It's so dark, so dark and so cold.
I... I'm so alone, so lost.
I see a bright light, so red and... and warm.
Could I have help so that I can pretend to be alive? For just one night?
Frisk awakens in a field of golden flowers. Her body ached, her mind a blurry fuzz of disorientation, and her spirit felt... different. However, maybe it was the shining light that shone down onto her, or the melodic sounds of the distant singing birds somewhere above her. Was she dead? Certainly that had to be the case, the last thing she remembered was falling into a hole in the ground of some old mountain.
In any case though, it wouldn't do to merely lay down and stare at a shining hole in the ceiling. She forced her body to get up, but every strain of her muscles felt sluggish. It felt strange, ominous in fact. It wasn't by any fatigue or exhaustion, but as if by pure lack of motivation. Something definitely felt off, if not unusual. But maybe this is what dead people felt like.
So then the real question was if she was in Heaven, or the other place?
She intended to find that out for herself.
It took almost forever for her to get up, and it was at that point that she recognized the pain all over her body. From head to toe, her body writhed in agony. Maybe she really was in that other place, for whatever reason of just or otherwise. But still, she must push forward, even though it felt like each ache, pain, or agony in every part of her body was a ball of chain which weighed her down.
Maybe... maybe this was what Hell is.
A land where eternal pain resided for all those who dwell, that was the common knowledge. But perhaps the pain goes far further than physical, and even mentally. No, Frisk could feel it. The will to live, to be happy, to see any spark or twinkle of light in the darkness. Gone, devoured by the shadow. The memories of such feeling, of such joy are all that keep you going, but even then, it becomes even more and more faint, until you believe that those times are a figment of imagination, of hope that doesn't exist. And when you're at your peak, incapable of taking any more of this eternal and blind walk, begging to any being real or imaginary to bring death upon you, only to remember you aren’t even alive to begin with, not really.
Which is worse? To have all light extinguished from every plain of reality of existence, or to have the ability to see such beauty in the world taken from you, leaving you alone in darkness?
Frisk couldn't see anything, she was just wandering in the darkness. No sense of direction, no real destination in mind, just aimless wandering. It felt like an eternity, but then, out of nowhere, a faint, golden light appeared in the distance. It was so small, and yet glowed so bright, it felt warm from Frisk was. It appeared so far, but as she tried to walk towards it, it was actually that it was just so small. It was such a tiny star, a little ball of light, the very sight of it warmed her spirit.
She was compelled to touch it, and as she extended her hand towards it, a warmth enveloped her fingertips. She felt her blood flow more freely, color returned to the plains around her, joy could find it's way into her heart, and she was able to see the beauty of the world again. It was then, that a text appeared in front of her. She didn't question where it came from, or how it appeared in front of her, but the words told her that everything was okay now.
You are filled, with DETERMINATION.
It was like coming out of a dream, or perhaps from a state of depression. Regardless, it felt very strange and unnerving. Now that she felt back to normal (or so she assumed), it seemed time to process her current situation. Her eyes surveyed the surrounding area, and she found herself gazing around a cavernous clearing. Light reflected off of the rocky walls and floor, just faint from some opening above her. She could feel herself hurt a lot, a feeling she assumed is what one would feel if they fell down a deep hole in a mountain. Well, and survive the ordeal that is.
Her survival instincts kick in, and she realizes that she should seek shelter, or at least some form of sanctuary. She would have a lot easier of a time making heads or tails of her circumstances if she had someplace to think clearly. Maybe rest under a warm hearth, or eat something relaxing and warm, or have a flower with a face, or have a soft bed.
Frisk blinked repeatedly, and her gaze returned to a spot in the center of the room. But sure enough, whether she actually was dead or just having a concussion, she was looking at a flower with a face, looking back at her. The petals were a pinkish shade, as if they were magnificently red once but have long lost their luster. The center was colored a shade between orange and yellow, but not quite the color of flame. Three black markings were on it as well, two where it's cheeks would be, and the other where his chin might. Aside form that, it was just a flower with a face and a smile, as eerie and or creepy and strange that sounded.
And of course, it spoke to her.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower." He greeted.
Okay, she wasn't having a concussion. She didn't have the imagination to come up with anything like this.
"Hmm... You're new to the Underground, aren'tcha?" He asked. "Well, worry not friend. I'll lend you a hand. Here, take these."
White pellets appear floating in the air, and gently fly towards Frisk. She watched as the little pellets floated towards her, as if carried to her by a gentle breeze. Eventually, they landed on her hand and she looked at the little pellets in her hand. She looked back at the flower, and he looked very insistent.
"Go on, eat them." Flowey insisted. "It will restore your health and stamina, and their also rich in vitamins and nutritional value."
Frisk felt uneasy just sticking foreign, unfamiliar objects into her mouth, let alone swallowing them. She usually red the nutrition facts on the packages from top to bottom before so much as opening them, but it wasn't like she expected things to go normal when she woke up in a cave. Bottoms up.
She sticks the half a dozen seeds into her mouth, and they were small enough to swallow. As she swallowed each of the little seeds/pellets, she felt a strong "umph" inside of her. Her aches were relieved, her fatigue reinvigorated, her drowsy feeling gone, and her energy completely returned to her. It was as if she were Popeye and had devoured some spinach, or had partaken in a Senzu Bean. She looked at the little flower, smiling happily.
"Uhm... thank you." Frisk says gratefully.
It was all still a lot to take in, but she was grateful towards Flowey. The flower nodded his head.
"You only need one for the effects to take in." He says. "But I gave you several so that you could get used to the texture and effects."
He turned his face to gesture towards an exit behind him.
"Follow me." He says. "I know it can be a lot to take in, but I'll help ya out in any way I can."
As he says that, he burrowed underground, disappearing without a trace. The only trace remaining was a small pile of dirt from where he was originally sprouted from. Frisk looks over at the entrance to some sort of Ruins, where she could see traces of age around the carved structures. A moment ago, adventuring would have been the last thing on her mind. But now, she really wanted to venture out into the unknown.
And so she skips over into the unknown, beginning her adventure under the world.
Part one of “CrimsonFade; Ruins” credit to Red Wolf on Undertale Amino
Prequel— https://team-crimsonfade.tumblr.com/post/174093439178/crimsonfade-prequel
Next part— https://team-crimsonfade.tumblr.com/post/179558905806/crimsonfade
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