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I finally finished it!!! my Undertale Yellow Underfell fic that ive been working on basically since the game came out <3 The fic is completely done, so you could read it all right now. excerpt from chapter 1 under the cut!
Clover opened their eyes slowly. The light above was far away and bright, and their entire body was sore. They sat up slowly, and in a sudden moment of clarity, their hand flew to their head.
It was still there. Their brand new hat, that they got just yesterday. Further inventory checks revealed they still had the missing poster in their pocket, and the stolen gun by their hip.
They let out a breath of relief that they hadn't lost anything, before finally taking in their surroundings.
Clover was sitting in a soft pile of yellow flowers, and beyond them was a small cave. Never the fan of small spaces, Clover got up and started walking down the narrow tunnel.
The tunnel opened up quickly, thankfully. They wandered forward slowly, their footsteps echoing against the walls. …No, that wasn't an echo.
Clover reached for their pistol, but before they could properly get it in their hands, a monster had already emerged from the other side of the cave.
She looked almost… no, they had to be imagining things. Either way, her presence had a way of calming them down.
She introduced herself as Toriel, and looked almost as surprised as Clover was.
“You must've taken quite a fall,” she offered empathetically, walking towards them slowly as if approaching a wild animal. Well, their hand was still on their gun. “You poor child…” Once the distance was closed, she suddenly enveloped Clover in a hug.
They froze, caught off guard. It was unfamiliar, and yet, they felt like they'd been hugged like this dozens of times before. They felt like crying by the time Toriel pulled away.
“Come with me,” she offered, thankfully taking Clover's hand in hers. “Let me show you around the Ruins.”
She led the way out of the cave, and the next room opened up much further, finally shining light onto the purple concrete and red flowers that they walked around, favoring the grand stairs at either side of it.
They took the left staircase.
Toriel led the way through a couple puzzles- they all seemed relatively simple, up until the lever that Toriel told Clover to click refused to work.
“You must've done it wrong,” Toriel suggested, so they tried a couple more times to the same non-result. “No no no,” she said finally, patience wearing thin, “That's the wrong one.”
Had they clicked the wrong one? Without thinking too hard on it, Clover moved to the other lever and pulled.
The floor disappeared under their feet, and suddenly again, they were falling-
Their head throbbed, Toriel was saying something but it was difficult to hear her over the heartbeat in their ears.
Slowly, so very slowly, Clover sat up, just in time to watch the poster slip down the cliff. They tried to chase after it, but the sudden movement made the pain in their head flair up, forcing them back down.
The poster was far out of sight by the time Clover finally made it to their feet. It was darker down here, especially as they wandered further away from the crack in the floor- ceiling?
As they walked through the darkened Ruins, suddenly, a flower popped up. Not only that, but a flower with a rather concerned face.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
Too confused to do much of anything else, Clover only nodded.
“You look like you took quite a tumble! Don't worry, let me heal you.”
And suddenly, a soft warmth washed over them. Once it disappeared, they were left slightly colder, but the pounding in their head was gone. They stood up a little straighter.
“I'm Flowey!” The flower explained further. “If… I can help you, by healing you. And getting you out of-” he gestured to the surrounding area with his leafs, “Here.”
Clover hesitated.
This flower certainly had to be a monster. But… of the two monsters they'd met thus far, both had offered to help them. Perhaps they were wrong to think them cruel? The idea was too heavy to think too much on now. Instead, they nodded again.
“You don't talk much, do you?” Flowey asked with a tilt of his head- petals? Several of which were torn. “What's your name?”
“Clover.”
“Well, Clover, let's get started! Just bring me with you, and I'll lead the way.”
