Chapter 1: I Really, Really Hate Yellow Flowers

It was the dead of night on the fourteenth of March, a time when most high-school juniors would be doing one of two things; either frantically finishing up piles of homework, or slumbering peacefully. But Sean Feelgood is not the name of your average highschool junior, and as such, I was not doing either of the above. On the contrary, that night I had chosen to stay up and finish a very important project that had nothing to do with school...

"DAMN YOU, FLOWEY!" I cursed for the umpteenth time, red-faced and eyes blazing brighter than my computer as the laughter of the flower in question filled the entire screen. I slapped my gaming desk in exasperation and winced at the resulting throbbing of my hand.

...But did, in fact, have everything to do with YouTube and Undertale.

Spitting fire at the annoying boss battle I had failed to win yet again, I sighed deeply and leaned back in my blue swivel chair. I switched to my Papyrus voice - - being a Youtuber with a twenty-episode Undertale playthrough series, I had a voice for each character in Toby Fox's work of art. I was currently making an online mockery of myself as I attempted to get past Omega Flowey and those disturbing as all get out save file force-loads. I ran a strong, meaty hand through my chocolate hair, wiping sweat off and yawning. It had been a long night of video-gaming indeed. I'd spent an entire hour so far attempting to defeat this single boss. I kind of sucked at the combat system in this game. I shuddered at the thought of my obligatory, future Genocide run, and consequently going hand-to-bone with Sans.

"Well, folks, that's all for today," I sighed into my mic. I used a cheap headset I'd gotten from Best Buy for a mere ten dollars; the only thing my cheap mom would've let me get in the first place. "One hour makes for one freaking long episode, and I'm so tired I think I might just sleep until Christmas. Unfortunately, I've been having quite the... bad time with this boss fight. Obvious Sans reference aside, this has been SeanBon, and I will see you all next week!" I yawned deeply, mentally cursing myself for staying up so late. "Like, comment and/or subscribe if you enjoyed this video. Goodbye!"

My finger smashed the fiery red "Stop Recording" button like a hammer, and I yawned again. It was getting to be an epidemic.

I contemplated what to do with the sixty minute video. Uploading it would probably take a lifetime, and I wanted to be sure to be awake when it aired on the Internet, so that I could get in a thumbnail before it got any viewers. Last time I'd uploaded over night, all my fans had complained incessantly about the lack of my usual thumbnail for my Undertale series.

I could feel sleep crawling in the back of my mind.

With yet another yawn, like an exhausted lion, I decided, "Eh, I'll just leave it in my computer for now. My fans can wait another half-day."

Contented with the decision, I brought up my recorder to the forefront of the screen and hit the "File" option on the top bar. Several different commands expanded down, and from these I selected "Save As." After a moment of thinking, I named the video something witty and saved it to my Undertale Recordings file. The task complete, I closed my recorder and shut down Steam. I closed my laptop and threw myself onto my bed, which lay right next to my gaming desk.

"Sean," I mumbled to myself as sleep lowered my heavy eyelids, "you really need to work on your dodging skills."

I surrendered to slumber.

But in my extreme grogginess I had forgotten to do one thing that would change my life forever: I had neglected to close down Undertale itself. My game was still exactly in the Flowey boss fight. And as I slept obliviously, I had no idea that my computer was slowly folding open of its own accord. The screen blazed to full brightness once more. The face of Flowey filled the screen, and he laughed maniacally.

"You need work on your dodging skills, you say?" the transformed flower chortled. "I agree. After all, Sean... you are quite the IDIOT."

Thin, blue streams of light curled off the screen, snapping and sparking like lightning. I turned over in my deep sleep restlessly, just in time for the unearthly lightning to strike me straight in my chest. My eyes snapped open. I couldn't see anything, and pain filled the essence of my being. Confused and scared, I did the only thing I could do... scream. The sound filled the room, bouncing off the walls, my bed shaking beneath me.

And, then, quite suddenly, the scream ceased.

The lightning streamed back into my screen, and my computer slammed shut.

My bed was empty.

I woke up all alone in a dark void, the intense blue light that had just filled my vision burning dots in my eyes. I could still feel the burning in my chest, despite whatever the hell that had caused it obviously not being there anymore. The spots in my eyesight were reluctant to fade. Eventually, though, they did just that, and I was able to fully see nothing.

Yeah, that's right: Nothing.

All around me was a complete and total absence of mass. It was like I had woken up lost between dreams. Nothing existed in this unnerving, black world; not one single star, not one single atom apart from those which made up my own body. I lifted my hand; somehow I could see it. This singular fact baffled me. How, in this entirely empty world, was I able to make out my hand? That had to mean light was coming from somewhere, and so bouncing off of my body and reflecting the colors to my eyes. Yet if such a light source was present, I was unable to tell where it was.

