Chapter 6 - Newbies and Nubian Goats

Alternate Names: To kill, or to be killed, that is the question, Toby or not Toby, that is the question, Sunlit Insult, Sunlight Hustling (ANAGRAMS!), You catch more humans with honey than vinegar.

According to the Central DOGma, Definitive Numerical Anima encodes Runic Name Aura and that, in turn, encodes magic.

The FIDOchondria is the powerhouse of the SOUL. When a monster is HaPpy, HoPeful, or filled with other emotions, it is able to utilize ambient energy collected from the environment with Charaphyll, contained within Charablasters.

Plant like monsters, due to their biology, are able to convert sunlight and other sources of energy for their own use through the process of SOULar respiration and magisynthesis. The energy then is used make chemical bonds between atoms, dictated by the DNA to the RNA, then to the RIBosomes. The outside form of a monster is merely a shell, created literally from thin air. Most monsters, as they periodically express their magic during their life to defend themselves, to improve their daily lives, or as vibrational Auras. These vibrations are individual for every monster, and are how they identify and talk to each other. When multiple monsters are together, the music blends together as an overall sound. Monsters with stronger auras may overpower everything in the area, and thus have their own "theme song".

Some Monsters are able to store and give energy to an outside source instead of using it for their own growth. Others are able to replicate it using machines. In some cases, weaker monsters are able to do the same in small amounts when doing something that makes them happy, or some other strong emotion.

If the SOUL is damaged too much, it will no longer be able to perform its necessary functions, and die. When the SOUL dies, the energy contained within the bonds is released, and the monster is reduced to dust, carbon dioxide, and water.

Excerpt from Ebbottian Genetics, DNA is for Dog Numbers of Annoyingness - Published by...

Harsh wind filled her ears. It became darker, yet darker as she fell. When her Stylus beeped, alerting her to take action, she deployed the parachute, the billowing cloth erupting from her backpack with the Ranger insignia displayed prominently on its face, bringing her to a gentle stop in front of a yellow flower patch growing in the patch of light shining from the surface. The Aether Foundation was the best sponsor ever!

In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea, jumping randomly into a pit with no knowledge of what lay beneath it, but the idea of rescuing people for the first time ever was particularly endearing to her. Plus, it was her first mission ever as an official Ranger, and there was no chance that she wasn't going to try to complete it.

She stuffed the cloth of the parachute back into its bag (maybe it would be useful later?) and got out the PokéDex, using it to light her way. She came to an arch, which had an emblem of 3 triangles and a winged circle above it. "Weird," she murmured as she snapped a picture. This ment that there were people here at one point, which meant she was probably on the right track to save someone. Frisk stepped through it.

The first thing she saw was another patch of grass, where a smiley flower popped out of the ground. She heard a sound which was jarring and repetitive, like the buzz of an electronic, very annoying Beedrill. A cheerful tune began for whatever reason, and and the flower began to speak.

"Howdy!" It greeted, but not before Frisk walked up to it and began taking pictures, noting that the flower was probably a Grass Type, perhaps a distant relative to Sunflora.

"Hey, rude! Outta my face. Give a flower some room, huh?" The flower batted its puny leaves (Did the even exist a moment ago?!) at Frisk's face, and Frisk, a little shocked that a plant could talk if the words showing up on the PokéDex was any indication, backed up a bit.

"That's better. I'm FLOWEY." announced the flower, "FLOWEY the FLOWER."

Frisk added that little tidbit of information to the flower's entry. The translator was probably the cause of the really bad name, right?

"Hmm…," mused the flower. "You're new to the UNDERGROUND, aren'tcha?"

Frisk slowly nodded.

"Golly, you must be so confused." Flowey said condescendingly. "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

A few lessons on culture down here would be pretty nice so she didn't accidentally insult someone. Stories in her textbook spoke of accidental war, betrothals, insults, and more that prevented smooth transition.

"I guess little old me will have to do." Now the flower was acting humble."Ready? Here we go!"

