The young human opened their eyes and approached the box. "What is it?"
"It's an inter-dimensional box," Flowey informed them. "Anything you put in it will appear in a similar chest down the road. So, if you want to save anything that you don't want getting ruined, you can put it in here."
"Oh! Okay." Frisk felt around the front of the chest for a few moments before opening it. Within the box was a pair of gloves. Frisk picked up the warm, thick things. They were tough gloves, indeed. No matter what their use, they covered Frisk's hands and kept out the cold. Frisk put down the slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie.
"Frisk, before I forget: don't tell them," Flowey stated.
"Tell them what?" Frisk closed the chest.
"Tell them that you... don't have senses like them," Flowey elaborated. "They'll take anything they can get from you, you know that."
Frisk nodded. "They'll find out sooner or later. But I guess... I guess not telling them would be best. I'm just afraid that maybe... what are these puzzles going to be like?"
"I don't know. We'll just have to find out. Come on. Let's keep moving," Flowey encouraged with a small smile.
Frisk smiled and got up. "Y-yes. I wonder what the first puzzle's going to be like."
The two hadn't even taken a turn through the woods when a monster blocked their way. Snowdrake fluttered forth!
Frisk's soul appeared before them. Their eyes grew wide. The creature before them was a bit larger than them. Although it's head and body was shaped like an odd snowflake, their dark eyes and wicked beak were nothing like the playful crystals that fluttered in the wind.
"Snowdrake- Attack 12, Defense 7. HP 72. This teen comedian fights to keep a captive audience."
"Ice puns are 'snow' problem!" Snowdrake boasted, though his voice wavered. Frisk chuckled in a weak, if encouraging, manner. Snowdrake rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh whatever. Pity laughs. God my father was right."
Snowdrake about stalked off when Frisk called them back, "Hello? Snowdrake?"
Snowdrake turned toward them. "What?"
"Um... you're starting off well," Frisk complimented. "But, uh... maybe try for more complex jokes rather than just ice and snow. Um... like... questions! How do you get a one-armed guy out of a tree?"
Snowdrake hesitated. "...how?"
"You wave!" Frisk chuckled.
Snowdrake snorted and rolled his eyes, though a faint smile dressed his wicked beak. "Yeah, yeah. Cute joke. Not good, but alright. I have a much better one, though."
"Oh?" Frisk prompted.
"How many monsters does it take to build a snowman?"
"Um... how many?"
"Three! One to freeze the guy and another to cover him with snow!" Snowdrake chuckled and sat down on a stray log.
Frisk laughed, though the joke did not settle well with them. "Nice! Why didn't the gardener plant any flowers?" Frisk, too, sat down- though this time on a rock.
"Why?" the teen comedian prompted.
"Because he hadn't botany!" This caused them both to laugh. Flowey rolled his eyes.
The two of them threw jokes at each other for a good hour. Each joke was worse than the last, as Flowey claimed. Chara, smiling, suggested jokes when Frisk ran out. However, no game, no matter how fun, can last forever. Snowdrake sighed and got up. "Well, I better get back to father before he blows a gasket. I'll see you later...?"
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Fallen Under
FanfictionFallen Under is a full-length fan-novel of the game 'Undertale' set in 'Underfell'. This work will not have anything sexually explicit, though there is a (major) gore warning. It is light of heart, but some dark themes including suicide, abuse, and...