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A small boy laid unconscious on a patch on flowers, and for the first time in hours he stirred. He was a small, chubby, Hispanic boy with strange multicolored eyes. His favorite oversized fur-jacket draped over his small body. It was a small comfort in the world he had fallen into. This unusual boy was named Sans.
The first thing Sans noticed when regaining consciousness was the air, how damp and heavy it was. It was completely different from home, or anywhere he'd ever been. He noticed the small grouping of flowers he was laying upon, it reminded him of a bed, soft and comfortable, out of place for the world he stumbled into. He opened his eyes and gazed around, wondering how he didn’t die in the fall.
To the east he could see a short hallway. After finding his balance, he groggily followed the path in front of him. As he reached the end of the path, his half-asleep mind had finally pieced together what had happened. He had fallen down Mount Ebott, and, now he was in the world of monsters with no hope of escaping. 'Wonderful' He thought while repressing tears. Just say calm and smile. Just like mom always said, that usually works right? But this was a completely different story, bullies are nothing compared to this.
As much as Sans would like to just lie there and maybe take a nap, he needed to get out, if that was possible. Taking a deep breath, he set off on the hallway. After a short walk he reached a large door, which led to an even darker room. Taking one last look at what little sunlight lit the dark cavern, he stepped through the door.
Only one single beam of light shined through a crack in the ceiling, and under it stood a flower with a friendly face. He knew monsters looked different than humans, but this was surprising.
“Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! You’re new to the underground aren't ya?”
“Uh, yeah I am” Sans said while still processing the fact he was talking to a flower.
“Oh gee! You’re lucky I was here, otherwise you'd be walking around with no idea with how things work!”
Suddenly a blue heart appeared in front of Sans’s chest. “This is a strange day isn't it” he thought dryly.
“That's your SOUL! The culmination of your being! It starts off small but grows bigger when it gets LV. What does LV stand for? LOVE of course! I know you’re thinking 'How do I get LOVE?' well friend, here LOVE is spread through little white friendliness pellets!”
An assembly of 'friendliness pellets' appeared behind Flowey, and started coming towards Sans. Something about Flowey made Sans uneasy. So Sans decided to trust his gut and easily dodged the 'friendliness pellets', Flowey's mood dropped considerably.
“Hey friend, you need to run into them” He prepared another shot. He dodged again.
“Are you braindead!!? Run.Into.Them!” Flowey yelled.
“Wow rude” Sans commented while dodging more bullets. When he looked back at Flowey, his face was completely different. Honestly it was terrifying and it seemed he could bite Sans's head despite the flower only reaching up to Sans's waist.
“Y O U R E A L L Y A R E A N I D I O T A R E N' T Y O U” he snarled unlike anything Sans had ever heard before. Sans wouldn't consider himself brave in any form, but he was doing surprising well. But that didn't mean he wasn't afraid. The opposite actually, he had never felt more terrified in his lifetime. He was just doing well at not showing it.
“Iris my case” He punned to hide his fear. Judging by Flowey's scream of rage, it worked. So he kept them coming. He just hoped Flowey wouldn't see pass his trade mark grin, or how he was beating sweat.
“You seem to be upset, I hope thistle make you feel better”
“Ah come on, I'm a fungi”
“Seriously what's got you so mad, we really need to find the root of your problem”
“Why are you doing this!?!” Flowey screamed like a banshee.
“Bud I just rose to the occasion” Two puns in one sentence, nice.
“L E A V E” Seems Sans had pushed him over the edge.
“Don't you mean leaf?”
He screamed in outrage one last time before sinking into the ground and disappearing.
"Thank gourd” He whispered his last plant-based pun or his last one for now at least. He wondered if that counted as a near death experience. He sunk into his coat to calm himself. The warmth and homeyness of it was a large comfort. But that wasn't enough, so Sans sat down and pulled his hood over his eyes. As he curled deeper into the jacket he focused on the softness his jacket provided. “Why am I here, why did I even consider this” he thought fearfully. The reason he came to Mount Ebott was a dark one, and would be considered a cowardly one by many. He was hoping to not survive the fall.
After a few minutes of pulling himself together, he finally found the strength to look out of his jacket's fur. The room was still the same, only it was brighter with a blue light. Instinctively he brought his hand over his blue eye, It felt warm against his hand and while his vision wasn't the best like this, the familiar feeling was an odd comfort. The feeling of his magic always perked him up. And tired him but he didn't want to think about that right now.
