Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Laying on the ground, you kept your eyes closed. Closed to the world, and closed to the pain you could feel radiating from your body. Everything hurt. A part of you was a bit disappointed that you weren't dead, and you felt guilt at that thought. Working up the courage, you opened you eyes and looked up at the hole you had fallen down. It was a miracle you survived. You remembered why you'd climbed the mountain in the first place, and it filled you with determination.
You sat up slowly, crying out at the pain in your arm. It hurt so bad, spots danced across your vision. You'd passed out before, and fought hard not to do it again. You looked down at your arm, feeling sick when you saw a bend where there shouldn't have been. Your eyes stung with un-shed tears, but you'd long since stopped yourself from crying. Tears only brought more trouble.
From beside you somewhere a voice called out, startling you. You jumped up, wincing as your broken arm hung limply, and turned to the source of the voice.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" A small golden flower speaks to you. You realize you must have hit your head on something on the way down. Gingerly, you step closer to the flower.
"Hmmm, you're new to the Underground, aren't ya? Golly, you must be so confused!" You nod warily, using your good arm to hug hold your hurt one to your chest. Something about his voice, so happy and cheerful, almost sent a shiver down your spine, but you ignored it.
The flower offered to teach you how things work in the underground, and you nodded again. Mostly you just wanted to get back above ground, but you had a feeling it would be a lot of work. Suddenly you felt a tugging sensation at your chest, and your whole body trembled as a bright red light came from you. You watched in awe as it took the shape of a heart, floating just in front of you.
You hadn't really been listening to Flowey, only hearing that this was your soul, and something about friendliness pellets. You'd always figured your soul would be black, or that you didn't have one at all, but the heart in front of you said differently. You could feel the warmth radiating from it, and couldn't help but smile. When you looked up at Flowey and saw the white pellets heading towards you, your first instinct was to jump away. Surprisingly, your soul moved with you, getting just out of reach from the bullets. You looked at Flowey in confusion, and saw the annoyance on his face.
"You missed them. Let's try again." You heard some strain in his voice, and were confused. Still, years of obedience were ingrained in you, and the next time the pellets came, you gingerly let one touch you soul. The pain hit you, and you cried out again. You backed away from Flowey quickly, ignoring whatever he was saying. Pain spotted your vision again, and you turned to run when more bullets surrounded you. You tucked yourself into a ball, clutching your soul close to your chest, closed your eyes and waited for death to come.
But it didn't. There was a whooshing noise, then a feminine voice. Through your fear and pain you looked up. A creature stood in front of you. Their white fur and horns reminded you of a goat, and the long purple robe they had was beautiful. Their soft voice called to you, but you finally succumbed to the pain and let the blackness take you away.