainly appear soon when the metal pressured the most, Frisk got up and ran. Always straight. They looked for a place to hide, but that wasn’t a real difficulty : the orphanage was circled with corn fields. They jumped in and sinked as far as they could go between the plants, concentrate to keep their breath.

Finally, after ten minutes zigzagging in the field, their legs stopped working. They fell on the ground and stayed there, exhausted and out of breath. Sitting in the middle of the corn plants, they were almost invisible. Voices were still screaming after them, but they seemed far away enough to not worry about them. For the first time, Frisk looked down on their body. Their knees were badly scraped and their sweater was now holding miraculously, full of big holes. Their eyes searched the Mountain. It was far, but not unreachable. The hard part would be to snick through the City to get there, but they did it one already.

A familiar heat made them turned the head. Chara and Asgore finally reappeared next to them.

“Are… Are you alright ?” asked Chara, worry.

“I know worst.” Frisk growled back. “We have to get back to the Mountain. I don’t care if anyone thinks I killed Asgore. Sans will believe me. And… And Papyrus. They can convince everyone. And then, we can find a solution, right ? That’s why Alphys is here. And then… Then everything will be better.”

Frisk’s arms and legs shook violently as a new tears crisis ravaged their face again.

“I should never have tell them I came from the Montain. Now they know I want to go back ! And what if… What if they decide to go and they attack everyone because of me ?”

“The Underground is well protected.” answered Asgore with a calm voice. “You don’t need to worry, little one. The Ruins are full of dangerous puzzles and the Barrier is impenetrable. Even if some people managed to find a way out of them and if they are dangerous themselves, the sentries and the Royal Guard will stop them. That’s my little Undyne’s job. If they are trying through the Barrier, only you can pass both way. Even if they notice us, they won’t be able to follow you this way. Anyway…” He sighed, looking guilty. “I’m so sorry Frisk. I am starting to realise I got a bit too ambitious when I encouraged you to go search for help. Even if you are pretty remarkable, I forgot you are still a child. I’m afraid you can’t do much against the cruelty of some persons of your kind. But as long as we could, we are going to help you, I promise.”

“Al… Alright.” said Frisk, with a shy smile. “It’s late already. I know there is a forest nearby. Maybe I could find a place to pass the night, at least until they stopped looking for me…”

“Marian ? Are you there ?” A feminine voice called, very close.

Frisk froze and went instantly silent. They got back on their legs and moved back slowly to widen the gap between the lady and them. The upper part of a blond woman poked out of the field. When the child moved, she immediately spotted them. Her eyes widenend and she jumped to catch them. Frisk avoided her. They ran the opposite way, but an other orphanage assistant blocked their way out.

“Calm dow ! Please, calm down !” asked the blond woman. “You don’t have to worry, everything is alright. We… We are going to do a little shot to help you calm down, alright Marian ? You… You are in shock. Miss Vonichelle told us you wandered in the Mountain, you must be tired, right ? Come on, let’s go inside.”

“No ! Leave me alone !” screamed Frisk.

While they were distracted, the other lady grabbed them by behind and the child felt a huge pain in the shoulder. They yelled and kicked the woman in the stomach, before starting running again. They could only make a few steps before the world pitched around them. Frisk fell on their knees, panting, but pushing with dispair, they kept crawling towards the Mountain with the low forces they had left.

“To… Toriel ! Mom !” they begged for help with an imploring voice.

And then, they passed out.

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“Frisk ? Frisk, can you hear me ? It’s me, Chara.”

The child growled a little and tried to hide under the blanket. Something blocked their movement. They insisted, but couldn’t free their hand from whatever was holding them back. They opened an eye. It was dark. They could feel the wooden laths of the bed on their back, and it was far from comfortable. In a huge effort, Frisk lift their head and hiccuped of surprise. White links were holding their stomach and wrists, forcing them to stay on the bed. They struggled, but couldn’t manage to free their hands despite all the forces they put in the effort. Completely exhausted, they gave up and fell back on the mattress.

Chara was sitting in a corner, looking at them sadly. Asgore was closer, next to the bed. He was trying to hold his hand, but nothing worked. Frisk could read distress in his eyes. He wanted to help and to reassure him so badly, but couldn’t.

“It’s alright.” He said when he finally made eye contact. “You are in a room at the orphanage. They tied you to avoid you escaping once again. Maybe if you stay calm, they will give up and then, we’ll find an other way to…”

“No, this is over.” whispered Frisk. “They won’t let me run off a second time. I’m not getting back to the Mountain. I’m sorry.”

Asgore sat on the ground, resigned. He looked away, guilty.

“It’s… It’s not your fault.” said Frisk to console him. “This is all mine. If I stopped Flowey sooner, maybe Sans could have help us. Because Sans… Sans always know what to do… But now I will never come back and he will just hate me like the others.”

“Stop saying that !” yelled Chara. “Nobody is hating you ! Are you just seriously going to give up ?! Everyone is counting on you ! We are so close ! You don’t have the right to give up now !”

“And what am I supposed to do ?!” screamed Frisk back, the voice broken. “I can’t get out of here ! I can’t save, or reset, and now all of them are thinking I’m completely crazy ! It’s over, Chara ! Leave me alone !”

Chara widened their eyes, hurt, then disappeared.

“N… No, wait !” begged Frisk. “Chara, that’s not what I meant… I didn’t want...”

“That’s alright.” Asgore said. “They just need some time to think and calm down. You are right, Frisk. You’ve done what you could. Monsterkind can wait for now. The most important thing right now is to make sure you can leave this place without hurting yourself more. I am so sorry I couldn’t help you more than that.”

“I can do this. It’s just a new puzzle. I can solve it. Papyrus prepared me for this.”

“Good. You are a good child. For now, you need to sleep. The day had been awfully long. We will talk tomorrow, alright little one ?”

“Alright. Thank you, Dad.”

Asgore widened the eyes, surprised, then he smiled, tears in the eyes.

“Don’t worry, little one. I am going to make sure no one hurt you ever again. I promise. Good night, my sunshine.”

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lucyhblack · 4 years

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*Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Papyrus/Sans (Undertale) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Blood (HT!Sans), Flowey (Underfell), Toriel (Undertale), Asgore (Undertale) Additional Tags: HorrorTale, Underfell, character death in the background, PTSD, mild suicidal thought, tattoo artist x florist, traumas, it's not as dark as it looks, horrocest in the future, but I probably won't get to them

Summary: Blood is ready to start over (or so he is told) and her old friend's offer of a place to live seems like a good starting point. If he only knew the secrets that were hidden in the house... But he need not despair, not all flowers have thorns.

This story emerged from AU Tattooist Sugar x Florist Blood by @redtomatofan. I was just thinking about how magic tattoos would work on monsters (especially skeletons) and then how Blood would become a florist... well, that idea had to be written down or it wouldn't leave me alone.

So here it is!

Blood got out of the taxi and looked at what his future home would be. Honestly, after all that Toriel had said, he hoped the place was in a deplorable state and not just badly looked after.

The building was made of three-storey exposed brick, with a large window that served as a showcase on the first floor and a solid-looking door on the side. On the second floor there were two smaller windows and only one round in the center of the third.

Apart from some weeds growing at the base of the building, and some parts stained by the weather, it seemed in perfect condition to him. Of course, it was enough to take a look at the well-kept buildings next door to notice the difference.

The house was in a small business district, nothing too extravagant, but certainly a good one.

Before he even got out of the car he had checked his surroundings and still couldn't define what he felt with what he saw. On the one hand, seeing all the buildings so well treated around him, the security cameras, the types of monsters circling around, gave him a feeling of normality and welcome security, but on the other he only did him if feel more inadequate and out of place.

Well... at least the house seemed to match her condition.

He took a few steps and leaned over to look through the window without success. The interior was dark, the glass very dusty and with all the light coming from outside it was impossible to see anything inside.

He could almost physically feel the tentacles of anxiety, which had been crawling through his mind since he got into the taxi,stirring ready to grab him and pull him into the dark abyss of panic.

