Welcome to the Underground
In the depths of the underground, a human named Frisk ventured into a world filled with wonder and danger. Frisk, a petite figure with dark brown hair and eyes like honey, radiated an aura of soft kindness. Though she was naturally shy, her voice flowed like pure silk when she spoke. Unbeknownst to her, Frisk was the missing piece needed to shatter the barrier imprisoning the underground's inhabitants.
As she rose from a bed of fragrant flowers, Frisk prepared to leave when a faint voice called out, "W-Wait!" She whirled around, but no one was in sight. Staying still, she felt a tap on her foot, causing her to jump. Looking down, she discovered a flower with a face, a sight that would have sent her running if it hadn't spoken. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," it apologized, lowering its petals in remorse. "But there are things you should know before leaving." Frisk hesitated but nodded in understanding, sitting down in front of the flower and giving it her full attention.
The flower appeared surprised by her willingness to listen and began, "So, first, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Flowey. Flowey the flower. And yours is?" It motioned with its leaves towards her. She spoke softly, "Frisk."
"Frisk, huh?" Flowey began again. "That's a nice name. Well, Frisk, welcome to the underground. In this place, it's kill or be killed, especially now that they only need one more." Confusion crept over Frisk's face. Flowey noticed and explained, "You see, there's this barrier at the end of the underground that's keeping the monsters here. To break it, they need seven human SOULs, but they only have six." Frisk looked down at her hands, fully aware of the grim implication. She stood up, dusting off her shorts, and said, "Thank you for the warning, Flowey, but I need to find a way out, and I doubt I can climb my way up through that hole in the cavern's roof. Again, thank you for the warning, and if I never see you again, goodbye." Vines wrapped around her arm as Flowey uprooted himself and clung to her. "The least I can do is go with you," he said once he was settled. Frisk smiled at her newfound friend, and together they continued their journey, oblivious to the grave mistake they were about to make.
As they navigated through the ruins, many monsters attempted to seize Frisk's SOUL. With Flowey's guidance, Frisk not only evaded the monsters' attacks but also formed unlikely friendships. Flowey suggested that fighting back would be easier, but Frisk firmly refused. When asked why she wouldn't kill the monsters to gain strength, she replied, "I'll be fine like this," with a warm smile. "Sometimes, kindness is enough." Flowey sighed, resigned to her unwavering commitment to nonviolence.
Their journey brought them to an unexpected obstacle when Flowey suddenly shouted, "Frisk, stop!" She froze in her tracks, looking to her flower friend for an explanation. "What's wrong?" she asked, casting a cautious glance behind her, just in case it was another Froggit. Flowey quivered and explained, "We can't go any further. This is Toriel's house. If we go in there, we're as good as dead." Frisk looked at him with a melancholic smile, placing her hand on the vines binding Flowey to her arm. He silently pleaded for them to turn back. Both remained in silence, locked in a gaze until Flowey finally sighed, "Fine, you win. Just promise you'll be careful?" She nodded, then raised her hand to knock on the door.
Footsteps shuffled behind the door, and a woman's voice inquired, "Who could that be?" The door opened, revealing a goat-like monster who studied the pair before speaking again, "Hello there. I do believe you're a human, correct?" Frisk nodded. "Well then, it's odd to see you here. I know that weed on your arm explained everything to you, yet here you are standing at a monster's door." Frisk lowered her head as she softly spoke, "I don't mean to be rude, Ms. Toriel, but do you know how to get to the surface?" Toriel chuckled at the child's request. "I may know, but why don't you come in first? You must be hungry after all that walking."
Frisk entered Toriel's inviting home, greeted by a delightful aroma. Toriel noticed her reaction and smiled, "Like it? It's a new pie recipe I'm trying. It'll be a minute before it's done, so why don't you rest? You can use the bedroom, the first door in the hallway." Grateful for her kindness, Frisk followed Toriel's gaze to the hallway on the right side of the room. "Thank you," she said before stepping into the hall, leaving a bemused Toriel behind.
In the room, Frisk found herself under a warm blanket. As she contemplated her situation, Flowey expressed his concerns, urging her to remain vigilant. However, Frisk recognized that this was a rare chance for much-needed rest in this perilous journey. She lay down on the bed and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Later that evening, Frisk awoke beneath the soft covers, initially puzzled. Flowey explained, "It was Toriel." Confused, Frisk sat up and observed the room, finding everything as it had been before they visited Toriel's home. Flowey continued, "She came in here while you were asleep. I was going to stop her, but all she did was tuck you in and leave you that." Frisk followed his gaze to a chocolate butterscotch pie on the floor. Her mouth watered as she took a small bite. The taste was divine, and she decided to save the rest.
Frisk ventured to the living room, where Toriel was waiting. "Hello, small one," Toriel greeted with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" Frisk nodded, but Flowey, still suspicious, confronted Toriel, accusing her of hidden motives. Toriel was taken aback by these allegations, and Frisk's expression mirrored her surprise.
Toriel led them to a basement door, explaining, "So you think I'm a snake, do you? After all I've done for you, you don't trust me at all?" Her hands sparked with magic as she continued, "That's fine. In this world, you can't trust anyone, not even your loved ones. It only makes sense that you don't trust me, but don't think I'll let you go so easily." Frisk took a step back in fear as Toriel's hands ignited in flames. "After all, this world is kill or be killed. I want to make sure you can handle that." With those chilling words, the battle commenced.
Frisk, as she had done before, refused to retaliate, despite Flowey's desperate pleas. With only 2 HP left, Flowey insisted that she fight back, but Frisk remained unwavering, choosing kindness over violence. Toriel, exhausted and moved by Frisk's compassion, broke down in tears, sobbing about her fear of being alone. Frisk comforted her, promising to visit. Toriel was touched by her sincerity and said, "We'll see each other again one day," as they shared one last hug. "Goodbye, my child," she whispered as Frisk stepped out of the ruins into the blinding light and the biting cold.
