Prologue: Falling Down a Rabbit Hole
The blinding light slowly faded, and Italy opened his eyes. All the friends he had made throughout his journey, Toriel, Papyrus, Sans and all sorts of monsters that came defending for him... Were gone. Instead, what now stood in the Barrier Room, or rather, who, was a young monster, looking similar to Asgore and Toriel. He wore a lime green and yellow striped sweater, with dark blue pants. His feet was barefoot.
“Finally...” The monster sniffed as it felt a few unwilling tears stream down his cheek. “I was so tired of being a flower.”
“It can’t be, can it? After all this time, you...”
The auburn haired Italian took a step back as the monster turned to face him. A smile grew on the monster’s face, but the other did not return the smile, looking and feeling extremely worried. Nevertheless, the monster continued, oblivious to his inner turmoil.
“Howdy! Chara, are you there? It’s me, your best friend...”
A few days prior.
“ITALY! GET BACK HERE!”
“Ve~! I’m sorry, Germany! But I don’t want to do the training today!”
As if recognising his German friend as an enemy, the Italian ran faster until he was a mere blur to his friend’s eyes. Knowing it was useless to catch up, as Italians run like the wind when they were threatened, Germany slowed down until he came to a stop. Grumbling under his breath, he turned around and started walking away, deciding to get ready for the World Meeting instead.
“Ve~... Where am I?” Italy strolled along the trees, wondering where he was and how he got there. Rather expectedly, he had gotten himself lost after running away from a certain German. Pausing, he glanced around his surroundings. All he saw were trees, boulders and bushes for kilometres. Above him, though, the trees started thinning out. So he was on top of a mountain.
“I can’t have run that far.. right?” A gust of wind blew past him, causing him to shiver. He was only wearing his white cotton shirt and his blue track pants when Germany woke him up. “Ve... It’s so cold. I should probably head down.”
However, as he began his path down, Italy accidentally tripped on a stray root that poked out of the ground..
... And found himself falling down a gigantic and deep chasm that was definitely not there when he climbed uphill. Needless to say, the auburn haired Italian screamed for help.
“Germany! Romano! Japan! Somebody, help me!”
...But nobody came.