My first Undertale fanfiction. I'm quite proud of myself. This is going to be a bit of a spoiler for the pacifist run so if you haven't played it yourself, please do yourself a favor and play this amazing game. It's something that needs to be watch unspoiled. Enjoy the chapter!

My name is Anna Sathe. My last name is pronounced "say the". I'm a 9 year old girl that really hasn't done much around my home on the surface world. It was a bit boring up there and not much was going on. My 10-year-old brother, Charles, was dealing with a serious bullying problem and I'm struggling to fit in with everyone else at school. I was always known as the quiet child that didn't really speak too much. I was an introvert at best, and it was for that reason people disliked me. They always figured that I thought myself too great to associate with anyone. That isn't true at all, I just haven't been the "social butterfly" as of late. The times I did speak, my voice was low and I was too afraid to complete a sentence. It's why I'm mostly only able to convey words through writing. It's why I have a diary.

It isn't all bad, however. I've found playing a clarinet to be my daily hobby and my skills are improving slowly. I absolutely excel in my English class and I'm learning to speak different languages fluently. My father, Gerald, is teaching me Italian and Spanish. My brother is one of the best when it comes to history. He loves hearing about our culture here on Earth. One of his favorite stories, however, is the tale of the monsters that are said to live under our world. I claim it to be a bunch of hogwash simply because I find it unbelievable. But, perhaps, that would explain why people refuse to go anywhere near Mount Ebott. They say that if you go up there, you won't return. Seven children have been lost already and another child has just gone missing.

What was their name again? It started with an 'f'. It was apparent that the kid wasn't very happy with their life and decided to run away to end it all. That isn't what was directly said, but people sure believe that to be the case. I find it upsetting that the kid has dealt with so many problems. They practically had to raise themselves because their parents wouldn't pay them any mind. One day, their parents had left and never came back. Maybe that's why they left our town.

We were moving today. We were leaving the town. Good riddance! I hated the fifth-graders at my school. They were rude and bossy. They were the reason my bus was so messy when I got onto it. They were the reason why my teachers turn a blind eye to problems they create. They were the reason my brother was being bullied. I only saw the house we were going to get in a picture, but it's a 2 story house. Naturally, it can fit me, my dad, and my brother. Hopefully it'll turn out to be better than the tiny house we were moving out of.

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While I'm at it, I suppose I should explain what I look like. I was tan-skinned and had my red hair tied into cornrows. My face had freckles on each cheek rosy-red cheek. I wore a white sweater with a music note on it and a blue skirt that went down to my ankles. I wore black checkered loafers. My clarinet was always inside of its blue case that was strapped to my back. Along with that was my diary which I always held clipped onto my left hip. My brother was also tanned skin with messy red hair. He wears a camouflage tank top and brown shorts. He covers his feet with white shoes. My dad also had red hair but also a beard that circled his mouth and went off of his face sort of like a goatee. He has a large build and has the capability of lifting a king-sized bed by himself. His friends call him "Gerald the Strongman". He's often seen in a white tank top and black pants. He has hairy arms and has a ring on his left hand. I was a lefty, my brother was right-handed, and my dad was right-handed.

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Luck turned out to be in my favor. There were enough rooms for us all so that meant I didn't have to share a room with my brother anymore. While the movers were placing our furniture into the house. Dad, my brother, and I all went outside for some fresh air.

"Father, do you mind if I go exploring?" I ask Dad.

"Not at all, Anna, but don't go fa- AGH!" Dad is hit with a red ball and falls over onto the ground.

"Whoops! Sorry, Dad!" Charles says, trying to stop himself from giggling.

"I'm not going down that easily!" Dad says.

Father gets up and tackles Charles to the ground. They roll around and laugh for a bit. I shake my head, laughing myself, and begin to head off.

The area was covered with trees. I struggle to see the morning sun through them until I reached a clearing later. I walk out into it and see a cliff. I suddenly realized where I was.

Mount Ebott.

The shocking thing was that it wasn't that far from where I was. I'm surprised nobody said anything about this area being so close to our new home. I got excited and began to scale the mountain. My hair hangs loosely in the wind as I run faster up towards the top and look over the edge. It seemed to be a canyon down below where I was. I could see all sorts of rocks and jewels lying about. I take out my diary to write down some of the things I saw when I heard something. Looking behind me, I stare about the top of the mountain before deciding to head back home.

As I pass by, a part of the mountain caves in and I fall through. I scream at the top of my lungs as I'm heading towards the bottom of, well, something really quickly. I close my eyes and brace myself for a very rough landing.

...

...?

It never came.

I open my eyes and see that I've safely landed on a flower bed. I hurriedly get up and dust myself off. My diary went missing. I turn to my side and see my clarinet case a distance away from me. Luckily that was still-

...oh no...

Opening it up, my mouth drops open in fear,

It was broken.

So much for a safe landing...Now is the time to get out of here! I look about the room I was in. It was dark besides light coming from around a corner. I instinctively head in that direction. Heading upwards, I see another clearing where light is pouring in. Grass was forming around that spot, but everywhere else in the room was dark. I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts before a voice calls out to me.

"Howdy! I'm FLOWEY," It says,"FLOWEY the FLOWER!"

