ComiTale Chapter 1: A New World

Weightlessness.

You had always wondered what it felt like.

But now you know what it feels like. The way no matter what you did, you were still moving one way. How it was all literally downhill from here.

Welp.

Now you know what it feels like.

...And you don't like it.

It felt like forever before you hit something soft, and passed out. When you came to, someone was trying to wake you. Whoever it was must have been really worried about you, because they were shaking you pretty violently.

The person was saying things to you, but you payed no attention. You wanted to stay like this forever, curled up, eyes screwed shut, on this soft and welcoming….whatever it was that had cushioned your fall.

Your fall. You suddenly remembered why you were on the ground in the first place.

"Are you dead? Wait, you can't be dead- you have a pulse…" The person muttered, just when you realized there were two fingers placed upon your neck. The person moved to try and carry you, but you weakly pressed a hand to their chest to stop them. You were fine.

Or so you thought.

You opened your eyes and tried to get up. Emphasis on tried. You fell right back on your caboose, as pain flared up in your left leg. You hissed in pain, and looked at your leg, but quickly looked away. There was a long gash up the side of your calve, and seeing all that blood made you feel a little woozy. You probably scraped it on that branch you tripped on, which resulted in you falling in the first place.

You met eyes with the person you had temporarily forgotten about. Their hair was a dark reddish color, and stopped at their neck. Just like yours. They had slightly pinkish tinted cheeks, and deep red eyes that, in your opinion, were pretty awesome.

They had a thin green jacket on, with a thick, tan stripe going across the abdomen. They had a pair of brownish-reddish shorts with the same color converse sneakers.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at their fashion choice- mostly because it was nearly the same as yours, except the colors were different. Your hair was dark brown, and your skin was mocha colored. Dark freckles dotted your sheeks. Your jacket was brown with two thin green stripes, and your shorts and converses matched the color of your jacket.

"Hello? I said, what's your name?" They repeated, slightly irritated. You blinked once. You hadn't noticed that they were speaking. "Frisk," You said. "My name is Frisk."

They smiled. "Greetings. I am Chara."

Something about the way they said it was weird.

Chara stood up, and offered their hand to you. "Can you stand on your own? We should probably get moving." You shook your head, and gratefully took their hand. They allowed you to wrap your arm around their shoulder, as you both began walking (limping) towards the entrance to the next room. Chara didn't seem bothered at all when your legs accidentally touched, getting your own blood on them. They simply shrugged it off.

Chara stopped walking suddenly, making you almost trip in surprise. They seemed oblivious to that fact, though. "We need to switch jackets." You gave them a questioning glance. "I'll explain later." When you didn't move, they raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't trust me?" You shook your head. "I was just...confused." You balanced on one leg, with one hand on the wall, as you both switched jackets.

The next room was shrouded in a creepy darkness, save for a single circle of light in the center. There was a patch of green grass, and in the center, sat a regular, normal, ordinary flower with pointed, red petals.

Except it was smiling at you.

"Howdy!"

You flinched when the thing spoke, many questions running through your head like chickens with their heads cut off. How could this flower speak? And how could Chara look at this thing, and not freak out? Had they seen this before?

"You two look lost! Luckily, you ran into Flowey! Flowey the Flower…" His cheery speech and smile slowly faded, as his gaze lingered on Chara. "...What?" Chara asked confusedly. Flowey's yellow face changed to a more hopeful, longing expression. He smiled again, and his voice changed.

"...Chara? Is that you?" Chara nodded, still confused. "...Yeah. That's my name."

A long vine slowly came from the ground, and moved to gently touch Chara's face. However, Chara flinched and smacked the vine away, with a weirded out expression on their face.

"Stranger danger! Don't touch me."

Flowey looked hurt. "Don't… you remember me?"

Chara furrowed their eyebrows. "...No?"

For a moment, Flowey was silent. He took a few moments to observe the both of you, before his face contorted into outrage. Suddenly, a thick vine hit Chara, square in the chest, knocking them off their feet. Having lost your support, you fell alongside them.

