A/N: *EDIT*

Behold the trolls.

They've spammed the reviews for this story.

Take a look if you don't believe me. I'm so done with being harassed...

Call this humorous, however you please.

I only wrote this because I've been getting a flood of mail about it.

Because folks were begging for an Undertale story and a continuation of the NGH series.

...would you believe I only just now discovered Undertale myself? Only a few days ago? Shocking, I know.

0_0

Currently on my first playthrough and trying to be a Pacifist but Mettaton is kicking my arse to kingdom come. Annoying! Bugger! Someone tried to trick me into going Genocide but nope nope nope I saw right through their lies! I aiiiiiiiiiiiiiin't havin' that shit! I saw the youtube videos! That was mean! That was cruel!

Well. Here goes nothing.

I own no references, quotes, or media.

Sorry if its short, but consider this a teaser of sorts.

It'll be gone in three days if folks don't like it, so do let me know.

"You're gonna have a bad time."

"Ha! Too bad! I don't wanna have a bad time!"

~?

Not My Tale

So.

Undertale.

Just where has this little gem been hiding?

You'd think that after all this time I would've noticed something like this when it came into existence. Hmm. Suppose it proves that you can oversight even as a wandering god; no, ESPECIALLY when you're a god. Its the tiny things you fail to notice, you tend to miss the smaller gems out there, sometimes years after the fact. Hmm. Hindsight really is twenty-twenty I suppose. This is what I get for taking a vacation. All sorts of shiny new things popped up while I was away. Granted some are more "retro" than others, but when has that stopped me before?

You know...I really shouldn't get so attached.

Its just a world of fiction. Its not...real, you know? Not really.

Bollocks. I've seen enough playthroughs and I'm VERY attached. This game is a bloody FEELS TRIP!

So, lets go over the basics. Multiple timelines. Resets. Chara. Frisk. Genocide. Pacifist. With me so far? Yes? No? Maybe so? I could do anything here. I could make a perfect ending, just snap my fingers and...bam. But no, no, that's not good enough. I've learned my lesson. You can't just "snap" people like that. It always backfires somehow. When you gaze at something from afar it LOOKS alright, but as you draw closer you begin to see it isn't quite right.

No.

I think not.

I will direct this personally.

Eh? What's that? Do A Genocide Run? Bad time? Why're you looking at me like that? No! Bad player! Shoo! Shoo!

Why wipe out a world of monsters?

Why lose my mind and erase a world like this?

Why enter said world in the fist place? Its simple.

Some said the world is a plaything. I thin the plaything IS the world.

Don't quote me on that, I'm just repeating what someone said; even if its true.

So lets jump right in. Cut the godly powers down to a compact form, trim my size a little, make myself look like a kid to avoid suspicion, lose the horns aaaand bingo! No one's going to suspect someone that looks like a twelve-year-old. Not wearing that orange monkey suit again, though. Nope, nope, nope! Think I'll stick with my black-red robes and leave things at that. Right. All set. Ready to dive in. I'm not forgetting anything, am I? If I'm here, does that mean Frisk won't fall down? Or will they? Hmm. Dunno. Suppose I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.

This may not be my Tale, but I'm not opposed to mucking about.

No, I think I'm gonna have a good time.

And I know just where to start.

Where else would I go?

FiLtHy HaCkEr.

(...0o0o0...)

Oh.

Great.

Another one.

Had Flowey-Asriel-possessed some semblance of hands, he would've most assuredly been faceplaming by now when he heard the footsteps approaching. As thing stood, he was half-tempted to simply smash his face into the ground just to knock himself out. Well. Here we go again. Another reset. Another timeline. Another endless line of events that would only continue to a certain point before being cut swiftly, viciously short. How many times was that now? Forty? Fifty? Sixty? How many defeats? No, it was more than that. It had to be getting into the triple digits by now.

Live.

Die.

Reset.

Rinse and repeat, and endless series of cycles going round and around; so many he wasn't even sure he wholly remembered each anymore. Granted, he recalled some better than others-and some not at all-but the weight of constant failures and constant resets weighed on his nonexistent shoulders as surely as any other. Almost as if some invisible force were actively trying to grind him into the dirt. Ah, but the soft sound of footsteps had recaptured his attention and he was drawn from his morbid thoughts.

