- A/N -To make things clear between us-
This is my first fan fiction so please don't expect a masterpiece.
If my editor is correct there should be no spelling errors but I'm not sure about the comma placement (english is not my first language).
Some of the commas are placed to underline dramatic/considering pauses. Like this, little, example. Please keep this in mind if you review.
I started this just to try writing a story and published it first when it reached nine pages.
There will be no chapter schedule as I write when I've time/ideas.
Information to the story:
- it will be mainly written in the first person (you starring as Frisk)
- I'll change/add backstorys of chars
- story will be extended/changed slightly
- besides that it will follow the main plot, the journey through the underground, meeting the chars (making friends with them (perhaps)), freeing the monsters
- mandatory disclaimer: Undertale itself belongs to Toby Fox, I'm just using the setting and characters for a 0815 fan fiction.
So, that said I hope you will enjoy the story.

- Reformat 20.10.2016
Hello reader, it seems that my writing over the last time was not bad (got good reviews (yay :)) but according to informed sources it suffers of walloftextthatmakesitdifficulttoread, so I'm going to reformat it over the course of the next weeks if you read this then chapter one is already done.
If you've added this to your story list to get updates then you will know when I've updated a chapter. When not then simple look at the amount and length of the paragraphs in the chapter to decide if it is reformatted or not.

!Important! I'm not planing to change elements of the story (except if I find out that I screwed up at some point) but it is most likely that I will add text or rewrite some sentences to describe some situations better (or to fix mistakes).
So you don't have to reread everything but feedback wouldn't be bad to know what you're thinking of this story and my writing style (development of the characters etc.)

That said, be good and enjoy :)

The fall
You are falling.
You don't know for how long.
It feels like an eternity but it can't be more than bare seconds.
The air is howling in your ears, pressing itself against your blue sweater letting its purple stripes move like waves on a stormy day as sharp rocks rush by, every one sharp enough to reduce you to a smear on the wall if you would hit one of them.

The sound of the air changes as a faint silvery plane surface blocks the way down deeper into the earth.
Yanking your arms in front of your face you brace yourself for the bone shattering impact but dive right into it without even causing a ripple.
Like water in a cold lake the silvery glowing void inside the thing surrounds you slowing your fall and stealing the warmth from your body as you pass it.

Exiting the void you fall again in normal speed but much slower then before so instead of breaking every bone you just get multiple bruises as you hit and roll down the small slope two meters beneath it.

Realizing that you are not death you sit up groaning a bit as different bruises flare up in pain. It looks like you're in a cave, you can't make out much details in the twilight but there are flowers everywhere, bright yellow flowers, and it seems on of them is looking straight into your eyes.

But that is nonsense because you know flowers don't have eyes, or a mouth, although this one really looks like it has a face. Curious you crouch a bit closer.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower!"

Jolting back in surprise you staggered to get back up as the flower greeted you with a broad grin waving one of its petals to you.

Still with the big smile it asks while tilting its 'head' slightly, "You're new to the underground, aren'tcha?"

Still in surprise, you nod slightly.

"Golly, you look so confused.", it noted with a concerned voice before it continued happily in the next second, "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do."

That that would be quite nice, nodding again you point at yourself to introduce you, "ffFriisk".

"Hi Frisk, nice to meet ya`, sooo where do I start, where do I start, ok first of all you will need something that is called Love, have you heard of it?", it explains to you still smiling.

Of course you have, you nod.

Seemingly happy about your knowledge it tells you, "Splendid you will need a lot of it to survive down here."
It seems to have sensed your uneasiness at the 'survival' part, because it continues prompt in a reassuring voice, "But don't worry my friend I've plenty of Love and I'll share something with you."

That calms you a little.

"You see down here, Love is shared through...", it pauses a moment, "Little white…," another pause, "Friendliness pellets. Are you ready?" It concludes as seven or eight little white spheres appear around its head. "Get as many as you can!", it shouts happily at you as the pellets dart without warning into your direction.

Widening your eyes in sudden surprise you dodge each one in reflex.

