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The world seemed to crumble away as the human fell. The mountain had not been open for walking for a reason.
They never listened anyways, so it seemed not to matter. But as they fell, they began to regret their choice. They allowed themselves to think over all they had done, hopefully to repent for their sins, no matter how small.
None of it mattered anyways.
They had landed in a bed of flowers. Blue. A soft blue, much like violets. So beautiful too. But the impact on their head made them fall into unconsciousness.
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They woke with a start. Their eyes were wide and alert. They were blue, like the flowers they laid upon. Their hair was a tangled mess. It was black, like the darkness around them. Their clothes were tattered. What it had consisted of was a orange sweater with a red stripe through the center. Their shorts were pitch black, thin brown boots covering their feet. It reminded them of Halloween, and monsters.
That is what they had come down her for, right?
They couldn't remember anything though. At all. Not even a name.
They shook their head, standing wearily. They would figutpre it out soon.
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It wasn't long until they came upon a door, guarded by a large... Blue flower?
The human walked up to it, hoping to move it. That was, until it spoke.
"Oh... Hello... C-child! You...m-must be so s-scared! Are y-you alright?" It spoke. Its face was one of worry as it bent down and put a leaf to the face of the human.
They looked surprised, but responded. "Y-yes... I'm fine..." Their voice was soft, and distant.
The flower calmed down at this. "Well, I am Flowey! Caretaker of the ruins! Would you like some assistance?" The flower's voice deepened to that of a male's as he grinned at them.
They nodded, determined to see it through.
But what was it that they sought after?
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They tumbled along after Flowey as he explained the underground. He had shown them their soul, which was gold. It had confused him for a moment before he continued as though nothing happened.
All that they felt they needed to know, they asked about. Flowey answered as best as he could. He knew it wouldn't be long until they asked to leave, and he wouldn't let them leave without being prepared.
But, fighting?
No.
After all, the last human killed half the population, and left the Underground, leaving them all to rot.
He watched them in agony.
Flowey was from then on a pacifist.
He wanted to teach them to use the marks, but only if needed.
Explaining it to them would be hard enough as it was.
The marks were the work of magic. It was a curse put on monsters long ago by a mage that had fallen into the Underground. It showed a fear, using a symbol, and also showed a wish. Flowey's was on the back of one of his leaves.
After learning how to maneuver around, he learned to hide it. He fearedthey would use it against him.
The others in the ruins.
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They smiled in triumph as they spun around. Their dancing was getting better, and their singing too.
Flowey clapped in the background.
"Child! So amazing. I must show you some others, but I seem to see it is time for sleep." They nodded, heading to their room. Before they did though...
"How do I leave the ruins Flowey?"