In a moment, an energy that she had never noticed before but was unmistakably a part of her began to resonate. An orb of light bobbed from her chest and condensed into a heart in front of her.

"See this heart?" asked the flower, as if talking to the baby, "That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

"That must be like an Aura," thought Frisk.

"Your SOUL starts off weaker, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV," informed the flower.

"Wait, like a Pokémon? I'm a Ranger, I'm not fainting any Pokémon!," thought Frisk.

"What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE, of course," said the flower with saccharine sweetness, "You want some LOVE, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!," offered the Flower, "Down here, LOVE is shared through…Little white…"friendliness pellets"."

Flowey manifested small white glowing orbs, each spinning ominously. Those looked...hurty, and a whole lot like the attack, Bullet Seed, except it was made of pure energy.

"Are you ready? Move around!" encouraged the flower, as if talking to a canine, "Get as many as you can!"

Trusting her instincts, Frisk ducked and rolled out off the way, a part of her inherently knowing that her soul would follow. It did and she filed that fact away for later.

"Hey buddy, you missed them," said Flowey with an exasperated smile one gives an annoying and disobedient child, "Let's try again, okay?"

Once more, Frisk dodged out of the way.

"RUN. INTO. THE. BULLE- I mean friendliness pellets," ordered Flowey, "I was saying...beautiful. Yeah. The beautiful friendliness pellets." Who are you trying to convince flower?

Yup, these were definitely Bullet Seeds, or at least a variation of it. Time to calm down the killer flower.

She expertly flicked the Stylus, the glowing light circling the flower, sending wave of her feelings of calm, friendship, love, and everything she had in her...just like she was trained to do.

Nonononononononononono…

This was not what was supposed to happen! The gauge wasn't filling at all. It was like trying to pour water into a holey bucket, except the bucket didn't exist so everything just spilled and made a mess. The flower had stopped its attack for a moment, seeming slightly confused, but Frisk couldn't take advantage of that; Everything she had been taught was wrong! Every drop of energy was immediately drained away and her every additional attempt was met with the same result.

Losing confidence, she tried to clear her head of the negative thoughts, but it was too late. The vibrant energy from the Stylus was a mere trickle of what it was before, and any of the ground she could of gained with her trick was lost as the Flower shook of its daze and smiled a slow, hungry, grin. In her daze, she saw the flower sent a bullet straight into her SOUL. She half heartedly attempted to block the energy with her Stylus hand, but it merely passed through, the Stylus shooting sparks in response. It hit her SOUL straight on, causing her to crumple into the ground in the pain of a part of herself being forever destroyed.

She was dimly aware that she was surrounded by a circle of hate, of those strange white pellets, inching closer in a breathtaking display of death, the opposite of her own circle of friendship. Frisk squeezed her eyes shut, as if that would make the problem go away. Come on, she had only been a Ranger for a day, and she was already going to die.

…

...

*FWOOSH*

A giant fireball was launched at the flower, and he had the most hilarious look on his face.

She breathed in with a shudder, as her whole world was brightness, love and new life.

Frisk looked up to her savior, a tall, white furred being with horns and wearing a long purple robe with that strange design, the one on the arch she had walked through earlier.

The individual spoke with an incredible amount of venom, lips curling and eyes narrowed as they spat insults at the direction of the flower, something about a "No good, Pie-stealing, rotten scrap of sock". "What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth…" The being's gaze instantly changed from threatening to mothering as soon as they looked towards Frisk. Note to self, Goat Lady(?) gets angry REALLY quickly. Goat Lady(?) made a comforting bababa sound that Frisk did not understand, but even without the PokéDex translating, she knew that the words held no threats.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child. I am TORIEL, caretaker of the RUINS." the PokéDex translated

Frisk discreetly took a picture of Toriel, totally not creepy or stalker-like at all, and registered Toriel in the PokéDex. The Goat Lady was now confirmed to be a Lady, how the Dex knew, Frisk had no idea, and it seemed Toriel was a Fire Type since she used a move that looked like Ember.

