So, apparently I'm writing a ton of fanfiction now! Haha. I actually am not a fan of these stories, so it makes me a hypocrite to write one, but... come on! I can't resist pretend it's me and not Frisk. Sorry!

Ha.

I wake up in complete darkness... and silence. That's the part that gets me, to be honest. There's not a single night I go to sleep in silence; there is always music playing in my room at night, always, because otherwise I can't sleep. I wake up, in that
silence, and immediately visions of Weeping Angels, the Silence, and Slenderman make their way through my mind, with the rest of their terrifying friends. Slowly, in case my imaginative figments will attack at the hint of movement, I push myself up
to look around.

The scent of flowers is so strong, makes me feel a little sick. The frightening images disappear once my eyes adjust to the overhead light. Sunlight. This is not right, I know. This isn't my room. Why am I outside? Why are there so many flowers?

And then it hits me.

I don't know how. And to be frank, I don't care one bit. The mere fact I am here, I am here, is enough to throw most rational thought out of the window. How can I be in UnderTale?!

Leaping to my feet, I look around in a frenzy. The pixel art didn't do justice to the real thing. Light, streaming from above, blanketed the bed of golden flowers so softly I could feel it on my skin. The petals were smooth like roses, and as I reached
to pick one I pricked my finger on concealed thorns. How fitting, I think, considering the particular flower this game is so well-known for. The stone walls weren't smooth or flat. It would be difficult, but I could climb back up, if I
so wished.

Or, at least, if I was any good at rock climbing. Which I'm not. So while, say, a grown and healthy man could escape, a teenaged girl (me) or an eight year old kid (Frisk/Chara) couldn't. That's fine, I wasn't about to take the easy (depending
on your point of view) way out. Besides. UnderTale!

The rest of the cavern was as dark and unmarked as the game had depicted, except I could see details on the wall when I shone my phone's flashlight on it. (It was interesting that I had it still.) Before I left, however, to continue... Thee were a lot
of things I had to think about. Being in this world implied some very serious things.

I am a murderer. In Sans' words, a dirty brother killer. In Papyrus' words, a weirdo. In Flowey's, someone like him, and in Chara's... Partner. There was not one genocide run I have played in which I did not Reset right after beating Sans,
but just because I never finished what I started doesn't mean I'm any less evil for doing it. This world was real. They were all real.

When I was young, I loved to read. I loved to hear stories about dragons and scrape ships and monsters and heroes. (not princesses, though.) At the age of eight I had convinced myself that one day, I would be the hero of one of those novels. I would have
an adventure, be the hero, save the world! As I got older... I realized the truth. I gave up on it, the irony of that statement not escaping me.

So, I read more books, watched more movies, played more games. Anything to escape reality for a while. Even as a child, I knew I was meant to write stories. I was a novelist and author, and proud of it. The worlds I visited that never existed, the people
I met that weren't real, all of it made the hopelessness of my normal life worse... and better. When I played UnderTale, I truly believed Sans when he told me it wasn't a game.

But I killed him anyway.

Five Pacifist routes, six True Pacifist, and three Genocides, not in that order. Each True Pacifist ending, I promised that it would be the last, that I would let them live in peace. Each time I lied. All three Genocides hurt me to do, but I did them
anyway. It scared me how correct Flowey and Sans were about me. Doing things just because I could, just because I wanted to see what would happen. It's just a game, after all.

Right?

I was wrong. I was wrong, and the dust of every monster in the Underground are on my hands three times over. I don't know how I got here, but I do know some things.

When I meet Sans, he'll know. He'll know what I've done. As much as I want to be his friend, I can never be that. Flowey, I'm sure, will know as well. I don't feel as bad about that, but still a little.

Pushing aside the thoughts of guilt, I turned to more positive things. Mainly, I'll be able to prove or disprove all those fan theories. And... I could even SAVE Asriel! Maybe even...find...Gaster... I could actually find out about
Dr. W.D. Gaster! And... perhaps... I could try and SAVE Chara as well.

Speaking of Chara, I looked around to test the first fan theory; Flavor Text/Narrator Chara.

"Hello?" I called, speaking for the first time since... falling. I heard a small noise like fabric, and turned to face...

It was true. Chara was the narrator! And, my own personal canon was also true: Chara was male! ... He also was my age, about 20, and not that bad looking, if you were into romance (which I was not). He stared at me in shock. "*Can you... see me?"
I nodded, stepping closer.

Chara looked like in thegame, except older. Hisgreen and yellow sweater, threadbare and torn, was missing the sleeves. He had dark pants with rips and scuffs on the knees and other areas that receive the most sneakers with
holes. His hair was brown, of course, and a little longer than when he was a child. It was unkempt and wild. His eyes were indeed crimson, a dangerous swirling scarlet that threatened to overtake your thoughts if you stare too long.

