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2023-09-26
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ousíatale ( an Undertale and SOMA crossover )

Summary:

When Simon jarrett's sensors reactivated, he was expecting to be in the Ark... not laying on a patch of golden flowers and grass????. What the fuck is going on, was this another trick of the WAU? ... Well, looks like he has another adventure on his hands

 

... he really needs a break.

!!! VERY SLOW UPDATES, BUT THIS STORY IS NOT DISCONTINUED !!!!

Notes:

SOMA has me in its grip and is currently squeezing like a stress ball. Undertale is doing the same way, so.... why not combine them in one Au? :D

Also this this my first ever story on AO3. I hope you all enjoy it, and please feel free to give criticism in the comments :)

Chapter 1

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     When Simon Jarret's sensors reactivated, he expected, hoped, to see the inside of the locker that held his power suit that would help him go into the abyss to launch the ark. What he didn't expect was to be lying on his back, staring through a large hole, at the bright sky that loomed above him. 


where was he?




did something go wrong? 

 

 

sitting up slowly, his imogen's. it was imogen's body first  body felt oddly heavy. he should have expected this since it had been a few days since he woke up in the suit -- but he wasn't, and Simon didn't know if he would ever get used to it. however It was now painfully obvious that he wasn't in Pathos-II nor underwater anymore. Unless this was another attempt of the WAU to trick Simon into thinking that he was in the Ark - which seemed to be more likely the more he thought about it.. He shakes his head, not wanting to think about it before he  looks up towards the sunlight filtering down from the entrance of the cavern, lifting a hand to shade his sensors from the bright harsh sun.





When was the last time he had even saw the sun?… 

 

He couldn’t remember — he didn’t want to remember. 

 

that single thought sent his system spiraling, his vision filling with glitches. His not his not his they’re not his hands— hands shaking as he curls up into a tight ball. 


He could barely register the sounds of his cries, broken mechanical wailing that echoed endlessly around him. 

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He didn’t know how much time had passed when he regained consciousness. All he knew was the sun that once shone above him had disappeared, leaving the cavern he was in bathed in a golden glow and the sky a brilliant watercolour of Reds, Oranges and yellows. 


and Somewhere deep inside of him, Simon wonders if the Wau could even re-create those colours. The slight wind blowing against his “skin”, and the warmth he felt.

 

Evening. It was evening now. how long was he sitting there for?.. it had to be a few hours, at the very least. Or it was more.. Simon couldn’t tell. Time is a fickle thing when you’re a scan of a dead guy, after all. 



He sighs, lowering his helmet back on his knees. Simon's hand brushes his hip as an instinct and freezes when he felt the Omni-tool that was attached to the belt of the suit. He grabs it, the sinking feeling in his chest eases. Catherine was here. he wasn't alone. 




 

Simon looks at the omni-tool again, turning it in his hands as he checks it over. He lets out a relieved sigh when he realized that the machine was okay -- that Catherine was okay. With that fear subdued, Simon slowly stood up and onto his feet. 




He takes a deep breath to calm himself as he, unknowingly , squeezes the omni-tool in his hand a little tighter. He looks around as he tried to find a way out of the cavern he had found himself in. Much to his surprise, Simon could see that the huge area seemed to.. just keep going. Was that a hallway? 

 



.... well, there's one way to find out. It's not like he could climb up and out of wherever he was, after all. 



 

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - Imogen Reed

Summary:

A certain red-headed Mechatronics Engineer wakes up, confused and disoriented.

Notes:

I don’t really know how I want to portray how Imogen Reed interacts with the story, so this chapter is a bit of a test. She is a important character, as the others, I just feel like I could write how she is without using different P.O.Vs in the same chapter.

Also please note that I do not know how to write Imogen’s Character, so I deeply apologise if I am way off the mark.

As always, please enjoy this admittedly short and experimental chapter, and feel free to leave criticism :)

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To be fair, Imogen didn’t expect to wake up. But there she was — suddenly gasping for air as she looks around her, her hands patting her body in her panic.

 

When her fear lessened, the ex-Mechatronics Engineer sighed as her body went slightly limp. Reed places a cold was her hands always so cold?  hand against one of her eyes, wincing against the bright sun that was above her. 

 

Her head felt so.. muddy. It was like her brain wasn’t awake yet, and she could barely make out the memories that flashed before her. However when the memories came back, she felt.. numb. 

 

 

Reed groans lowly, leaning back on her hand before looking at the ground… which she was floating a good couple of inches above. 

 

 

… that was.. odd. 

 

 

 with her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, she stands. Well… tries to stand.  Imogen’s legs felt shaky — like they weren’t connected to her torso. Being suspended in the air didn’t help either. When she had got her legs under her, she looks around as she “stands”.

 

She squints, her green eyes straining as she starts go walk away from the pile of flowers she had woke on, but had only took a few steps before she had suddenly found herself falling forward back onto the stone floor, a series of curses filling the cavern. 

 

What… or who the hell did she trip on? 