Two glowing heart shaped objects were pulled out of both of your chests. The world around you disappeared, except your new companion and Flowey. Except both of them were black and white, and everything else was shrouded in darkness. "You see those little hearts?" he began with a demonic grin. "This is a BATTLE sequence. Those little hearts are your SOUL's! The very culmination of your beings!" Your 'soul' was a bright, exuberant red. Your favorite color. Chara's was a very dark red, that faded to black around the edges. "Do you have any idea what those things are worth down here? Why would anyone pass this up?!" You raised a hand to stop him. "Wait!" You cried out, desperately. What was up with this crazy new world?

Both of your souls were hit over and over again by little white pellets. You both cried out, cringing on the ground in pain. It all stopped, and you looked up to see both of your souls surrounded by a circle of the pellets. Flowey frowned, glaring at Chara. "Don't tell me you're Chara. Chara is long gone, and hates wearing clothes that don't match. You don't have the right to try and trick me. But, I'll tell you what. I'll give you a piece of advise from yours truly, advice that would've helped in this situation. Down here…."

He loomed over you and Chara, his grotesque grin formed on his face again. "It's KILL or BE killed! DIE!" He began laughing his little head off, as the circle of pellets slowly closed in on your souls, and the both of you braced yourselves for what you were sure would be the final hit.

Silence.

You looked up. The pellets were gone. Flowey stared at your souls in confusion as well, before a fire ball blinked into existence beside him, and threw itself at him. The petals on his head were caught aflame, as he panicked. "HOLY-GET IT OFF ME!" He shrank into the ground quickly when there were rushed footsteps from behind him.

The figure stepped into the 'battle sequence'. This creature had small horns coming out of their head, two floppy goat ears, a short snout, and a warm smile, and small fangs. They wore a a dress with sleeves and a strange symbol on the front, and their bare (albeit furry) feet peeked out from beneath. "Oh my! You are injured! Allow me to heal you…" She got on one knee, and hovered her hands over your injured leg. You sat up, using your hands as support, as a warm feeling spread throughout that one leg, and it comforted you. The big cut closed itself painlessly and only left a dark mark on your skin as the blood disappeared.

Your eyes met with hers. "Who are you?" You ask, timidly. "Fear not, my children. I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins." She turned her head slightly and frowned at the spot where Flowey had disappeared into the ground. "What a horrible creature, torturing poor, defenseless youths…" she muttered beneath her breath.

"I'm not defenseless or poor!" Chara snapped, angrily. Toriel flinched, surprised she had been heard. "...Forgive me. I had no intention of offending you." She apologized. "Yeah, well, you did…" Chara growled back defensively, crossing their arms. For a second, Toriel narrowed their eyes at them. "You… remind me of a child I used to know…"

There was an awkward silence, what with Chara avoiding eye contact with Toriel.

"Nonetheless," Toriel started, with her warm smile returning. "Come, I shall guide you through the catacombs." The souls returned to their respective owners, as the world and it's colors reappeared. She gently took your hand, and held her other one out for Chara, but Chara just huffed, and shoved their hands into their pockets, settling for just walking beside you. Toriel only seemed a little bothered by Chara's reluctance, but she brushed it off as if she had dealt with someone similar to Chara before.

A Froggit hops close!

Both of your souls were pulled into battle. Chara patted down their pockets, looking for something. "Shoot. Hey, can I see your stick?" They asked, pointing at the thick piece of wood in your palms. Your grip on it tightened defensively. "Why?" You questioned. Chara gestured to the Froggit, whom was sitting there, waiting patiently. "Because I know you're not gonna hit that thing. Lemme see the stick." You shook your head. "There's no reason to hurt it, though." You replied, eyebrows furrowed. "Then what are we gonna do, Frisk? We're not getting out of this battle, unless we do something." They crossed their arms and glared at you, tapping their foot impatiently. You bit your lip in thought for a moment.

[❤ACT]

You then looked back at the Froggit (Did it just bark?), puffed your chest out, and squared your shoulders to make yourself look bigger and more threatening. The Froggit looked up at you, not in fear, like you thought it would, but with a sense of respect.

It dropped some gold before the battle ended, and it hopped away contentedly.

Chara picked up the gold curiously. "You… spared it. Interesting." You smiled proudly, and nodded. "See? No violence needed." Chara looked back at you, stuffing the gold into their pocket. "We would have gotten more gold if we had just kill-" You quickly brought a finger to their lip to hush them. "Nope. Its not worth it."