"Hello?" I called out. I was sixteen-years-old and a very proud man, yet I could hear the fear in my voice. "Is anyone out there?"

How I was able to speak at all blew my mind, too. If this really was a void, I shouldn't be able to breathe, much less create sound, for there should be no air for the vibrations to bounce off of.

My skin crawled with fear. What the hell was going on? I had to be dreaming or dying. Those were the only two logical explanations. I hung in space indefinitely, completely and utterly freaked out. My brain was going wild with theory after theory, each one crazier and more terrifying than the last.

And then, quite abruptly, I was falling.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA WH- -" I screamed in a panic, windmilling my arms pointlessly. My world had suddenly changed from complete blackness to mysterious, purplish stone walls, and a bright blue sky miles above me. In the split second I had to take in my transformed surroundings (Definitely a dream, I decided subconsciously), I inferred that I was in some sort of deep, vertical cavern.

Well, crap. If I hadn't been dying before, I most certainly would be after the impact from this fall.

WHAM.

Said impact arrived barely a millisecond after the thought flew out of my mind, but it didn't hurt quite as bad as I had briefly imagined. Sure, it knocked the air clean out of my lungs. Yes, it left me gasping and retching for a solid five minutes, as my brain attempted to sort out just what the hell was going on. But I was alive, and fairly uninjured at that. Something incredibly soft had broken my fall for me; that much I could feel. When I had regained my breath enough to scramble to my feet, I was able to realize I had fallen on a bed of yellow flowers.

My head swam. I felt like throwing up, but I managed to hold it down. I stumbled around the cave, absorbing the environment. It was all jagged rock, along with one gaping tunnel lined with crumbling pillars. The cavern's floor was cold stone, and a strange purple in color. Confused and afraid, I took several deep breaths.

"Okay, okay," I mumbled, pressing my hands to either sides of my head. "Think, Sean. Just what the heck happened? I was recording the twenty-first episode of my Undertale series... I saved my video to my Undertale Recordings file... I went to sleep... and then my world turned upside-down when I opened my eyes." I felt a little bit calmer. It wasn't much, of course, considering the chaotic series of events I'd just underwent, but at least my heart wasn't racing a marathon. "Now, the next step I would need to take would be... figure out where the hell I am."

I examined the cavern. As I had seen before, it was pretty much completely vertical, the rock-faces having virtually no footholds. So, climbing up and out of this was out of the question. I glanced around for any passageways out. The only exit from the cave I could see was the gaping tunnel I'd seen earlier, the one with all the crumbling pillars along its contours. I took a deep breath.

Well, I thought, at least it looks like a way out. Maybe once I can get out of here, I can figure out how to get home. Wherever the hell I am in the world.

My feet moved forward, carrying me into the tunnel. It grew darker as the natural light from the shaft fell behind me, but not as dark as that terrifying void I'd been in earlier. I could at least make out the walls of the tunnel, even though I had to strain my eyes to do so. I pressed forward, forcing myself not to think too much about the situation. If I did, I was afraid I'd freak out and go insane.

Finally, I emerged into a wide cavern with a single glowing lamp on the roof. It shone down on a patch of earth that cropped up out of the purple stone floor uncannily. And growing out of the earth was a lone yellow flower.

I blinked. Flowers beneath the Earth? What sense did that make? They shouldn't be able to grow with no proper sunlight. That small lamp on the roof was definitely nowhere near enough light for photosynthesis, as it barely cast enough light to illuminate a dim circle around the earth patch. Blinking, I bent down to get a better look at the flower...

And nearly had a heart attack.

Because, grinning up at me, was a cartoony face that seemed at once drawn on the flower, and a part of its very being.

"No freaking way," I gasped, my eyes wider than moons. "No way could this be happening."

I rubbed my eyes, sure I was seeing things. The face was still there, smirking like a high-school jock who always get what they want. I took a frightened step back, unable to believe what was clearly in front of me. No way should it be real. No way could I have just met it. It was supposed to be a video game antagonist... just a fictional character in a friendly universe filled with an amazing cast. My hands shook, and my mouth opened and closed soundlessly.

No way could I really be seeing this thing right now. Because it was... it was...

The flower's cartoonish mouth opened, and in a shrill, almost ear-breaking voice, it exclaimed, "Howdy! I'm Flowey - - Flowey the flower! But... you already knew that, didn't you?"

Well, shit, I gulped.

Yep, I've been pulled into the unbelievably amazing hype train of Undertale, easily the best video game in existence. I was introduced to it through Game Grumps. So if you don't like this fanfic, go cry to them about it. But clearly, being a fanfiction writer and reader, I couldn't hold back the plot bunnies, and so this little gem was born! A YouTuber falling into his favorite game... this should definitely be one heck of an interesting ride.

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Well, that's all for this chapter, folks. Thanks for reading! -TheRealEvanSG