Tightening the jaw and closing his sockets, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

Why was he so agitated? It was just an old house, (an old house that had belonged to his old boss... the one he couldn't save) he had nothing to fear!

The first embers of frustration arose and he fed them, while opening the orbits and forcing himself forward, hoping that he could make them grow large enough to become flames of fury (because destructive fury was better than paralyzing fear).

For a second he thought he couldn't get his hands out of his pocket (while Toriel's voice vaguely reminded him that continuing to cling to anger and violence was not the answer), but when he realized, he had already raised his arm with the key firmly attached on his fingers (even if he couldn't feel the metal in his bones... and that foreign feeling of being a spectator in his own body only increased the dissociation he felt with everything around him, suffocating his senses, suffocating him...).

The door slammed against the wall, raising a cloud of dust that immediately entered its orbits and nasal slits. The resulting bang lifted him out of his "trance", but almost made him head into the state of panic he had been trying to combat.

He staggered coughing while the uncomfortable and tiny particles pricked the magic within his orbit. A part of his mind knew that he was in what was one of Asgore's properties, which Toriel had allowed him to live in exchange for him to look after her. But the other, the one that seemed to rule his fucking life now, was showing a very different scenario.

The thud of the door echoed in his skull, reminding him of the bombs exploding. The dust that had risen reminded him of the smoke from the fires and the dust of the dead on the battlefield. He felt himself suffocating, not knowing if it was smoke from the magic fire or something worse.

He staggered backwards, backing the door back up, and leaned on the doorframe outside, coughing and gasping with one arm over the nasal openings and the orbit watering by the soot of the magic fire.

He had to get out of there (there is nowhere to go, everything was burning!). He had to find his unit (they were all dead, dead!). He had ...

Suddenly the sound of loud laughter tore him from the battlefields that his broken mind insisted to revive.

A group of children ran past him, their laughter echoing in his mind long after they were gone. He opened his stunned orbits (which weren't really burning) and looked around.

He was at home, in his homeland, so far from those fields abandoned by the Angel that just the simple idea seemed like a bad joke.

He looked at the Coffe Shop at the end of the street where a couple came out with paper cups in hand and bags with some treats. The brief glimpse of the children's colored stripes as they disappeared around the corner. Across the street, a monster opened the door and left and he could hear the song from some radio playing in that brief moment. A motorcycle went down the street, its rider waving to a group of teenagers who waved back excitedly...

The everyday scenes of a peaceful afternoon.

All the small, quiet moments that his mind could not fully comprehend, but that somehow reassured him. The knot in his soul loosened and he took a deep breath.

He was fine, he was fine.

He was in the "real world" (even if it looked more like a fairy tale than anything else), he was no longer at war, he was no longer on the battlefield, or...

He shook his head and refused to think. Fuck the past! He was fine, and he was going to prove it (to whom? Who was there to prove something? Everyone was dead, and those who were not, knew he was not well).

Reviewing the breathing exercises that Toriel had taught him (and wasn't it ironic that a breathing exercise was useful for a monster that did NOT need to breathe?) He straightened up and went back inside.

Now that his orbit was not burning with dust (ordinary dust, not that of his teammates or his enemies) he can see a little bit of the interior. Although the window was dusty, it was large and lit up well in front of you.

There was not much there. A small table with two wooden chairs, a counter on the opposite wall and behind it the entrance to a passage steeped in shadows, which probably led to the rest of the house.

Toriel had told him that this was one of the last properties acquired by Asgore. He had bought it some time ago and was "renovating" or something. Apparently he intended to move there and open some kind of establishment to spend his retirement.

Of course the war will break out and everything will blow up (literally).

There were a few vases scattered around the place with the remains of its former residents still in them and a bookcase attached to a wall, behind the table with the chairs, completely empty (except for the thick layer of dust). Other than that, there was nothing else there.

Blood analyzed everything with a critical eye. The ceiling and floor looked in good condition, they just needed a good cleaning and maybe a painting. The bookcase looked solid, as well as the counter, table and chairs seemed to be fine, but he would have to check it more closely before risking using it.

Taking care to lock the door, he activated the magic that allowed him to see in the dark and went on to explore the rest of the house. He quickly checked behind the counter, where he found another vase with a dried plant, a desk phone and some old pamphlets.

The passage led to a corridor with two doors, each on one side and at the end a hall with a staircase. He moved quickly to the first door and discovered it was a kitchen.

He looked quickly at the room, mentally noting that he was going to need to buy a coffee maker (obviously, Asgore was a tea man, not a coffee man) and thanking him that there was a microwave.

Since there was no foul smell there, he assumed the refrigerator must be empty (but better not to risk it, he didn't want to have to deal with a “gas bomb” if he was wrong).

He advanced to the other door. It was a small office, or it should be. There was only a table and chair, two metal files and more pots of dead plants.

He closed the door that creaked and turned back to the stairs. There was a door under it. An entrance to the basement probably. He checked the door and realized it was locked.

Well, he would test the keys he received later and see if any would open it. Controlling himself not to get carried away by the paranoia that arose in leaving an unchecked place behind (he repeated to himself that he was locked, but he sharpened his hearing just in case).

He started up the stairs and was pleased to notice that some steps creaked (it would be a good and cheap warning system). So far everything was going very well (except for the near-disaster at the entrance, but he had somehow overcome it, right? Maybe he was really getting better!).

On the second floor there were a little more signs that someone had once inhabited that place.

There was what looked like a small living room on one side, with some furniture covered by sheets. He pulled them over, covering the nasal openings into the rising dust cloud.

A sofa, a reading chair, a standing lamp, a small table next to the chair and a bookcase. He looked approvingly, already imagining himself lying on the couch with a beer watching some TV show (that is clear if the old TV stored in the deposit still worked).

Leaving the room, and his dreams of nights (and perhaps days) of inactivity watered with alcohol and bad programs he continued down the hall.

A small bathroom (needed new shower curtains), a bedroom with a double bed (reminder: talk to Toriel if she didn't want that mammoth bed. Don't even think he was going to have a bed that was practically a field football), a wardrobe, a dresser and a broken lamp.

He left the room already imagining himself sleeping on the sofa for the time being (for those who had spent a lot of time sleeping in sleeping bags, uncomfortable hospital beds, or even on the hard floor, he had no doubts that he could sleep anywhere, in fact any soft surface already it was a luxury) and went to the last door. Maybe it was another office or a guest room and he could ...

His thoughts died abruptly when he opened the door.

...oh!

Blood stood with his hands on the doorknob, looking sadly into what was clearly a children room.

The other rooms were only sparsely furnished or decorated, but this one was complete.There was a small bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a toy chest. There were pictures and curtains, a lamp and a rug, stuffed animals and even a small trophy on a shelf surrounded by cobwebs.

He lowered his eyes and closed the door, not quite sure what to do with the small sanctuary Asgore had set up for a son who would never return home.

He would think about what to do next, there was still a lot to do before he cared about it (there was only one thing he was sure of, if it were up to him, Toriel would never know about that room).

There was another staircase at the end of the hall. He started to climb them and a strange sensation took him with each step. He stopped in front of the simple door and studied it critically. There was magic there. Strong magic! Whatever Asgore kept in that room was being protected by something powerful.

Blood considered whether to turn away and walk away, wait for backup before venturing into a place with such heavy magic.

He straightened his shoulders and growled. Fuck it! That was his home now! He could have lost an "eye", had a hole in his skull and several cracks in his psyche, but he was not a coward, he was not going to endanger others... and honestly, we are talking about Asgore! The guy who grew flowers and served tea even to enemies. The monster that volunteered in schools and orphanages, he would not put something dangerous in the house he intended to live in (even though he had personally seen the damage that same monster was able to do in enemy lines).

With a nod, he grabbed the round handle and turned it, opening it all at once and immediately being blinded by bright light.

Blinking his magic to get used to the sudden change he focused on his other senses. He immediately smelled green and a cool breeze had washed over him.

An open window maybe? That would explain all that light ... but there was too much light to be a window, maybe some form of magic... or a skylight maybe? He looked up and felt his chin loosen in surprise.

The ceiling... was gone.