Chara rolled their eyes, with a small smirk. "Totally worth it. C'mon, let's keep moving."

You nodded in agreement, and the both of you continued walking through the ruins. You found it interesting that no matter where you went, 8-bit tunes seemingly played out of nowhere. "So, did you fall too?" You asked, curiously. They visibly stiffened. "Y-yeah." They sighed, as if talking about it was a challenge for them. "How'd you end up up their anyway? On Mt. Ebbot, I mean." You continued. "Don't wanna talk about it." They replied, quickly. You recoiled, looking away guiltily. "We don't have to. Sorry." "For what? You didn't do anything." Chara stated. "I shouldn't have asked such a personal question. Your business is your business." You replied. Chara sighed in an exaggerated manner. "God, Frisk, your so nice, it makes me wanna puke." They pretended to gag, pointing a finger in their mouth. You giggled, and felt your face heat up a little. "Sorry." You muttered. Chara groaned. "Stop apol-"

Chara was interrupted when your souls were pulled into another fight. A strange looking monster approached you. It looked like living jello in your opinion. "Well, how do we get rid of this Moldsmal?" You looked at it and tried to intimidate it with your size, like you did the Froggit. It seemed unaffected, however. It wiggled fiercly, before attacking you. Slime balls fell from above, and split apart. The pieces flew at both of your souls, but you were able to maneuver your soul out of the way in time.

Chara seemed unharmed as well, and a bit irritated. "Hand me the stick, Frisk." You sent them a quick glare, before turning back to the Moldsmal. It wiggled a little harder, then you finally understood what it wanted. You smiled as you wiggled your hips flirtatiously. The Moldsmal wiggled back with even more enthusiasm. What a meaningful conversation!

"What." Chara was at a complete loss for words. The Moldsmal wiggled over to them, and nudged them encouragingly. You giggled, and bumped Chara with your hip. "C'mon! He won't end the battle unless you dance too." Chara put their hands up. "Uh-uh. No way. I don't wiggle." The Moldsmal suddenly went still, glaring at Chara menacingly. Chara flinched, and immediately wiggled only a little. The Moldsmal was happy though and wiggled away, leaving some gold as the battle ended.

Chara stood there, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her face. "Don't EVER make me wiggle like that again." You bit your lip to hold back a few chuckles and nodded. "Then we'll just have to avoid Moldsmal's for now." You replied, bending down to get the gold.

Suddenly, the cellphone Toriel had given you rang. You pulled it out, and put it on speaker. "Hello? It is I, Toriel. I have an important question to ask of you. Would you prefer vanilla or red velvet?"

"Vanill-" "Chocolate!" Chara interrupted you. They snatched the phone from your hand, and eagerly held it to their face. "Do you still have that chocolate? Please tell me you have chocolate!" Their was a moment of silence before Toriel let out a chuckle of amusement. "Yes, I have chocolate. Thank you for your preferences. I will talk to you later." Toriel was still chuckling when she hung up. Suddenly, it rang again. Chara quickly answered it. "Neither of you have allergies, do you?" she asked. "Nope! Bye!" Chara hung up, and quickly slipped the phone into your jackets pocket and grabbed your hand. They dragged you along, rushing into the next room. "Wait! Where are we going?!"

"Mom has chocolate. We have to get over their, ASAP." You smiled a little. "Did you just call her 'Mom'?" Chara took a pause, and turned to you. "Well, she treats us like we're her children. So... why not call her Mom?"

You came to a gate way. There was a patch of red flowers in the middle of the entrance, but what caught your attention was the white, translucent monster laying across it. It had huge, adorable eyes, a small mouth and a grey line going down the space between his eyes. When they saw you and Chara coming, they quickly closed their eyes. "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…" Chara frowned. "Hello? We need you to move." Chara asked as politely as someone like Chara could ask.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…"

"Why, you little-" Chara stepped forward, prepared to use force to push the ghost, but you gently pushed Chara back a few steps with both your hands. You turned back to the ghost, while Chara whined something about 'needing to get to my chocolate', while you calmly approached the ghost. "Excuse me, but could you please move? Me and my friend would very much like to go through."

