BeastTale

Summary: The girl had fallen down Mt. Ebbott, the mountain which was said to take any who walked its path never to be seen again, they had found a friendly flower, who betrayed them but before she could be saved she was "killed" by it... Or was she?

Night had fallen in the mountain as she ran as fast as her feet would allow her in her weakened state. She was a prisoner in her home because of her uncle and his lackeys. They ran pretty much a black market ring selling whatever they could get their hands on but, then again, her parents never knew even though they trusted him. She remembered when they passed away from a car accident and her uncle took over their home taking her under his wing only to become a little slave to the man when she was six.

At first it was only menial things like cleaning the house, the yards and taking care of his dogs and she would have been ok with that if it wasn't for the beatings and the screaming every time she made a mistake. She had gone quiet after several not able to talk no longer. Because of this her uncle decided she would be better suited for the slave life and took her off school under the pretense that she was going to be "home-schooled".

Over the years she grew under the beatings and the starving as, whenever she would make a mistake, he would starve her to death. Life seemed miserable and it only got worse when she turned eighteen. Her uncle was planning on selling her so to speak. He would marry her off to whoever payed the most for her. Now, she never used to go against him as years and years of abuse had rendered her unable to go against anyone but... When he told her about his plan it felt like something just snapped. One moment she was in the room with him the next she was in the forest running towards the mountain looking all disheveled and her rags for clothes almost on the verge of tearing apart.

Her uncle's men were after her shooting at her with guns. Whatever she had done in that blackout she wasn't sure but if her uncle's men wanted to kill her it meant that it had been bad. She had nowhere else to go when she came upon the big hole in the mountain.

When the bullet went through her forearm making it bleed she lost her balanced and fell plummeting down to what she believed was her ultimatetly death. She closed her eyes exhaustion and pain finally winning making her pass out.

She stirred when she felt something tickling her face and as she opened her eyes she could see a field of golden flowers all over the place. She was wondering where she was and stood up wincing slightly at the wound on her arm. As she kept going she found another lone golden flower but this one greeted her. "Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower."

She blinked for a moment, she remebered her grandfather used to tell her stories of monsters before he passed away when she was five, a year before her parents. She only remembered about the war and the monsters being locked away but now that she was looking at this one she was upset that she couldn't recall much more.

"You're new to the Underground ain'tcha? You must be so confused. Let me show you how things work around here!" he said and she felt as though something had been pulled out of her. In front of her was a heart but it had two colors the center was gray in color but the band around it was white. She tried to reach a hand towards it while Flowey kept explaining. When he got to the part about the pellets she grew tense and evaded them but before she could evade anymore one of them hit her making her SOUL, as Flowey called it, crack in two. Everything went black after that.

Flowey grinned evily as he saw the girl collapse on the ground. "Heh, heh. This one seemed to know what was going on... Too late now though." As he went to grab the pieces of her SOUL though her body stirred causing the flower to narrow his eyes at her form. All of a sudden Flowey felt the air change as the girl's body shifted with the painful pop of bone growing and changing until there was a huge gray colored beast with horns in front of him. She looked like a humanoid wolf only she had curling tiny horns and a silver mane around her neck. She snarled at the flower and snatched away from him her SOUL which had repaired itself when she revived.

Flowey cringed, "What the hell are you!?" The tiny flower was at a loss on what to do about this new creature. It was both a monster and a human, a hybrid. Before the beast could maim him though he disappeared into the ground as the beast jumped on his spot trying to catch him in her paws.

Once he was gone the beast simply walked out of there until it fell to the ground weakened. Her wounds had already taken their toll as she reverted back to being the girl. She knew she would not remember but the moment she heard another voice she couldn't help but hope that this new voice would treat the girl like she deserved. This feeling filled the beast with DETERMINATION something the girl clearly needed now.

With that it closed its eyes and let the girl come back.

Toriel had heard a growl in the RUINS but what she found was not some monster but a girl barely alive and badly wounded on the floor. Her clothes looked like they were in desperate need of repair and the girl herself needed first aid as there was a wound on her arm still oozing blood. Toriel picked the child up and took her home. Once she tended to the wounds at her home she let the girl sleep hoping she would wake up.

A/N: Not my first fic to tell you the truth but I did stop writing for a while so if it's short then I'm sorry. Just a little idea I had in my head for a while though I did see others with something almost close to this. What if a half monster could exist in the world of the humans before the monsters were released? What if said hybrid could not control itself? Welp, you get the idea XD. Anyway, if you like or dislike please leave a comment those are always appreciated and for the trolls out there... Do you wanna have a bad time? *cue in Megalovania*