Overall? Edgy.

His brow crinkled when I moved towards him, mouth twisting into a sneer.

"*You're a human. If you get any closer to me, I'll hurt you. Get out!" The black stuff started leaking from his eyes for a moment, trying to intimidate me. I have to admit, it was rather frightening to look at. But it don't stop me from striding
the last distance between us and sticking my hand out, right into his stomach. He looked down, then met my eyes in confusion. "*What are you-"

"You can't hurt me if you can't touch me, whoever you are." Play the fool for now. If Chara doesn't recognize me, then maybe even Sans won't. That... makes things easier for me. "So, seeing as you're not very likely to be a threat, maybe you can help
me out? Where am I?" I removed my arm, stepping back to give him his space. For several long seconds, he attempted to skewer me with nonexistent crimson daggers, but even for the demon who comes when you call it's name looks don't kill. Luckily for
me.

"*I'm Chara. You're in the Underground. And you're going to DIE!" The last bit was a darker voice, as I had already guessed he would try. I blinked, but managed not to flinch. Or laugh, either, from the sheer fantastic-ness of this whole experience.
"Oh. Well, I already knew that. I mean, you died, obviously. And I'm not immortal, that I know of." Hm. What if I am not Determination? Then I can't Reset or Save. If that's the case, I could die here.

... I'd be alright with that, honestly. It would be pretty cool. And, I'll help the monsters break the barrier either way.

Chara repeated his inspection like earlier. Clearly he wasn't used to having people be unafraid. Of course, he was also used to people not seeing him. "*What's your name?" That is a question! Should I use my real name? I can be anyone I want
in this moment. But I've got to answer now... so...

"Calamity. My name is Calamity Smith. Nice to meet you, Chara." And with that, I turned and began walking towards Flowey's room. There was silence for only an instant before the sound of Chara chasing after me echoed in my ears. "*H-hey! Wait!
Aren't you afraid? Don't you know there are monsters down here?!" I covered a small smile. He wasn't so scary after all. The demon who comes when you call it's name is really not so bad. I just glanced over my shoulder at him with a wink.
"Why should I be? I've got you to help me out!"

Chara followed me quietly until we reached the middle of the room and Flowey appeared. The urge to squeal like the fangirl I was was nearly too strong, but I managed to push it down and look curious. "Oh! Hi there." I glanced at Chara, but it seemed he
didn't recognize his brother. That makes sense, he was dead before Asriel turned into Flowey.

Flowey stretched the grin on his face wide, and I was surprised to see how good he really was at hiding his 'true' nature. (Nature being a pun, as he's a plant.) "*Howdy! I'm Flowey the Flower!" We ran through the dialogue until he summoned my SOUL.

It felt... so strange. For several long moments, I couldn't even focus to see if it was Determination, or another trait.

"*This is your SOUL. The very culmination of your being!" I saw red. Red... I can Save, then, and I won't die. At the fringes, I saw another color. Blue. Integrity blue! I was so proud of myself for having this trait, because it was Sans',
and because it meant... Well, anyway, I was proud. "*I bet you want some LOVE, don't you?" I couldn't reply. You can speak as a SOUL, but he left me no time to respond. "*Well, down here, we spread LOVE by... little white... 'friendliness pellets'!"

Uh-huh. Sure. "*Move around! Catch as many as you can!" Should I? I don't want him to think I want him to suffer like he does whenever you dodge, but I don't necessarily want to almost die. What if Toriel doesn't show up in time?

...Well, I could always Load. Taking a deep breath and bracing myself, I moved forward. After all, It is better to trust and be deceived than to be mistrustful and... well, I forgot the last part, but you get the idea.

So. I immediately regret my decision. I should have just hurt the flower's feelings. Those seed attacks freaking HURT.

The laugh was worth it, almost. It was so perfectly accurate I would have laughed if my lungs weren't filling up with blood. " * ! " Chara decided to weigh in on my current predicament while the Flower was giggling. "*Well.
You're really stupid, Calamity. I can see why they named you after a disaster." I shot him a look but couldn't really argue with that.

"*...D I E ! " The battlefield's range shrank drastically, trapping my SOUL to the point of immobility. Just like the game. The ring of seeds circling me was a lot more intimidating in real life, though. "*Well, at least I get to watch you die."
Chara chuckled gleefully. I still didn't respond, watching Flowey and hoping Toriel would hurry up. A wide grin split my face at the appearance of that lifesaving fireball, and the former Queen of all monsters. "*What a miserable creature, torturing
a poor, innocent youth."

Goatmom to the rescue!