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…" Chara groaned in frustration. "Why do they keep saying 'Z'? It's annoying." You ignored Chara, and laid down next to the ghost, looking up at the ceiling. You closed your eyes, and began repeating the same letter. Chara facepalmed. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

The ghost stopped, finally opening their eyes. "oh. um. hi. i, uh, usually come here because there's no one around…" Frisk nodded, turning their head to them. "Would you like us to leave, then?" The ghost shook their head. "n-not really… i mean… you can stay if you want… no pressure." You smiled warmly at him. "What's your name?" The ghost smiled back a little bit. "i'm napstablook." Your smile grew a little wider. What a cool name!

"That's a nice name. I'm Frisk." A greyish blush spread across his face. "And this is Chara." Chara merely released a grunt in response. "oh! i'm sorry. you wanted to go through, didn't you? i was so rude...sorry...i'll get out of your way..." His smile was replaced by a guilty frown, as tears welled up in his eyes, but before you could do or say anything, he was gone.

You stood up, brushing the dirt off yourself with a sad smile. Chara frowned. "What're you smiling about?" You stood there, staring at the spot where Napstablook used to be. "He was just so… adorable. I hope we see him again." Chara rolled their eyes, looking disinterested. "Yeah, yeah. Can we go now? I can practically feel the chocolate calling my name."

You and Chara arrived at a quaint little orange house, with leafy green vines crawling up the sides. A dark tree stood in the frontyard, it's thin branches reached out in all directions as if it were desperately trying to get to something. A single leaf hung on to the end of a branch for dear life, before falling off and landing in the huge pile of other leaves that covered most of the tree's black exposed roots. "Oh, I hope they are okay…" Toriel stood next to the tree, dialing on her phone and putting it up to her ear, before she noticed you two. "Oh!" She put her phone away, and rushed over to you two. She enveloped the both of you in a warm hug, that you willingly returned, while Chara kinda… just… stood there.

She released you, placing one hand on Chara's shoulder and the other on yours. "I am sorry for leaving the both of you alone for so long. It was irresponsible for me to surprise you like this. Come." She stood, and walked into the house. You walked up to the house, taking in the sight. Seeing such a cute little house in the ruins filled you with determination. It felt as if you had taken a picture of the scene, a picture you would always remember, no matter what. A picture you could come back to, and look at whenever you felt like it.

You glanced at Chara. They stared at the house, their eyes unfocused and glossy. You saw a single tear drop roll down their cheek. You took their hand in yours and squeezed it, bringing Chara back to reality. Chara looked at you, and you gave them a reassuring smile. Chara smiled back, and used their (your) jacket sleeve to wipe the tear.

When you stepped into the house, Toriel was waiting for you and Chara. That new house smell you were fond of filled your nostrils, alongside with the wonderful, mouth-watering aroma of something baking. "Do you smell that, my children?" You saw Chara lighten up a bit. "Surprise! That is a vanilla-chocolate cake!" Both of you looked at each other, and smiled. "And that is not all! Follow me." She led you to the right, entering a hallway with several doors. She stopped at the first one.

"This is your very own room! Just for the two of you!" She smiled, and placed a hand on your head. "I have also prepared a curriculum for your education. This may not surprise you, but I've always wanted to be a teacher..." She rubbed your hair lovingly, and hummed softly.

You had never felt so loved. This woman you had never known before had just met you that day, and was already willing to take you in as her own? The image of this place being your new home was just… awesome.

She suddenly removed her hand. "Is something burning? Er, I should go. Please, make yourselves confortable." She quickly rushed to the kitchen to tend to the cake, leaving you and Chara alone.

You were lying on your side, facing the wall, in your new bed, in your new home, with your new mom, and your new friend. Toriel had told you that the cake was cooling, and you should go for a walk, or even take nap while you waited. You chose the latter because you were already tired, and Chara had agreed to nap as well. They were in the twin bed across the room. You assumed they were asleep, but you however, were wide awake.

Before you went to bed, you had read up on Monster history. Learning that humans had sealed the monsters down here hundreds of years ago had both shocked you, and didn't surprise you very much at all. Humans were truly horrible beings. They always fought each other, they were greedy, and they were scared of what they didn't understand. Albeit, not all humans were like that. Some of them really had a good ending in mind. They just took the wrong path to get to it, despite having their hearts in the right place.

