Suicidetale

The "Fallen" Child

  "Legends say that people who climb Mt. Ebbot are not heard from again"

It all started when Frisk woke up in a whimsical looking forest. This is the second time it had happened. Frisk stood up cleaning themselves up and re-applying the good old used bandage. They didn't mind a good adventure because- "It's such a beautiful scenery" Frisk took a glance around their surroundings as they kept walking. It seemed like it was night because if you tried looking up into the sky all you could see was darkness from the thick oak trees without a trace of sunlight entering. A shade of yellow lit Frisk's way. Fireflies had filled up the air. Frisk was not afraid of bugs or anything like that. In fact they enjoyed trampling on them. They start squishing the fireflies that got in their way. "What useless things" They smiled in amusement as they walked along continuing their journey. Their path got dimmer and dimmer. Frisk hummed a certain tune that seems to calm them and stop killing the bugs. 'I'm tired...'. With a heavy sigh, Frisk sat down on to the tall soft green grass that looks as if it had never been crumpled on or ripped apart before.

"Look BEHIND you Frisk!"

Frisk could hear a young child's laughter before being pushed into a dark abyss. Before falling they saw the child. A green sweater with a beige stripe, and brown pants, similar to Frisks clothing. They thought it was over, that they were going to die. Frisk closed their eyes in relief that it was all going to end. They never wanted to feel that way ever again back at the top. They could feel the air get heavier and heavier. Frisk had finally fallen down.

"You must not give up! You are the future for the humans and monsters..."

Humans? Monsters? Future? Those words kept ringing in their head. They awaken and realize that they are on a patch of golden flowers. It seemed familiar but Frisk just couldn't remember what it reminded them. They have a few minor scratches on them, not big enough to get infected. Frisk placed their overused bandaged  and placed it on their forehead as it felt like it was the most painful area. As they sat on the patch of golden flowers, Frisk began to make a flower crown out of boredom. It was a good look for them. They suddenly felt a rumble in the ground and heard someone or something singing. They turn around and to their astonishment, Frisk sees a flower, but it was no ordinary flower, it was a large daisy. This flower had glistening eyes that we're out of this world, and had a beautiful voice. The flower noticed Frisk as they inch closer to the flower.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower!" Oh god.. That name is so so... stupid.. I could just pull out the roots of the flower right?. Frisks eyebrows start to knit. Flowey looks up at Frisk's face. "Is there something wrong, best friend of mine?" Frisk was getting frustrated by his annoying and kind personality. "Could you go kill yourself? I couldn't care any less about a mere talking flower. I must be dreaming... I'm dead aren't I? Everything I do here is all for nothing anyways. Flowey's smile turns into a frown. "What did you say? I couldn't quite catch it?" Frisk slaps their forehead and repeats what they say, but adding a few more words into it. "A R E   Y O U   B R A I N D E A D? Or are you just deaf? I said to go and kill yourself you stupid flower" Frisk's hand nears to Flowey's stem so that they can pull out that 'digusting' creature. But before Frisk could do that Flowey suddenly starts to laugh and grin demonically. His face being distorted and all.

"IT'S KILL OR BE KILLE-"

A sudden ball of flame hit Flowey, forcing him to disappear out of thin air. "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor innocent youth..." Frisk looks up to see a tall goat like woman, no higher than 1.6 metres.

"Do not worry my child, I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins."

...To be continued... or not I really don't know, they're quite short so it's a quick read :P