 

When the ex-Mechatronics Engineer looked over her shoulder she didn’t expect to see a diving suit laying on the flowers and… was it breathing?. She squints as she take a closer look at the suit. Was that her body Inside the suit? That definitely explained things. 

 

Sitting up, Reed keeps her gaze on the machine. She half expected to feel anger, maybe fear, but instead she just felt… numb. Empty. It wasn’t a bad feeling, per say, because she was used to it at this point. 

 

She lets her mind wander, her body and mind filling with static as she continues to stare at the machine that was infront of her. 

 

what was she waiting for? She didn’t know. But she still sat there, waiting… and waiting.. and waiting.. until the sound of a mechanical groan woke her up from her stupor. 

 

that didn’t sound like her. 

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

Simon talks to a certain flower and meets The Keeper of The Ruins

Notes:

I would like to apologize that this chapter was Delayed, and that if this part seems very not good and all over the place. To say the truth this chapter has already been re-written 2 times already because I've been having trouble with it.

So, despite this, I hope this chapter is enjoyable! As always please feel free to leave comments and enjoy this story!

CW FOR THIS CHAPTER; The breaking of bones ( non-descriptive)

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A flower.


There was a flower, a talking flower at that, in front of him.



Simon stares and tries to not pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.. because what the fuck. Could.. could the wau even do this? He wasn't so sure anymore.



" hey! earth to... Weird.. thing! " The flower hissed, getting the Canadians attention back. " Pay attention! "



Ah, right. He was in the middle of a conversation. Not the Best time to space out. A white round object hits Simon's faceplate with a 'Plink' sound, Once again bringing him back to the present. The flower scowled before their — his? expression shifted into one of curiosity. A green vine wraps around Simon's arm and pulls him down so that they could meet eye to eye. They lean forward, eyes scanning Simon and making him very uncomfortable , before leaning back - their voice having a odd tilt to it.


" Did that hurt? " The flower asked as the vine that was around his arm tightens, making Simon's arm make a disturbing creaking noise. " When I threw my friendliness pallet at you? "



The time traveler keeps staring dumbly, not expecting that question. " uh.. no. It didn't hurt or, at the very least, I didn't feel it." He answers after a moment.


"... interesting. I wonder if you can even feel pain. " The weed hums as the vine constricts more around his arm, their smile turning sinister. " would you like to find out?."


Before Simon could respond though, a sickening loud snap echoes throughout the room, his arm now bending in a very unnatural way. The sight made Simon look away and Imogen, who was floating behind him and looking over his shoulder, wince. Flowey had stared at The Canadian with a sinister smile as they waited for Simon to scream in pain. when nothing happened, however, Flowey's smile dropped and the vine that was wrapped around Simon's arm released it's grip. When The time traveler looked back at the flower, it was obvious that Flowey was disappointed. Hell, Flowey was borderline pouting. 


" These things aren't fun if you can't feel anything. " Flowey crosses his leaves.


Simon raises his good arm to rub the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away from Flowey again as a long silence followed. A silence which The time traveler was, surprisingly, thankful for. Simon could let all this new sensations and info sink in. He looks down at his dangling broken arm, numb. At least he couldn't feel pain anymore, he mused, but damn was it uncomfortable. Then, as if Simon had cursed himself, his vison started to shift and glitch, making The Time traveler almost fall over. He, luckily, stayed upright... but not without Flowey noticing, although Simon didn't noticed. All that he was focusing on was the prickly, strange feeling that had blossomed inside of him. It almost felt like a itching sensation. 

 

" huh.. " Flowey spoke suddenly, waking Simon from his trance with a start. " Your arm healed itself. " 


.... what?


" That's impossible, " Simon mutters, barely able to hear his own voice. Everything felt and sounded like he was a very old computer -- one that was on it's last legs, stuttering, lagging, and was just begging to be put to rest. " I can't just heal my...self.."



" Look for yourself, friend. "



Looking down at his arm, Simon realized that Flowey was right. 

 

And all that Simon could say at the moment was — 

 

“ Oh. That’s… new. “ 

 

Flowey looks up at the robot again, squinting at him. Before he could speak, however ( or maybe it was fate that interrupted the flower, Simon couldn’t tell. ) a ball that was made out of fire flew past Simon, and hit flowey, making the small flower duct back into the earth with a grunt. 

“ what a horrible creature, “ a soft motherly voice speaks. “ torturing a poor and innocent….” There was a slight pause then, and the voice becomes a bit quieter. “ youth…?”

 

Simon looks up to see a goat creature. One that was looking at Simon with the same amount of wonder as he felt. 

 

 

“ you’re new, aren’t you? Please stand up and follow me; I’ll make sure to take care of you. “ 

 

Simon, who was slowly realising that perhaps this was actually real, stands up and the miss gave him a gentle and patient smile. 

 

 

… she reminded him of his mom. Simon felt his ‘heart’ tightens with that realisation and, not for the first time in his seemingly endless journey and not probably the last, he wished he could cry.