What a hell! He thought bitterly, he should have imagined that everything was going very well, of course the roof had to have collapsed and now he would have to have it rebuilt and....

He frowned, trying to understand what he was seeing when his eye light turned to the floor.

Ok... he had smelled green, but as soon as he saw the sky he had imagined that it was due to the state of mold that the place must have been. Only the Angel knew how long it had been like this, but certainly enough time for the water to have gone in there and done its damage to the wood and plaster, but due to the state of green that I was seeing it must have happened not a few months ago or years ago .... but more like decades!

He wanted to pull his damaged orbit, not that it was going to help, but he must be crazy, that could only be the answer to what his “good eye” showed. He stared at the grass between his feet and nudged it, even under his thick-soled shoes he could feel its softness, and okay, there could even be some kind of bush growing there, But hell, that wasn't just a bush... it was a fucking forest!

He took a step forward trying to absorb his surroundings better. Okay, forest was overkill, but grove? No, he didn't know what the right name was, but hell there were trees there!

Had he been transported? He turned quickly and there was the door he saw with relief, and also the wall that she was attached to. He followed her with my eyes spinning slowly. Yes, certainly there was the end and the beginning of another, he looked ahead again. Not a transport spell, but certainly an extension spell. He could not see the end of the side walls, nor the end of the room itself.

Of course, there was also the possibility that it was only the vegetation that covered it, but even so, if it weren't an extension in length it would be in depth (after all, how could trees grow inside a house if there was no depth to their roots?)

He calculated whether to explore or not. On the one hand it was fascinating and mysterious, on the other he didn't want to suddenly discover that everything was just a shell and as soon as he started walking the ground really gave way (after all Asgore had been gone for a while... his magic couldn't last for always, Boss monster or not).

Damn it! If he was going to die in a collapse, so be it (and wouldn't that be ironic? He hadn't died from a shitty grenade exploding over his head, but he would have died from collapsing along with a wood hidden in his ex-superior's house).

He started walking, trying to absorb as much as he could. There were a multitude of plants there. He was not an expert, but he could recognize some species. There were some flowers, fruitful shrubs, and even some medicinal plants that he knew most intimately.

He had been exploring for a few minutes, taking care to keep at least some part of the walls in view when he felt it. All his bones froze as his senses widened.

Someone was watching him.

He stood, trying to locate where the invader was. Whoever it was seemed not to want to show off.

He thought about what to do. He couldn't go out and leave an invader there. He did not know the location and could have an escape route of his own. For the same reason, he hesitated to move forward. He didn't know the terrain, it would be easy to fall into a trap or ambush.

He ducked just as a white bullet flew past him.

-Who's there? - He growled, conjuring a sharp bone as he turned to where the projectile had come from. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary (as if something there was normal!).

-Go-go away! - a shaky voice answered from somewhere to his right.

He became furious.

-Come on your cowardly rat, show up!

-No-not a m-mouse! - Exclaimed the indignant voice.

Blood spun again and could make out a slight movement of a thicket. He froze. It was either a very small monster, or a child. He swallowed and thought he was really crazy when he broke his attack.

-Hey kid, don't be scared ok? Just get out and let's talk, I promise I won't hurt you. - Risked.

-Pro-promise?

Shit! He was right, it was a kid's drug. Maybe some kid from the neighborhood who had invaded the place.

-I promise. - even crossed over your soul to guarantee.

The grass rustled and a round face peered between the flexible stems before standing timidly.

Blood blinked again, vaguely wondering if he really had died down there and it was all a post-life joke, because by Asgore's sweaty underwear, he was looking into the face of a flower!

Or was it a flower with a face? A face in a flower...?

Okay, come on! It's not like he knew everything, it was perfectly plausible that there was a flower-like monster out there (even though he had never heard of it).

-Hum... Howdy?! - the flower greeted uncertainly. Blood shook his head to clear it.

-Uh... hi?! - greeted as uncertain as the flower. The two stared at each other in silence until he exploded. -You are a flower!

The flower stared at him for a few seconds, before looking down and then turning to him in shock.

-Oh gosh! You're right! How did I never notice this before?

Irony made him cringe inside. Sure he deserved it! But hell in his defense he felt like Alice after falling into the Rabbit hole, so forgive the monster with a hole in the head for figuring out the obvious, after finding a garden in his attic and a talking flower in it.

-And since we're talking about the obvious, you're a skeleton! - the flower seemed to have gained some confidence with its silence. Blood frowned, unsure whether he liked it or not.

-Right. And what are you doing here?

-What do you mean? I live here! What are you doing here? - the flower demanded.

Blood didn't even stop to think (his head was already spinning, it was better to go on autopilot before he started having a headache).

-Well I live here too... or rather I will live. This house is mine now.

-What?! No, no, no! This is dad.. I mean Asgore house. You cannot invade other people's homes just because the owner is not there. This is trespassing and wrong!

The little flower caught its breath and Blood cut it before it started to give a lecture on illegal appropriation of properties.

-No, this house is mine now. Asgore is dead and Toriel gave it to me, so nothing illegal here.

He almost covered his mouth with his hands when he saw the flower wither. His petals falling, his black eyes getting bigger and he could have sworn the whole flower paled before opening his trembling mouth.

-Di-died? - spoke in a whisper.

Great Blood!! He made the poor child cry... Stars! How could he have broken the news like that? This little monster clearly saw Asgore as a father and he hadn't even stopped to analyze what he was going to say.

He sighed thinking about how to fix it, but he only managed a weak "Sorry kid..." before the flower sniffed, cringed into itself and sank into the earth leaving behind a hole and the echo of a single broken sob.

Blood stood there looking at the hole and feeling like the biggest shit on the planet. He sighed and plopped down on the soft grass, staring at the ceiling, or rather the sky that was quickly tinged with orange and purple.

He wondered when his life had become like this? A succession of tragic events and wrong choices (what a lie, he knew very well when... when he tried to be the hero he was not).

The idea that there might be other talking florets crossed his mind briefly, was that after all... a garden? It was entirely possible that there were others. And if so, he had better leave. He had been the bearer of bad news, it wouldn't be a surprise if they decided to attack him (and that would be deserved, wouldn't it?). Not that with their LV they could really hurt him (but if they were a big bunch... well it didn't hurt to dream).

He stayed where he was watching the clouds go by and trying to organize thoughts as scattered as the clouds above.

He should just take a look at the house, catalog the most urgent repairs to be made, the furniture he needed to buy / remove from the deposit (since Toriel had said he could keep everything he found there... of course it was not included in the offer. mini forest and talking flowers or otherwise he could have refused) and then return to the hotel where he was staying for the week, empty a pack of 6 and sleep until noon the next day.

He was divided as to whether he should go after the Flower (for what? Comfort them? He sucked at it! It would only do more damage), call Toriel (by the way, she had to deal with enough shit from him to deal with this one) and tell what he had discovered, go back to the hotel and drink until he forgot (and then call Toriel to deal with it).

He closed his eyes.

He just needed a moment to compose himself. From the earlier panic attack to the surprising (and sad) discoveries he was mentally exhausted.

It was getting too dark, he didn't want to have to go look for the flower in a forest (which only the Angel knew the size or what else it contained) or have to go down the stairs in the dark (after the Flower he didn't want to discover that the bunnies of dust were also sentient beings and were waiting for him at the stairwell).

-I already knew...

It was really lucky that he was just bones or else he would have jumped out of his skin with the fright he got when he heard the flower next to his skull. He literally jumped up and it was a miracle that he hadn't summoned a blaster and blew the plant out of existence.

-Dammit kid don't do something like that!

-Flowey! My name is Flowey, not kid! - the Flower sulked without looking at him.

-Hum... ok Flowey (Stars! That totally smelled like Asgore). - he sat down slowly in front of the Flower, or rather Flowey. - What did you know?

-That he's gone...- they sniffed and stared at the sky - I knew... it's been a long time and... and he said it wouldn't be long... so when he didn't come back... I knew. I just didn't want to believe...

Blood averted his face. - I'm sorry. Asgore was... He was a good monster.

