In the blackest of rooms

I own nothing but my own ideas.

Alternating perspectives of a neutral run.

You and me

Stories in the underworld. They begin when someone falls down.

When you fell, you thought you were going to die alone. When you died, you thought you were to die for thousands.

Its funny how life works.

You wake up, in a field of flowers, skylight high above you. It hurts to breathe, you may have gotten the wind knocked out of you.

Eventually you stand, still breathing heavily.

You follow the path, hoping to find a way up and out. Instead, you find a flower. One who can talk. The flower talks about LOVE, and wants you to run into its… "friendliness pellets".

There's not exactly an escape so you do as the flower says. What harm can it do?

Quite a bit as it turns out.

The flower starts laughing at you. Kill or be killed.

A goat thing chases it off before it can, kill you for its soul. Why would it need your soul?

The goat thing is named Toriel, and tests your ability to solve puzzles, and tells you to talk with what is clearly a fighting dummy.

That's when you start to hear the voice inside your head. Maybe you have a concussion?

While Toriel scares off anything that jumps out at you, while you are walking, she soon leaves you alone to go shopping.

Shakily, you settle into a baseball stance with your stick. Maybe, you can get them to leave them alone. Maybe you can knock them out fast enough to catch up to Toriel.

The more you use it , the easier it gets.