"I pass through this place to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come here in a long time." Toriel seemed to look a bit reminiscent and sighed, then put up a cheerful facade. "Come! I will guide you through the catacombs."

Frisk's vision reverted to normal as her...SOUL as Flowey referred to it as, merged back into her body, but not before passing through the PokéDex. Immediately after contact, the device began to glitch and vibrate, causing Frisk to lob it away from herself.

Toriel looked slightly confused at what had occurred, but she shook her head with a small smile and seemed to motion for Frisk to follow her, then walked away under an arch.

Once Toriel had left, Frisk carefully tip-toed towards the twitching device, the screen sporadically glitching. Using a stick, she poked the Pokédex. The machine protested with a loud *BZZZT* and Frisk slowly backed away, hoping the the PokéDex, currently her only method of communication, was not going to explode. It certainly wouldn't help matters if she was standing next to it if it did.

The machine jerked, and a red line similar to a heart monitor appeared on the screen and flashed. The PokéDex sprouted two arms which looked like two female Pikachu tails with their lightning bolt shape ending with a heart, and the antenna on the top split into two horns.

"Recalibrating, integrating new data."

With every word, the screen began to glitch, the cheerful blue and white background was overtaken, inverted into a minimalistic black screen.

The Dex flicked open their eyes, which were now a deep red. It slowly floated upwards, and focused their gaze onto the now paralyzed Frisk, blinking with a camera click.

"Greetings. I am Chara."

Author's Note:

Undertale is a Uber Nicely Designed Entertaining RPG, Tem & Annoying Lead Everything.

Pokémon belongs to Gamefreak, Nintendo, and Creatures.

Random Fact: Creatures, Inc. is a company that used to be Ape, Inc. the company that made Earthbound! (Yay for reasons why all games are connected!)

What do you all think of the CharaDex? Chara-Dex? Just Chara? Chara-mander? What should I even call them? (The female Pikachu tail thing does not define their gender, I just like the heart shaped ends...because Wynaut! Also, I don't have to Ctrl and C (é) as often. I think one of my Ctrl keys are stuck now...) Do you find it Annoying (Dog) for me to say that the PokéDex translates everything every single time a Monster that can talk speaks? We could all just assume that it is happening, especially when there is more that one monster talking at a time. Or I could just make up a superpower and Frisk gains the ability to speak Monster because of the whole near death experience thing and becomes more monster when Toriel heals them. I don't want to Mary Sue Frisk though.

Parachutes apparently cost a lot of muns.

In the Land of the Fair Folk, time flows through a different hourglass. Do not partake of offered refreshment, lest you never return. The Fair Folk may create foods from the most curious of things, from sticks and stones, to things that no one should ever partake of (like bones).

I'm really really sorry about the delay. There have been a lot of tests and projects lately, and I haven't had much time. And FINALS! Whoo boy.

Do you guys want me to write out PokéDex style entries for Undertale characters when they appear? If so, would you like to see them at the end of a chapter or in an ordered list on my profile, which would be eventually posted as the very last chapter(if I ever get that far)? Versions with only the current information Frisk has at their disposal, or ominesent Pokédex entries?

The Science Behind the Soul: The Central Dogma is an actual rule that describes the flow of genetic information from DNA, RNA, and proteins. DNA stores information, and RNA translates it for instructions to make proteins. Photosynthesis is how plants take in water and carbon dioxide and use sunlight to produce sugar and oxygen. Chloroplasts are organelles that let plants do photosynthesis, and Chlorophyll are the green things inside the Chloroplasts that make photosynthesis possible. Cellular Respiration is when cells take that sugar and oxygen and do a combustion reaction on them (using enzymes) to get the stored energy and results in water and carbon dioxide.

(This is actually how I studied. I made funny comparisons, t made me laugh, so I remembered it.)

I drew the cover myself. The skin is just-no it is horrible, but it is better than I thought it would be.

Never thought you'd learn science while reading fanfiction, huh? Think again!

bOI! i109