The Flower nodded and looked at him. - And now?

-And now, indeed.

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Thank you for reading and comments are welcome!!

#undertale #horrortale #underfell #uf!flowey #ht!sans #horrorcest #kind of #my fic #tattooistxflorist #no my au #redtomatofan #ut!toriel #pstd #traumas #dragon skull flower shop

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ripples-in-the-river · 4 years

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I feel like Deltarune's thing is uh.

I think monsters dont have magic. Think about it. Suzie fights with an axe. Only Lancer and the Darkners show any sort of powers. The houses have technology, and cars. People go to school.

This feels like maybe this is a universe where either monster souls and human souls have opposite powers. Maybe this is a reverse-Undertale situation where monsters beat humans and placed them "underground", except something happened and when humans are sealed, they become Darkners.

Or maybe... This is actually what happens after the people of Undertale are brought up. it just feels like the Deltarune world is very... Humanlike. There used to be lots of differences and talk, and I mean, seriously, monsters serve human food to Kris and Undyne is a freaking police officer. There's no talk about "hey, look, the human kid came back, crap, do we still have that human cocoa?" I mean, Kris says the hot cocoa burns, but by definition, monster food CAN'T hurt, and I think it never does in-game in Undertale.

(did they actually say that though? Can't remember)

It feels like maybe someone ripped the monsters of their magic. From what we know about Undertale, magic is what makes monsters who they are. It's part of their identity: MK talks about bullet-patterned birthday cards, they talk about turning to dust, there's the core, Toriel's kitchen that works with fire magic. But here... If you see the graves, you'll notice how Gerson, Snowflake, and Shyren's sister are all dead. Napstablook and Mettaton are nowhere to be seen either. Alphys didn't get her scientist job because she never did the hoax of Mettaton being an artificial soul, since there was no soul science at all.

I mean seriously in the underground, everyone knows about souls, but in Deltarune, Ralsei has to explain it to Kris. Why would a kid who grew up with monsters (and also around Undyne of all people) not know that?

Unless this is a world where nobody can do magic at all. There's a CHURCH, meaning magic is something ethereal and not something everyone does. People go to hospitals, which are actually not shown in the underground, or talked about much. And without magic, determination science, or the capacity to dust and be reformed, Alphys wouldn't be able to save any of the fallen down monsters, hence the graves.

Heck, maybe there was no war between humans and monsters without magic, which humans feared. Or maybe humans just sort of combined.

Also, honestly? It's hinted that Kris rips off their soul often, as they always slam it into their rolly bag thing, and this bag is earlier referred to as something that has seen a few crashes. So Kris should know about souls already.

Honestly? My theory is something else. Maybe this is the world of Undertale BEFORE magic appeared, and when it did, stuff changed. Maybe humans came back? Maybe that creepy backdoor next to the church is actually the "Underground" humans live in. Heck, maybe this is Undertale except someone blew up the roof and now they have the sky, but can't get out anyways, so they're more stable. Maybe this is just a long, long time after Undertale. Maybe Kris changed their name

Maybe what we see is Kris messing up with the resets by ripping their soul off. Maybe we're seeing Kris killing off humans, or destroying magic, or messing the timeline so weird holes appear, and pocket dimensions come out of nowhere. Maybe this is just a long time after Undertale and Kris messed up the resets so badly that now nobody met, they have no magic, and they live on the surface. Maybe everyone is just alive becaue this is limbo, in a run where everyone was killed, and Kris is Chara and Frisk mixed together. Maybe this is the place where the character go between resets. Heck, maybe they'll acknowledge that this is a movie.

Or maybe what we see is like, some sort of meta thing. Toby Fox knew players loved Undertale. He's made the meta already with "you have no choice". And in Undertale, "no choice" refers to the killer run, wirh Chara moving your character. So maybe this is what the game will be about. And maybe whar we saw was somewhere, limbo, where Chara destroyed everything, but then Frisk, the player, whatever is a kind lifeforce, came back, and they hate being controlled and they want our.

Maybe the first game was also about choice, but in a different way. Maybe determination is directly linked to buttercups. Seriously, it's not soul power. Flowey has no soul. But both of them first respawned on BUTTERCUPS. Asriel died and came back as a buttercup. Maybe Frisk died, but then they fell onto a buttercup, too. Hence the respawn.

And Frisk has... Bandages. BANDAGES. Why from where??? Maybe Frisk IS Chara, but wirh a different body. We knew with the plot-twist at the end that WE, as the chosen name we gave Chara, weren't the actual character. Chara, or the name we gave them, was someone who was DEAD. And???? Well, maybe... Its dumb but maybe Chara died, and wjen Toriel carried them to the buttercups, they respawned. And just like Asriel, they gave themself a new name. They called themself Frisk. And jhsr like Flowey, they didn't recognize each other at all since neither of them really was anything like who they were before.

So maybe the second game is us taking control of Chara again, except this Chara is still alive, and they hate us for controlling them, so they're ripping themselves out.

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stripestheboar · 7 years

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Sleepover

Okay.... I know I said I’ll only take Tumblr requests....... BUT DAMN IT I AM WEAK.

This one comes from Dragonsrule18 from FanFiction. The request?

My request is a little friendship/bonding fluff with Frisk and Undyne, either set during the hangout with Undyne in the game or after the True Pacifist ending. Undyne accidentally scares Frisk badly, unintentionally doing or saying something that triggers either a flashback of their battle or a flashback of Frisk's past before she/he/they met the monsters if Frisk had a bad past. When Undyne realizes how much she scared Frisk, she tries to comfort her in some way. The only other request I have for this oneshot is that there was not a genocide run.

My girl.... I DELIVER!

Word count: 3307

WARNING: There will be implications of child abuse.

“And remember that she is a growing young girl,” Toriel reminded checking her phone for any missed messages before looking back up at the two. “So make sure she eats plenty and doesn’t go to sleep too late, understood?”

Undyne grinned confidently, and with little effort, heaved Frisk to a sitting position on her shoulder, causing the young girl to giggle in amusement. “‘Course, Toriel!” Undyne assured. “She’ll be fine with me. Besides, if this little tyke can survive a battle with me, she’ll survive a night.” Toriel raised a brow as she crossed her arms. “Oh? That’s not very reassuring,” she huffed, checking the time once again. Frisk gave Undyne’s back a little pat, signalling she wanted to be set back down. Once back on her feet, she approached her mother with a cheeky little grin, her overnight backpack slung over her shoulder. “I’ll be fine, mom!” she told her. “Undyne and I are besties. She’ll take great care of me, promise.” The boss monster’s expression softened greatly and she gave a hesitant nod. “Yes yes, I know,” she murmured, “but you know how this old woman worries.” She looked at her phone one more time, before giving Frisk a quick hug. “I’ll be back for you tomorrow morning, understand? I must go now. Have fun with Undyne, dear.” And with that, Toriel strode back to her car as the pair waved her goodbye.

“Goodbye, mom!”

“See you tomorrow, Toriel!”

Soon enough, the two were watching the car disappeared from view, and by the time it had vanished, they were going back inside.

“It’s cool that we can hang out again, Dyne,” Frisk spoke, sitting on the couch big enough to hold a good three people. “Yeah, it’s been forever,” Undyne agreed, going to the kitchen to make themselves some tea. “Just the two of us. You and me.” “Where is Alphys, anyways?” the young girl asked, turning back on her knees on the couch in order to view Undyne from over the top of it. “Eh, she’s got some science duties n’ stuff,” she shrugged, boiling the water for their hot drinks. “So she’s pulling an all-nighter. She’ll be back tomorrow morning, but you’ll be asleep around then. So tonight, it’s just the two of us.” Frisk couldn’t help but smile, being reminded of their very first hangout back in the Underground.

“So what do you have planned?” was the next question the small human asked. “Eh, I got a good action movie we can watch, or maybe a good anime from Al’s collection,” she suggested, dipping the tea bags. “Oh, and some cooking, too. How does that sound?” She noticed the worried frown on Frisk’s face, looking a tad bit scared even. “No no, don’t worry,” Undyne chuckled, rushing to clear the worry up. “We have an electric stove. No fires, I promise.” This brought the happy smile back.