You heaved a sigh. Humans were flawed, and there's nothing anyone would be able to about that. You had to remind yourself that you were human too, and that you too, had flaws. Such as what Chara had said earlier about you being too nice, too forgiving. That wasn't the first time you had heard that before.

A feeling crept over your mind, as if a TV had been turned on, but there was nothing playing on it. Just that weird, high-pitched noise that blank TV's make. The sound echoed in your head. You ignored it though.

Can you hear me? Chara asked.

"Yeah." You replied. You suddenly bolted upright staring at the figure in bed across the room. That voice- it was Chara's- was in your head.

Hey, calm down. It's me, Chara.

How...are you doing that? Talking to me through my mind?

At first I wasn't sure, they started, but now I'm positive that we are connected somehow. I dunno why we're connected or the extent of the connection though.

There was a silence as you layed back down.

Suddenly, light filled the room, as the door opened. Neither of you dared move. After some shuffling around, the door closed.

You both looked at the floor, to see two china plates with a slice of cake on each. You both smiled excitedly and pounced on the meals. You both sat, (crisscross applesauce) with your cakes in your laps across from each other. Chara shoveled a fork full of cake into their mouth, and moaned blissfully. "God, I love chocolate." They whispered. You nodded your head, digging into your own layered dessert. "Vanilla's pretty good too, I guess." They added freely. They sighed contentedly, finishing off their meal a lot quicker than you had. "She still bakes the best cake." She muttered happily.

"So… you do know Toriel?"

Chara froze. You had them right where you wanted them.

"No… I just…" Chara wrung their hands, avoiding eye contact. "I… fell down here a long time ago. But, whether you believe it or not, I died in an accident. But I came back somehow, and I'm not sure why. And when I woke up from death, like it was all just a bad dream," They watched your finger absently trail up and down the scar on your leg. "There you were. On the ground, from a fall that should've killed you. The same fall that should've killed me."

Chara looked away again. "But. The reason I brought this up. My real mom is very similar to Toriel. She was nice, she baked cakes, and she would always worry her head over for me. The way Toriel acts, it makes me feel as if she were my mom. But, she's not."

You sat their, astounded. Not only were there monsters down here, but their were (human) ghosts too? Was Chara a ghost? They didn't look like one. Falling down here had truly opened a new world for you, a world of endless possibilities.

But you understood what Chara said about their mom. You felt guilty, because they obviously didn't like to talk about it. So once again, you took a step back. You silently told yourself not to question them on their past any longer.

The whole dying and coming back to life thing was a hard pill to swallow, though. How was that possible? One of those old books you read said that seven humans used magic to seal the barrier. Had Chara used magic? Could humans even still use magic?

Ugh. Thus was giving you a headache.

You hadn't noticed how carefully Chara was watching you, until you looked up, and they spoke. "You know we can't stay here." It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded solemnly. "Humans trapped the monsters down here. It's not fair that they have to suffer like this. They didn't do anything to deserve this." Chara smirked. "And what are you going to do about it?" You stood, hands balled into fists. "I'm going to set them free!" You conjured up the most determined face you could muster. Chara stood up as well and smiled. "I like this new side of you. And how are we going to get out of these ruins?" Chara was really getting pumped!

"I'm going to ask Toriel, nicely, how to get out. Then we can politely ask her if we're allowed to leave." You said with a gentle smile.

Chara face-palmed.

A/N: (Slowly emerges from the shadows) tis i, the greatest of all time. yes, my followers, i'm still alive.

this chapter has 4,230 words, about nine and a half pages, not including the authors note.

i need a life. send help :\

An-tee-ways, thanks for reading and all that jazz. I really do appreciate it. I've never worked so long on a FanFiction.

But about the story itself. This is my own Undertale AU. In this AU, named after yours truly, Frisk ventures through the underground with a mysterious partner (Spoiler alert: It's Chara :O). There will be a lot of differences, including the addition of several OC's, new never-before-seen dialogue, and several big plot changes, and differences in character designs (Hence why Frisk's clothes' colors are different).

As you can tell, I'm super hype to let this out. There will be happy times, sad times, bad times, etc. I hope you have just as much fun as I will.

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