UnderAshes

They could feel the soft petals beneath their body, the
fresh smell of flowers and pollen filling their nostrils. They sat up, looking
around. Light shone down on them from above, and they winced. They waited for
the colors dancing in their eyes to fade away, then slowly stood up. They had
somehow fallen from that immense height, and they noticed that they had a
bandage wrapped around their leg. Everything was sore, but at least they weren’t
dead.
                Brushing
off their blue sweater, the human child picked up a stick, wondering how they
could get out. The hole from which they had fallen was definitely too far up to
climb to. If there were only a- Ah. There was a hallway leading out of the room
they were in. It ended at a tall doorway with a symbol above it. There was only
one way to go. Their footsteps echoed through the dripping cavern, crunching
through dead plants that littered the dusty floor.
                Tptp,
tptp, tptp.
                They
paused. There was another pair of footsteps. Right behind them. They gulped.
No. It was just the ech-
                “Howdy!”
                They
jumped, turning and waving the stick around at whoever had spoken.
                “W-
Wait! Hold on!”
                They paused. The thing in front of them... Wasn't human. It was... A goat. A boy? No.
                A goat boy.
                He wore a faded green turtleneck with three yellow stripes over his white fur, his ears flopping on either side of his head like a rabbit's. He had dusty blue eyes, and a quivering snout above a set of furry fangs. He wore baggy brown pants, large, square paws poking out from under them.
                The goat boy blinked, eyes wide. "I- I'm Asriel. I don't want to hurt you." He paused. "Actually, I'm a ghost. I can't hurt you."
                The human lowered the wooden weapon, and Asriel sighed.
                "Thank goodness! I mean, I'm still a ghost so you couldn't really-" He cleared his throat. "Anyways! You're Frisk, right? Well, I guess, welcome to the Underground! I can guide you. I'm pretty good at that. I think."
                He frowned at the purple wall, scrutinizing the bricks. "This is a purple wall. No, that's not... Oh! This wall has stood here for a very long time, and it still hasn't fallen." He grinned. "How's that?"
                Frisk gave him a thumbs up, and he did a cheer.
                "Delicious! Let's keep going!" Asriel padded up to the door. "This is a tall door through which you pass through to enter the next room! Ooh, a flower!" He disappeared through the door, and Frisk jogged after him.
                Indeed, there was a tall, yellow flower, taller than all the rest. It faced away from them, and Frisk received uncomfortable vibes from it. Asriel was a few steps away, when it suddenly turned around. Asriel yelped, running behind Frisk and covering his face with his ears.
                "No thank you!"
                Frisk swallowed. The flower was smiling at them, its cheeks a rosy pink and its eyes a bright scarlet.
                "Greetings," it said in a voice that was as dry as death, yet smooth as blood, as deep as a bear in the night and as high-pitched as a scream. "I... Am Thorn. You are new here, no? I suppose... I could inform you of the ways down here."
                The room flickered black and white, and a red heart appeared in front of Frisk's chest.
                "Ooh, interesting," Thorn hissed. "That there. That is your SOUL, the very essence of your being. Now, here, just place it on the vine," they said, and Frisk watched as a vine squirmed its way out of the earth, reaching out for the glowing red object.
Category:Fanfictions (Unfinished)
Category:Literature
Category:Star's stuff
Category:Fanfictions