“Yeah!” Frisk agreed. “We’ll cook and we can watch movies while we eat. That sounds pretty fun.” Undyne grinned before pouring the tea for the both of them. “Glad you like it. It’s been a while since I’ve cooked anything. Al practically lives off of that packaged human food, and Paps has been busy with… Papyrus stuff.” She brought the cups over to the couch, handing the still steaming drink to Frisk, who gently blew on it. Like a wimp. Undyne drank her scorching hot tea without hesitation, which only served to impress her companion.

After the tea was done and they had finished catching up on events such as school and life up above ground, the two decided it was time to get started on their food for the night. Luckily it wouldn’t end in the house burning down. Probably.

“So what’s on the menu for tonight?” Frisk asked, hoisting herself to sit on the counter of the kitchen. “Lasagna,” Undyne replied, already going into the pantry to get the supplies they needed. Once the ingredients were set, the two stood in the middle of the kitchen, ready to get started.

“Ready?” Undyne asked, looking down at Frisk. She looked up at the fish monster with a confident smile and gave a nod, but Undyne wasn’t taking such a pathetic excuse for an answer as evidence. “No no, I mean, ARE YOU READY?” she demanded. Frisk nodded, filled with determination.

“Yeah I’m ready!”

“I said ARE YOU READY?!”

“Heck yeah I’m ready!”

“ARE YOU READY FRISK?!”

“HECK FLIPPIN’ YEAH I’M READY!”

“THEN LET’S BAKE SOME LASAGNA! NGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

And with that, the two ran to their ready positions. “Frisk! Sauce!” Undyne demanded, grabbing a large basket full of vegetables, heaving all it contents onto the counter. “Yes ma’am!” Frisk immediately began mashing the vegetables with a meat tenderizer, since she wasn’t comfortable holding knives just yet. With all her strength, she beat every single vegetable into a purée, the small weapon of destruction and tenderization helping to mash it fast enough to Undyne’s liking. She was no longer a Frisk among tomatoes, but a warrior against her puny enemies, as her friend would describe. Once the sauce was done, she scraped it all into the pot, only now noticing how dirty her clothes she had gotten from the juices of her mashed enemies. Still, she didn’t mind, for this was pretty fun. She scooped the rest of the sauce into the pot, putting it on the stove to heat up.

“Next, the pan!” Undyne yelled, tossing the glass pan used to hold the lasagna onto the counter. Only by the grace of the almighty did it not shatter upon impact. Frisk caught the no-stick spray used to grease up the pan and sprayed the inside of the pan until the container was empty, leaving the glass with a thick layer of oil in the inside. Some of the grease even leaked onto the floor. It was probably extremely unhealthy, but she didn’t care. She was too busy having fun.

“Now the flat noodle things!” Frisk hurried to turn around and catch the box of lasagna strips, throwing them into the pot full of water at full force. She then turned up the heat as far as it would go, to where the water was boiling within seconds. She didn’t even know water could boil that fast. The pasta was ready within minutes, and by then, Undyne had already finished browning the meat she was preparing, burning them until they were a brownish-black.

“Alright, Frisk, now drain that pot until it has nothing left to give you but the weak, limp remains of your enemies!” Okay, that was a bit too much imagery, but Frisk only gave a nod and grabbed the pot, running over to Undyne, who was already by the sink and draining the meat.

However, the little section of tiled floor that she ran on was unfortunately greased up from the overkill of spraying the pan. Upon stepping on that little patch of tile, Frisk slipped, hurling the the pot of boiling water in front of her. Luckily, the pot was thrown aiming downwards, so most of the water hit the floor, but some of the scalding liquid got straight onto Undyne’s bare feet and legs. Her high HP was already beginning to lower as she let out swears and grunts of pain.

Some people may say that Undyne has a few anger issues. When someone is in pain, they tend to act unpredictably.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Undyne shouted, jumping away and falling to the floor, grasping at her burning leg. The skin was already starting to peel off.

People in pain tend to do things they don’t meant to do.

Undyne swore once again, gritting her teeth and slamming her fist into the floor, cracking the tile. Frisk scrambled to her feet, backing away. “D-Dyne! O-oh my god, I’m so sorr-”

They tend to say things they don’t mean.

“AGH! MOTHER FUCKER! LOOK WHAT YOU DID YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

Frisk let out a squeak at the outburst, tears becoming visible in her eyes, but Undyne was too busy trying to help her injured feet to notice until Frisk ran off. “Fuck,” he cursed to herself, grabbing onto the ledge of the counter and hoisting herself up. “Frisk! Wait!”

But she was already gone.

Undyne cursed to herself once again, struggling to steady herself. Within a few seconds, she was able to muster strength to stand without the support of the counter. “Frisk!” she called into the hallway she had seen her friend disappear into. “C’mon, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” There was no answer. Undyne mentally scolded herself for letting herself lose her temper like that.

“Frisk!” she called once again, hobbling towards the hallway despite the pain. Once at the entrance, she saw her bestie near the end of the passage, beside the bedrooms. She was backed up at the end of the hall, watching the monster cautiously. She looked worried, and even… scared?

“Frisk? You okay?” Undyne asked, lowering her voice to a gentle murmur, a worried look in her eye as she stepped towards her friend, the pain no longer being an issue in her mind. But to her great surprise, Frisk dashed away, scampering like a frightened child afraid of a punishment from their parents. She ran into Undyne and Alphys’ room, slamming the door shut. Undyne blinked, astonished by the reaction. Had she scared Frisk that bad? She didn’t think so. It had only been some shouting and swears, and the human should know well enough that it was from pain and not caused by any sort of hate. She made her way over to the bedroom and grabbed the handle, once again surprised when she found it locked. She grunted and twisted the handle until the lock and handle broke. She would get it fixed later. This was a much more important matter. Her bestie was scared and hiding from her.

Forcing the door open, she scanned the room carefully, but there was no sign of Frisk. She let out a huff and began to search the room, looking under beds and in the closet. She soon found her friend in the bathroom, following the sounds of muffled crying and the smell of tomato sauce that led to the bathtub. Without turning on the lights or warning Frisk of her presence, Undyne drew the curtains back, her soul breaking upon hearing the kid let out a surprised scream.

Frisk was cowering in the bathtub, her knees brought to her chest and her hands covering her turned away face, though Undyne could still tell from the labored breathing and soft sounds that she was now sobbing. She trembled under the other’s shadow, mustering out a few shaky words before Undyne even had the chance to say anything.

“P-pl-please don’t hu-hurt me,” she begged, tucking into herself more as if it would somehow protect her. Undyne furrowed her brow, her worry for her friend overwhelming her as she reached out to touch Frisk’s arm. “Whoa whoa, Frisk,” she said softly. “I’m not going to hurt yo-” As soon as her hand made contact, the child drew back with a jerk, tensing up more as if she expected Undyne to yank her out of the tub. Undyne drew her hand back as well, her soul practically chipping away at the sight. What was going through her head right now to make her so scared of one of her best friends?

“I-I’m so sorry,” the human sobbed, refusing to look up at her. “J-just please d-d-don’t hurt me!”

“Frisk… Frisk I’m not going to hurt you,” Undyne assured gently, getting to her knees as she grasped the side of the tub. “We’re besties, remember? I’d never hurt you… Frisk, just calm down, okay. It was an accident. I’m not mad at you, I swear.”

Undyne had to repeat this to her several times, trying once more to touch her again. Once again, Frisk drew back, but he words seemed to help, as her shaking soon stopped and she let Undyne gently grasp her hand, squeezing it gently to let her know she still cared for her. “You’re okay… I promise.”