Stifling a scowl, he turned as figure strode through the door and into the light.

And Flowey...blinked.

Waitaminute.

Once.

Then thrice.

Nope. No dice.

Didn't this human look a little...different?

They must've fallen down to get here, and yet...and yet...

He expected a pale face, brown hair, and a striped blue shirt. Well, there was certainly blue in there somewhere but it was all in the wrong places. Bright blue eyes beamed at him, set within a wiry whiskered face framed by a messy mop of blond hair. He wasn't particularly tall; nor could be be called short, either. Clad in strange swaying robes forged of black-and-red-and-blue, the newcomer sauntered forward, bare feet padding against the ground as they hummed a merry tune to themselves.

Was that a staff in their right hand?

What. The. Hell.

He'd never seen something like this before; they were young certainly, but something about the way they held themselves concerned him. Those rimmed blue eyes saw him dead away and the boy hastened his pace, all but making a beeline for him. Well, he'd been seen now. There was no avoiding that. So why did he feel...dread? A cold core of fear compressed itself inside what served as his heart, and he almost found himself wanting to run, to hide, to FLEE from this human before it reached him. That smile looked a tad unhinged now, almost, dangerous. Where had he seen it before?

'Brat.' he seethed inwardly. 'I wish he'd stop smiling.'

Gathering himself up, the exasperated little flower without a Soul plastered a fake smile onto his "face" and began to speak as he always did. It felt like reciting the same lines from a script. Who knew? Maybe he'd actually be able to kill this little shit before somehow showed up. Wouldn't that be nice? It almost made him feel something.

"Howdy! I'm flowery." he chirruped. "Flowey the flower. You're new to the underground aren't you? You must be-

A tan hand seized him by the stem and hauled him forward, making him shriek.

"Wait, wait, wait!" he squawked out! "Stop! What are you doing?!"

Bloody eyes blazed down at him like twin royal red rubies.

"WeLl HoWdY, FlOwEy." it grinned back at him.

And that voice...it could only be hell itself.

"LeT'S hAvE a LiTtLe TaLk."

Not human. This...thing wasn't human. Maybe it had been once. But not now. Never again. Static seized Flowey's thoughts as that thing-nothumannothumanNOTHUMAN-gazed serenely back at him, all the while holding him fast. Not enough to hurt. Not enough to strangle; yet more than enough to terrifying him all the same. He saw things in those eyes. Terrible, horrible things that he couldn't bear to start at overlong lest they drive him even more mad than he already was. He saw his own demise, played out in ghastly relief, but the pain-and his end-never came. And through it all, he heard a name. A single, solitary name. Naruto. What kind of name was that supposed to be-owowowow!

"W-Who the hell are you?! Whaddya want?! Lemme go!"

His freed hand drew back and reached for his head.

"Don't kill me! Please...please don't kill me!"

That smile only grew wider still.

Flowey was not prepared.

Nope. Not at all.

A/N: You are not prepared for the shenanigans.

I might write one that has more tension later, but for now this will do.

Needless to say, I read a certain comic that inspired me.

"Underplayer" by Sans Comic Tv on youtube.

I regret absolutely nothing.

As ever, this will be gone in two days if folks don't like it. I do hope you like it.

Reviews are love, reviews are life, reviews keep me alive.

So...in the immortal words of Atlas...

...Review...Would You Kindly?

.And here it is!

(Preview)

Frisk tilted their head.

Naruto hummed. "Good kiddo."

His smile darkened. "And remember. No GeNoCiDe."

"Stop carrying me around, damnit!"

"Aw, DoEs ThE wIdDlE fLoWeY wAnNa BoDy?"

"DON'T SCARE ME WITH MY OWN FACE! And stop using that voice!"

"Dirty hacker."

The "human" only grinned. "Bitch you know it!"

"I'm a god. G-O-D. The rules don't apply here. You can try to send me away from this world, erase this timeline...

...bUt I'lL jUsT bRiNg ThEm RiGhT bAcK."

Humming, he snapped his fingers.

R&R! =D