I look up and see a small yellow flower staring straight at me. I take this small opportunity to question how on Earth a flower could be speaking to me at this very moment. It goes against everything I've-

Oh...

This thing is one of those monsters I've learned about in school, huh? I never imagined that they'd be real at all! Better be on my toes then. Who knows what it could do.

"Hmm...You're new to the UNDERGROUND, aren'tcha?

The UNDERGROUND? Is that what this place is? It's certainly dark out. I forgot to bring a match, lighter, or lantern if I knew this would be happening.

"Golly, you must be so confused," Flowey speaks,"Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

I begin to scan the place for any sign of an exit. There's one right behind him and there's the place I just came from. I'm tempted to just run past the thing, but I'm a bit worried about what it might do to me.

"I guess little old me will have to do," He says, smiling creepily,"Ready? Here we go!"

Suddenly a light surrounds me and a heart can be seen from within myself. I look at it and watch as it radiates a maroon coloring. I raise my eyebrows at the sight and turn my eyes back to the talking flower.

"See that heart?," Flowey says,"That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

So this thing is what's keeping me in reality? Duly noted.

"Your SOUL starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV," He explains.

LV? This better not be "level" otherwise I'm asleep and I've fallen into my brother's World of Warcraft universe. Better get the sword because I'm going grinding for items!

"What's LV stand for?" Flowey asks, smiling,"Why, LOVE, of course!"

Yep this is gonna be one swell of- oh wait LOVE? Well, I am contented now.

"You want some LOVE, don't you?"He asks.

I shake my head 'no'. Not from something like you. You're waaaaay to strange for my taste.

"Oh, don't be like that," Flowey insists,"Don't worry, I'll share some with you,"

It then promptly winks and sticks out its tongue in a sort of silly way. A little star appeared from his closed eye when he winked. Suddenly, small, white, oval-shaped things appeared from him.

"Down here, LOVE, is shared through little white...'friendliness pellets'," He says, glancing away and then looking at me.

You've got to be kidding me. Yeah this guy is definitely not lying. There's no way in heck he's lying. I guess I should just stroll on over to the "friendliness pellets" and give them a hug. Hey pellets? TAKE ME ALREADY!

"Are you ready?"He asks

NO! NONONONONONO!

"Move around! Get as many as you can!"Flowey encourages.

I start to move around, but I'm sort of trapped. I can't leave the area and the pellets are closing in. I decide to slip on by them instead of getting directly hit. He gives me a look that would say "Come on, now, really?". He's still holding that grin, but it's significantly more different looking combined with the look of his eyes.

"Hey buddy, you missed them," Sherlock says.

That was the idea.

"Let's try that again, okay?" Flowey says, more pellets appearing.

I side-step them again.

'Screw you, midget flower' I think, smirking.

Flowey now looks visibly annoyed with me. Great, now if he could just leave me alone. I don't want his friendliness pellets. It sounds disturbing.

"Is this a joke? Are you braindead?"

How rude of him. And I was just starting to accept the pellet offer. Too bad, you choose me or you lose me. Suddenly, a white box started to fill with the words he was saying.

"RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS!" He yells.

AHA! I KNEW IT! But I can celebrate later, I've gotta get rid of this guy first.

Flowey glances at the box in fright before it hurriedly switches to friendliness pellets. The pellets close in and I side-step them easily. Flowey's face freezes before swapping to something that resembled a skull. His sockets had white dots on them and his teeth were sharp. It was so grotesque I did a double take.

"You know what's going on here, don't you?" He hisses.

Pretty much, yeah. The friendliness pellet's thing...not working, I'm sorry.

"You just wanted to see me suffer," Flowey says.

NOW we're getting somewhere.

My smug look was cut short as he shortens my range of movement and creates a giant circle around me.

"Die," It says with a chilling grin.

He started to laugh, it was absolutely horrific. The walls were closing in and I had to listen to that every second. Right before I was hit though, the pellets are blocked by flames. A fireball launches Flowey away and a goat-like figure walks up to me.

"What a terrible creature," it says,"Torturing such a poor, innocent youth,"

It was apparently a woman. Her voice made it obvious and her clothing helped that fact. She had a strange design on it. Three triangles and a ball with wings? Okay, rule number one, question absolutely nothing. Resist the urge, just do it.

"Do not be afraid, my child," She says,"I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS,"

So I'm in the RUINS right now, huh? That would explain the cobwebs and spiders running amok in this dark room.

"I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down,"

That's right, I'm not the only one. That's strangely a comforting thought. It means other people understand what I'm going through right now.

"You are the second human to come here in a long time,"

Wait...second? Someone was here...oh. That kid disappeared a while ago. That must be him she's talking about. It would make sense.

"Come! I will guide you through the catacombs," She says, taking my hand and walking towards an arched door.

"This way,"

For the first time in a while, things were finally starting to look a bit better.

Well that certainly went well. I did my best to have everyone match their dialogue within the game. I tweaked a few things to keep the plot of the story. Don't worry, Frisk is coming in soon, trust me. When he does, he'll be just as awesome as always. Be sure to review this story and give your feedback on this chapter. Every word counts.