After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, Frisk finally looked up at Undyne with bleary eyes, tear marks clear down her face in the dim light coming from the bedroom. “Y-you’re not going to punish me?” she whispered. “Even after I hurt you?” Undyne shook her head firmly, giving her a soft smile. “Of course not, Frisk. It was a simple mistake. I’d never hurt you, okay? And I’m fine. I just need a few cinnabunnies and I’m good to go. You think a bit of hot water is gonna take me down, punk?” Frisk could help but giggle at this, shaking her head. “No… no I guess not,” she replied, wiping away her tears. “Good, now let’s get you a warm bath, okay? That’ll relax you. You’re all messy, too.” She tussled Frisk’s brown lock, rubbing some of the vegetable juices in deeper while Frisk only giggled and tried to bat her hand away.

After that little confrontation in the tub, Frisk got out as Undyne got up to turn on the lights so it wouldn’t be so gloomy in there. She started a bath as Frisk began to undress. A bath sounded really nice to her right now. By the time the water was ready, her tears had dried, and she got in without hesitation, giving Undyne a quiet thank you and apologized once again before starting to wash up. Undyne only dismissed the apology and went to clean up the mess.

After only a few minutes, Undyne had soaked up the now cold water and thrown away the spilt pasta, also taking the sauce and meat off the stove to store them away for another time. When she got back to the bathroom, Frisk was all lathered up and was already rinsing the soap out of her short hair. She no longer seemed upset, though she did look a tad saddened, mostly ashamed for the way she had reacted.

Dyne went about getting a towel, setting it on the edge of the tub. She was about to leave, when that sharp, guard-trained eye of hers caught something peculiar. She turned and looked at Frisk, who was turned away in the tub and was still rinsing herself off. Yeah, there was something definitely there.

Along the young girl’s back were small lines, thin, sharp strips of lighter toned flesh in comparison to the rest of her warm skin. Upon closer inspection, these small slices of color turned out to be scars. And not just simple scratches, but cuts that split skin and caused humans to bleed. Undyne unconsciously moved forward, sitting on the edge of the tub as she observed Frisk’s back. She could now see smaller, less noticeable scratches along the skin. There weren’t many, but they were definitely worrying. Undyne’s soul didn’t drop completely into her stomach until she saw patches of scars that she actually had trouble identifying. They reminded her of patchwork and were mostly located around her collarbone. With a bit of imaginative thinking, though, she soon realized that they were burn marks. Small ones, and too few and evenly placed to be accidental. From the way these looked, they seemed to be from quite a while ago, too.

Frisk tensed upon feeling gentle hands unconsciously trace along the faded, but still very visible scars along the back of her body. She let Undyne do this, not saying anything to her friend.

“Where did these come from?” Undyne spoke softly, moving her hand away. Frisk hesitated, but still answered. “From before the Underground,” she replied in a barely audible voice. She heard a soft sigh behind her, and after a few minutes of silence, she heard her get up.

“Alright, no more thinking sad thoughts. Let’s get you dried up, okay?” Frisk nodded and smiled as she was handed the towel. Undyne left to let her dry herself off, retrieving her pajamas from the backpack and letting her get dressed in peace. Undyne, too, got dressed in something more comfortable, getting into some sweatpants and a talk top just as Frisk left the bathroom.

“So, instant noodles and an action movie?” the older girl suggested, already heading to the kitchen with the younger trailing behind her. “Yeah!” the girl replied, sounding more enthusiastic now. “Something overly processed and packaged sounds really good right now.” Undyne gave a soft laugh in response, going to cook up some three-minute instant pasta. As she did so, Frisk ran over to the TV and DVD player and pop in the action movie the two had been talking about. Once the movie was in and the unhealthy pasta was ready, the two sat down on the couch. Undyne handed Frisk her chopsticks, who took them in confusion.

“Why do you have chopsticks?” the smaller asked, looking up at the taller. “Al likes to use them whenever she really gets into anime,” was the chuckled reply. Frisk gave her a weird look. “Why don’t you just use forks?” She got a weird look in return. “What, you mean doing it the easy way?” Frisk let out a giggle before forcing herself to figure out how to use the sticks correctly as the movie started.

The opening played, and fortunately for the two, it was just as awesome and epic as the two had been hoping for. As the movie went on, knives were flying, fire was blasting, bombs were bursting; it was any adrenaline junkie’s paradise. The noodles were soon depleted, leaving the two to watch the movie in the dark with crossed legs, Frisk excitedly hugging a couch pillow as Undyne cheered on the main character.

Of course, as with every movie, there was the obligational part where the movie slowed when times were looking down, the main character looking for inspiration to keep going and save his friends. Undyne looked over and smiled at Frisk, who seemed to be having a rather fun time judging from the smile on her face and the giggle at the occasional joke. She gave her a gentle elbow. “Hey punk,” she said softly, grabbing the other’s attention. “You know we’d never hurt you, right?” Frisk frowned for half a second, but a small smile soon returned to her face. “Yeah, I know,” she replied. “And you know that we’re always here to help you? And protect you, right?” The young girl got a bit bleary-eyed and nodded, the smile growing wider. “Yeah, I know,” she replied, quickly giving her friend a tight hug. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Undyne blinked in surprise, but grinned, giving Frisk a soft pat on the head. “No problem, punk. You mean the word to us.”

Their attention was soon brought back to the movie by the sounds of a loud explosion. Frisk slowly let go of Undyne and the two best friends went back to enjoying the movie together.

Hours later, Alphys trudged through the front door, letting out a tired yawn as she locked it. She was surprised to see the TV screen stuck on its idle state this early in the morning. She straightened her glasses, glancing over at the couch to see something that brought a smile to her face. Undyne was slumped over on the side of the couch, snoring lightly after having fallen asleep there. Frisk was there as well, laying against Undyne’s side as she was oblivious to the monster entering the room whilst in her slumber. Alphys watched the two for a moment before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the pair. “Good night, you two,” she whispered, turning off the TV and going to bed, leaving the besties asleep on the couch.

#request #Coonfics #Frisk #Undyne #fluff #abuse #Undertale

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stainedglassthreads · 7 years

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Triad-Chapter 5

Triad

Arc 1: Ruins

Part 2

Pacifist

Seeing such a cute, tidy house in the Ruins gives you determination.

The human followed Toriel into the small, purple cottage. They entered, to find her already waiting for them.

They took a few moments to look around the house, waves of deja vu crashing onto them. Except, unlike in the Ruins, which had been a neutral form of familiarity like the route you walk to school or work every morning, this was the familiarity of a place in which you had once lived, and dearly loved.

“Do you smell that?” Toriel asked them, smiling broadly. “Surprise! It is a butterscotch-cinnamon pie! I thought we might celebrate your arrival. I want you to have a nice time living here.” Toriel’s smile shifted to something slightly more teasing. ��So I will hold off on snail pie for tonight.” Her expression brightened again. “Here, I have another surprise for you!”

Toriel headed down a hallway to the right, her soft paws padding first on hardwood floor, and then on soft carpeting. The human followed her. Toriel stopped in front of a door and spun around, a huge smile on her face. “This is it!” she exclaimed. She excitedly took the human’s hand, and led them right to the door. “A room of your own! I hope you like it!” Toriel affectionately rubbed the human’s head.

The human did not react.

Toriel suddenly stopped, beginning to glance about, deely sniffing the air. “Is something burning…?” She glanced down at the human. “Um, make yourself at home!” The goat monster quickly dashed away.

The human opened the door, stepped inside, and promptly stopped in their tracks.

It was their room.

For the first time since they had fallen to the Underground, their first true outward display of emotion, or anything besides neutrality. They sunk to their knees, eyes wide open at the nearly identical room.

...Nearly.

They crawled to the toybox, and peered inside. Dusty toys. The human didn’t recognize any of them. The human shoved the box under the bed, not wanting to look at the unfamiliar toys. They stood up, and walked unsteadily towards another box, peering inside. Their eyes boggled. Child’s shoes. Their vision started getting blurry with tears. They couldn’t focus on that now. They reeled for a moment, falling backwards onto the carpet, roughly.

After rubbing the tears out of their eyes, they walked towards the closet, throwing the doors open.

Striped sweaters.

Their sweaters…

None of his...

They threw themself on the bed, tears welling up again, burying their face in the pillow for a few moments before starting to punch it repeatedly. They kicked their legs wildly.

There had been other children.

WHY.