Sans's mother was a descendent of one of the sorcerers that sealed the monsters. And while it was rare to have actual magic, everyone with his blood had some quirk that couldn't be explained by science. However Sans was one of the few that devolved magic as strong as his. Actually he was strong enough to be one of the original sorcerers. Not that any of that mattered now, his magic might be strong but it would be nothing compared to monsters. Possibly thousands of blood thirsty monsters that would like nothing more than to absorb his soul. He shuddered at the thought, and even though he was scared sitting around like this would do no good.
He decided that was enough moping, if he was to get out of here he needed to swallow his emotions and just move. He pulled his hood back and stood up, his eye burned and was powered by his many current emotions. He mentally noted a few objectives, one of course was to get out of here, find food shelter etc, and try to not break down again. “Easy enough” he thought in an attempt to lift his own spirits.
As he stepped into the other room his eyes were instantly attacked by the new light. After waiting for his eyes to adjust he looked around. The room fairly empty with open two staircases and some petals laying about. But despite the blankness of it all, it was quite beautiful. He couldn't put his finger on it but the shadows mixed with the scattered petals seemed to fill him with… determination. He shook himself out of his thoughts and continued on up the stairs and into the next room.
This new room was very barren with the only thing of substance being a few large buttons on the floor. Obviously it was a puzzle to unlock the shut and locked door. Question is how does he solve this, he couldn't find any clues or anything of that sort. He decided to just push buttons as he had no other option. He spent a minute or two pressing random buttons in the hope it would do something, and it did on the third try. He watched in interest as the door slid open.
He stepped into the room and gazed around. Funnily enough there was water, a small river actually. He walked up to a sign on the wall and read it. It said 'Stay on the path'. He strolled down the path before coming across a switch on the wall. With interest he decided to flip it… and nothing happened. Either way he continued his walk and there were two other switches on the wall. He flipped the first one since it was closer and some spikes blocking a doorway receded. He walked into the next room.
It was void of anything but a training dummy. However he was too lazy to mess with it and just kept walking. The next room was also barren with a weirdly specific path. He just mentally shrugged and carried on mentioned path. The path led to another room that was filled with spikes. He eyed the traps warily, his mind and body tired of this nonsense. Why couldn't he just take a stroll through the underground without having to stop every five seconds to solve a puzzle. Because he would prefer to do nothing of that sort. After a second contemplating how to solve this obstacle, He remembered the strange path. After heading back and observing the road he figured he had it memorized.
Sans stared down the spikes cautiously, his blue eye faintly glowing with worry. He gulped before stepping on the trap, and it retreated into the ground. He grinned and gave himself a mental pat on the back before continuing on the path, he just hoped his memories were right. “Guess you could say I'm walking down memory lane” he joked as he stepped off the last retreated spike. He continued his journey to the next room.
It was a very long, completely barren room with a single path. He just strolled down the road and gazed at the surrounding scenery. Considering he was far underground the entire settlement wasn't too shabby. While it had nothing but puzzles in it the architecture was rather different from the human world, and quite interesting he must admit. Everything was either purple or tinted purple, and the structures themselves seemed old, both in design and condition. Finally he reached the end of the room where a single white pillar stood. He ignored it and entered the next room.
He blinked in surprise as he spotted a sphere-shaped monster with a huge eye sitting in the corner of the room. Sans bit his lip in thought and pondered if he should talk to the creature. The last one was far from friendly. But before he could contemplate more the monster approached him shyly. It's movements were fearful as if it was the one that needed to be afraid.
“Your not here to pick on me are you?” the monster asked quietly.
“What? No of course not” Sans said while giving the monster a patient smile. This seemed to calm it down.
“Finally someone gets it” it said in relief. “Then what are you here for?”
“That's a good question” Sans said while shrugging “Don't have an answer”
“You're a human right?”
“Yeah, that a problem?”
“No not at all but, you don't know about mercy do you?”
“Can't say I do” He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets.
“When your fighting a monster and you've either beaten them up or calmed them down, their name will turn yellow. When that time comes please spare them, not all of us want to fight...” it trailed off.
“I'll keep that in mind” Sans said while walking away. When he turned around he saw a large pile of leaves. He was about to walk pass it before he had to suppress a yawn. He eyed the stack of leaves and considered his options. He could continue on tired and inattentive, or he could take a quick nap and replenish his energy. He shrugged and leaped face first into the leaf pile. A little rest wouldn't hurt he decided, besides he figured he deserved one after the last few hours. As he drifted into sleep the monster eyed him carefully before sneaking into another room.