"Hey buddy, you missed them," it said blinking surprised as well.
"Perhaps, that was a bit to fast, how about a second round?", it asks with a slightly stressed voice as a new circle of pellets appears.
As it sees that you're still nervous due the previous rapid action it suggests, "Hmm, why don't we start with one and after you see that I'm sincere you catch the rest?"

Rapid nod, that seems fair.

"Ok, here it comes," it warns you still smiling with a honeyed voice before one of the pellets moved slowly over to you.

Extending one hand you cup the white glowing sphere with your fingers as it stops right in front of you. It disappears with a faint clink as it touched your palm sending a pulse of sudden warmth through your arm that lowered the pain of the bruises along its way.

"See? Its just pure looove.", the flower states with its big smile as its sees your happy expression.

You nod grinning happily as your arm starts to feel even better.

"Okay, here comes the rest!", as the rest of the pellets make it to you, you make sure to touch them all as they float by.

You start to giggle slightly as the warmth in your body grows with each disappearing pellet.
Closing your eyes you take some time to enjoy the warmth and lightness of your whole body as the last pellet disappears with its soft clink.
Opening your eyes again you try to thank the flower, doing your best to pronounce it right you manage to say, „Tthank you."

„Ah don't mention it buddy just wait a bit, the best part is still coming up."

Tilting your head in a questioning manner you look at the plant curious what it means with 'the best part'.

„Just wait, it should happen every second now…" It bended a bit into your directon then its grin widens and it notes, "Ah there it is."

What? Where? Looking around you try to find whatever the flower had noticed but everything seems to be still the same, except for the flower, its grin doesn't looks so nice anymore and its eyes are fixed onto... my hand? What is with it? It seems perfectly normal it is just shaking a little. You try to stop it but it doesn't comply. Irritated by this you make a fist. Feeling the pain of your nails pricking your skin stops the shaking but your arm starts to throb a little. Still looking onto your hand you feel something wet running over your face. It is sweat. But it is cold in here so why do I sweat?

Shivering in the sudden cold you embrace yourself looking for warmth and comfort but the only things you find is that breathing takes a lot more effort then usual and your tummy starts to ache as if you had eaten to many sweats.

The flower doesn't seems to notice your condition, it is still smiling.

Dropping to your knees you try your best to continue breathing as you open your mouth to ask the flower for help, „H-h-hhhe-".

„Don't say it, you need help aren't ya`?", it interrupts you observing the situation with tilted head, „Perhaps you're right. It would be cruel to let you suffer over an hour."

An hour? What is it talking about?

„I mean, there is no fun in it, when the poison does all the work isn't it? So let me ‚help' you," even spoken softly and drowned with compassion this statement sent cold shudders down your spine, not that you would notice them still sweating and shivering through the poison in your blood stream.

Small whines start to sprout out of the earth twining themself around your ankles and wrists as you struggle to pull you back together.

„Oh, don't go now, we're just starting!", it snarls as it flings you to the ground covering your upper body in whines as well.

It gets difficult to breathe with all the stuff above your chest, you're starting to struggle in panic but the grasp just tightens with each futile movement.

Showering you in small lumps of dirt the flower changes its position growing now out of the ground right to your face.

Still trying your best to continue breathing and freeing yourself, you ignore it. As you feel something sharp cutting your left cheek you stop and twist your head clockwise to escape the pain seeing the flower towering over you with a new whine extended in your direction, it has thorns.

„So, now that I've got your attention, what would you prefer? Dead through strangling, a sliced throat or the poison already in your body?", it asks you with a sugary voice, seemingly enjoying its little game and still smiling. Trying to stretch its smile even more as it sees you tearing up it continues, „Oh don't look at me like that, I'm a flower, I will not start to feel guilty. Besides, didn't your mommy warn you that buttercups are poisonous?"

No. She didn't because… it doesn't matter now.

You lie there, water in your eyes, body still shivering, blood running down your cheek as the thorned whine gets placed over your throat, „Sooooo, if you are to excited to decide then I'll go with option B. I haven't seen human blood in a long while.", it informs you with a tense voice exposing long sharp fangs under its lips.

Closing your eyes you wait for the inescapable pain to rip your life away.