Had Toriel forgotten about them and him? Surely she hadn’t she wasn’t the type to do that, right? And he hadn’t been erased like that old man.

There was no way.

The human peeked over the edge of the bed.

His plushies. His favorite one wasn’t there, sadly. Nevertheless, the human grabbed one, hugging it tightly.

...Was it that it didn’t smell like him anymore, or that they had forgotten what he had smelled like?

They drifted off to sleep like that. Hugging his plushy.

...

……

………

Who is Chara?

Why do you keep calling me that name?

Who are you?

I can’t find the way out. I thought I had found it, but it’s not there…

Where am I?

Someone please help me…

The human woke up to find that they had been sleeping rather restlessly. Their arms were still locked tightly around the plushie, but most of the blankets were partly wrapped around their legs and partly cascading off the ball in a fabric waterfall. One pillow had fallen off the bed, while the human had curled up almost completely on the other.

The human slowly uncurled, and sat up, casting their gaze across the room. There was a plate sitting in the middle of the floor. On the plate was a pie. It had once been piping hot, but had long since cooled over the night.

The human slid off the bed and landed on the floor, stepping towards the pie and crouching down near it.

They were not hungry.

They went back to the closet, avoiding looking at the green and yellow striped sweaters. There, at the bottom of the closet, was a small bag.

The human picked up the bag, walked back to the pie, and placed the pie slice in the bag.

The human marched directly out of the room, right up to Toriel. Toriel was sitting in an armchair by a blazing fire, donning reading glasses and reading a large book. She looked up as the human approached.

“Up already, I see?” she asked the human, giving them a warm smile. “Um. I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here.”

The human did not respond, their neutral mask absolutely perfect.

Toriel continued, lost in her fantasy. “There are so many old books I want to share, I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot.” Her eyes lit up, she turned her attention back to the human completely. The fire popped and crackled merrily, seeming to brighten to match her mood. “I’ve also prepared a curriculum for your education! This may come as a surprise to you, but I have always wanted to be a teacher! Actually, perhaps that isn’t very surprising?” She paused. “...Still. I am glad to have you living here.”

Toriel smiled fondly at the human for a few moments. The human stared pointedly back.

“Oh, did you need something? What is it?” she asked the human.

The human asked how to leave the Ruins.

There was an awkward pause. The fire died down.

Toriel finally broke the silence, giving the human a strained smile that tried to be reassuring. “Wh-what? This… this is your home now.”

The human stared blankly.

Toriel glanced about the room for a suitable distraction, before her eyes settled on the book she was reading. The strained smile returned to her face. “Um. Would you like to hear about the book I am reading? It is called ‘72 Uses for Snails’! How about it?”

The human stared blankly, and then repeated their question.

Toriel looked flustered. “Ummm…” Her cheeks colored, and she shoved the book in front of her snout to hide that. “How about an ex-exciting snail fact? Did you know, ah, that snails… Snails sometimes flip their digestive systems as they mature? Interesting!” As she spoke the snail fact, she seemed to calm down slightly, easy the book back into her lap and smiling earnestly at the human.

As though by conveying all the emotions clashing within her through her facial muscles, she would be able to convince this human child to stay here, no matter their emotions or reasons for wishing to leave.

The fire churned nervously.

It failed.

The human stared blankly, and then repeated their question.

Toriel’s face fell.

The fire went out.

“...I have to do something. Stay here.”

Toriel got up and ran so fast that she accidentally dropped the book on the floor.

The human followed her, down the stairs to the basement.

The basement was familiar to the human. At first it was just familiar in the way the Ruins had been, but then the human detected in the familiarity a stomach-wrenching sense of guilt and regret.

Guilt and regret that did not belong to them.

The human walked forwards, and stopped when they were several feet behind Toriel’s back.

Toriel’s hands were clenched into fists, and trembling.

“You wish to know how to return ‘home’, do you not? Ahead of us lies the end of the Ruins. A one-way exit to the rest of the Underground. I am going to destroy it. No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs.”

Her words were authoritative, an ultimatum.

But her shaking voice betrayed her emotions.

She walked down the corridor as quickly as she could.

The human followed at their own pace, stopping again several feet away from her back.

Her arms and shoulders were slack now, her fingers loosely curled into fists.

“Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come. They leave. They die. You naive little child…”

Her voice now was a unique voice. It was low, a monotone. The voice of someone who had seen history repeat so many times that she was very nearly resigned to it, very nearly ready to give up. And yet there was still so much fight in her. Sparks of a fading fire that simply refused to fade and cool.

“If you leave the Ruins… They… Asgore... will kill you.”

That single name. So drenched in so many powerful negative emotions. Hatred. Anger. Fear. Sorrow. Loathing.

That single name.

So. Damn. Familiar.

And confusing emotions, not the human’s, that came rolling in with the familiarity.

Fear, first.

Then determination.

And finally understanding, and pity.

“I am only protecting you, you understand? ...go to your room.”

Her voice very nearly broke.

She walked down the corridor as quickly as she could.

The human followed at their own pace, stopping again several feet away from her back.

Toriel had corrected her posture. Ramrod straight spine. Her joints were locked. Head held high. Eyes staring straight ahead. If it weren’t for her words, it would be impossible to tell if she realized the human was there or not.

“Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning.”

Her voice was like steel. Cold and unyielding.

She walked down the corridor as quickly as she could.

The human followed at their own pace, stopping again several feet away from her back.

She was relaxed, ready for something. Her fingers flexed, and limbs stretched.

“You want to leave so badly? Hmph. You are just like the others. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself… Prove to me you are strong enough to survive!”

Toriel had buried any sign of her emotion under an imposing vocal mask of steel and ice.

The human was unfazed.

#triad #triad-ruins #triad-pacifist #pacifist-runner #toriel

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The Pacifist with More than Determination Ch.3

Kirara: Ok a little free time finally. Let’s keep going. Frisk is going to show more about herself in this chapter. This one will end the time with Toriel. This one is another long chapter, I imagine as I write this. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to Toby Fox. I only own OCs.

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Chapter 3: Heartache

Frisk POV

I entered the house with Toriel and was instantly greeted with the smell of something delicious. I didn’t even notice how hungry I was. It seems Toriel noticed.

“Do you smell that?” She asked. I only nodded in response. “Surprise! It’s Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie.” That sounded amazing. I have a huge weakness for sweet baked goods. “I thought we might celebrate your arrival.” Toriel said. “I want you to have a nice time living here.” I frowned at that. “So I’ll hold off on snail pie for tonight. Here, I have another surprise for you.” She said and walked further into the warm house. I silently followed and we came I front of a door.

“Here it is.” Toriel said with a bright smile. “A room of your own. I hope you like it!” She patted my head lightly.

“Is something burning? Make yourself at home.” She said before rushing to the kitchen, I suppose. I entered the room and looked around. It was obviously a kid’s room. I sat on the bed. I can’t live here. This was not my plan for coming here. I thank Toriel for all she has done for me, but I can’t stay forever. I’ll probably stay a day or so, but no more. I could feel my eyes watering. I laid face down on the mattress letting my tears flow silently.

‘I’m sorry, Mom.’ That was the last thought on my mind before I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

It was dark. That was all I could see. I could not move and could not feel anything. I could not talk. Then I heard a voice. A deep male voice.

“You can’t give up. Stay determined. Chara! You are the future of monsters and humans.”

I opened my eyes. I was in bed tucked in. The lights were off. A piece of pie was on the ground. My bag on the side of the bed. I got out of the cozy blankets and stretched. I turned on the lights and picked up the pie. It was a moment of pure bliss. I never had anything like it before. I saved a small piece and put it in my bag. Turning the lights off again to save electricity, I decided to explore the house a little. I found Toriel’s room. A notebook with a highlighted passage. It was a skeleton joke. I found myself giggling unintentionally. I loved those little silly puns. I left the room feeling a little happier. It’s the simple things in life that make me happy. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. I went towards the living room passing the stairwell. I wondered what was down there. I found Toriel reading by the fireplace.

“Up already, I see?” Toriel said looking at me.

“Oh yeah,” I smiled. “Um...is it ok if I take a shower, Mom?”

“Of course, my child.” She replied.

I quickly grabbed my second set of clothes from my bag. Clean underwear, blue pants, and a black tank top. I went into a door at the very end of the hallway and stripped. There was a huge bath tub with a shower head, though it didn’t surprise me considering Toriel’s size. I turned the warm water on and stepped into the drops raining on me. I washed my hair and body removing all the dirt, grass, and dry blood from the many cuts I got on my journey so far. I found a hair dryer and quickly dried my hair. It’s a little frizzy, but much better than before. I washed my beloved sweater and undergarments and left them out to dry. I dressed in my pants and tank top and headed to the living room to sit by the warm fire with Toriel. She seemed a little surprised at my sudden change of attire.

“Um, I want you to know how glad I am to have someone here. There are so many old books I want to share. I want to show you my favorite bug-hunting spot. I also prepared a curriculum for your education.” Toriel said after a while of comfortable silence. “This may come as a surprise to you, but I always wanted to be a teacher. Actually…perhaps that isn’t very surprising.”

I laughed a bit at that.

“I’m sure you will be a great teacher, mom.” I told her after the laughter died down. “But, I already graduated high school. Hang on, I’ll show you my diploma.” I quickly grabbed the folder from my bag and sat back down. Opening it was the envelope on one side and the certificate on the other. I gave the certificate to Toriel and saw her read it.

“Frisk Avalon. What a pretty name. I’m impressed and very proud of you.” She smiled at me.

“Thanks mom.” I said smiling.

“I must apologize. I thought you were much younger.” Toriel said in a low voice.

“Don’t worry. I look younger than 16 after all. I didn’t grow up to be very tall.” I dismissed.

“I still should have noticed it sooner. You are well developed in certain areas.” She replied with a playful smile.

I blushed at that and covered by face with my hands. I didn’t have much. Just average and humble B cups. Toriel was laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. After a while we finally stopped and returned to a normal conversation. Toriel had returned my sweater and underwear telling me she dried them in a dryer I didn’t know we had. I snacked on one of the sandwiches I had packed and shared one with Toriel. She used some magic on it before eating it. I guess monsters need to enchant human food to eat them. I still haven’t told her my intentions for leaving yet. After that quick meal, Toriel looked at me with that motherly smile she had.

“I’m glad to have you living here.” She said. I only made a face. “Oh, did you want something? What is it?” She asked. I took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Mom, how do I leave the Ruins?” I asked.

“…Why would you want to leave?” Toriel asked. “This is your home now.”

“I can’t stay here, mom. I need to go back to the surface.” I insisted.

“…I have to do something. Stay here.” She said after a short pause and got up from her chair. I quickly went after her grabbing my bag in the process. I saw her going downstairs and followed, my boots thumping rather loudly against the steps. It was a long purple hallway. She stopped walking and stood there.

“Mom?” I asked, uneasy.

“You wish to return home, do you not?” Toriel asked. Before I could even reply, she continued speaking.

“Ahead of us lies the end of the Ruins. A one-way exit to the rest of the underground. I’m going to destroy it.”

Wait. What? I looked at her in disbelief.

“No one will ever be able to leave again. Now be a good child and go upstairs.” She began walking once again.

I stubbornly followed her. I came with a goal in mind and I was determined to achieve it no matter what. I was rather upset at the moment. I caught up to Toriel. She did not look at me, but she knew I was there.

“Every human that falls down here meets the same fate. I have seen it again and again. They come and they leave. They die. You naïve child… If you leave the Ruins… They… Asgore… Will kill you. I am only protecting you, do you understand?... go to your room.” Mom said and then continued on her way.

I knew the mountain was dangerous, but I made it this far. If Asgore does kill me, I just wasn’t good enough. But I will still move forward. I am determined to finish what I started. I felt terrible for Toriel. How many children have died before I even arrived? I could only imagine the pain she has felt. I won’t let her down. I will conquer the obstacles that the underground has laid up for me. I kept going after mom. We reached a corner. The path was to the left.

Toriel sighed.

“Do not try to stop me. This is your final warning.” That was all she said before leaving me behind again.

I had to disobey her. I ran towards her until we came upon a large violet door. This must be it.

“You want to leave so badly?” Toriel asked facing the door. By her tone of voice, I could tell she was angry. “You are just like the others. There is only one solution to this. Prove yourself. Prove to me you are strong enough to survive.”

She turned towards me and pulled out my soul. Is fighting really the only way to settle this? Her paws were sparking with flame magic. My HP and options were laid out for me. I glanced at the FIGHT option and ignored it afterwards. I will not hurt mom. But still, I didn’t know what to say to her. A large amount of fireballs went my way and I barely dodged them.

“Mom, please,” I begged. “I don’t want to fight.”

That did nothing. She kept aiming more attacks towards me. I kept on dodging. Screw this. I chose mercy and spare. I was greeted with silence. I didn’t care how long we would be at it. I kept dodging and sparing. My sweater has some black marks from her attacks. My HP is halved. I ate a monster candy and spared once again. This seemed to have sparked a reaction from her.

“What are you doing?” She asked as another projectile of fire came my way. “Attack or run away!”

Hell no. I continued sparing. Another attack hit me on my arm. It burned my sweater a little. I thanked whoever made it that it was not flammable.

“What are you proving this way?” Toriel questioned. The pattern continued. “Fight me or leave. Stop it. Stop looking at me that way.” She looked so sad, but I was going to prove to her that I can do this. I will prove to myself that I am strong. That I was not the broken little girl I was before.

“Go away!” Mom took a deep breath. Her attacks were slowing down. I kept sparing. “I know you want to go home, but…please go upstairs now.” There were tears in her beautiful eyes. “I promise I will take good care of you here. I know we do not have much, but…we can have a good life here. Why are you making this so difficult?” She laughed sadly. “Pathetic, is it not? I cannot save even a single child.” I wanted to say something, but nothing came out. “No, I understand. You would be unhappy trapped down here. The Ruins are very small once you get used to them. It would not be right for you to grow up in a place like this. My expectations, loneliness, and fear…For you, my child, I will put them aside.”

My eyes blurred with tears. My soul returned to my body.

“If you truly wish to leave the Ruins, I will not stop you. However, when you leave…please do not come back. I hope you understand.” Toriel said. Then I found myself in her warm embrace. I wrapped my arms around as much as I could without hesitation. It was over after a while. She stood up. “Goodbye, my child.” She turned to leave. I quickly grabbed her sleeve before she went anywhere.

“Mom, please wait.” I begged as I wiped my eyes. “Before you go, I want to give you something.”

“What is it, my child?” Toriel asked with a soft voice.

I began tracing a circle in the air slowly in front of Toriel with my index and middle finger of my right hand and closed my eyes. “May your soul always be safe.” I said finishing the circle and placing the two fingers on her chest. Toriel looked at me with a face I couldn’t really describe. It was like a mix of awe and confusion. “It’s a good luck charm I was taught.” I told her.

“Thank you, my child.” She gave me a watery smile.

“I’ll see you later mom.” I said not accepting this as a goodbye.

She turned to me one last time, before disappearing towards the end of the hallway. I opened the door and walked forward trying not to cry again. I was then met with one face I really didn’t want to see.

“Clever.” Flowey said with a smug face. “Very clever. You think you are really smart, don’t you? In this world it’s killed or be killed. So you were able to play by your own rules.” His face turned creepy. “You spared the life of a single person.” He laughed. I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. “I bet you feel really great. You didn’t kill anybody this time, but what will you do if you met a relentless killer? You’ll die and die until you tire of trying. What will you do then? Will you kill out of frustration or give up entirely on this world and let me have the power to control it? I am the prince of this world’s future.” I could barely understand what the heck he was saying.

“SHUT UP!” I shouted. He just laughed again and disappeared in the ground. I stomped forward towards a door, angry. I paused in front of it for a moment, before opening it and walking through.

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I finished this chapter. Halleluiah! Sorry for taking so long. University kills me and planning killed me.

#the pacifist with more than determination #frisk #toriel #flowey #fanfic #undertale

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