When I fell down the hole, it didn't scare me. It merely reminded me of Alice. A little girl who fell down a hole landing in a place of insanity, then merely faced it with a stomach of bravery. But what good is bravery if you can't use it in the face of fear? That's why I don't fear.

Gravity pulled me down the hundreds of feet. My hair, born with the color of fire, rose around my pale face and dull blue eyes. A rarity really, having red hair and blue eyes, but it only entertained amusement a few moments at most. My sweater was loose, the plain white and black wool floating inches above my skin.

Before long, my back fell against golden flowers, pollen clouding the air above me for a long moment. I looked up to the place from which I fell. The silhouettes of the children that pushed me down here all stood there, crammed together to look at me. One of them, a small anxious looking monster child that looked like an oversized mouse with green fur and large brown eyes, chattered nervously about something I couldn't hear through the distance.

I sat still for a long time, watching as the children left, one by one, until the last one, the mouse-looking girl, scurried away. I sat up slowly and looked around me. The space was dark and unrecognizable, except for the bed of yellow flowers and the pillars lying at the edge of the light. A faint path led away from the warm sunlight, clearly a dangerous one, but it was clearly the only path there.

I stood without a sound and brushed the flower debris from my clothing. My hair was littered with golden petals. The shorts I was wearing were seemingly untouched by the fall, my sweater covering the most of them. After evaluating I was fine, I followed the dimly lit path to an ominous-looking arch. In the room beyond, I found another circle of sun, feeding an area of grass its needed amount of light.

A vine curled from its center, petals appearing and then taking the form of a flower. Its petals opened, the flower nearly identical the ones in the bed of flowers I fell in, had it not been for this one's grim, cold eyes.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower." It said, looking at me expectantly. "Welcome to the Underground."

"I know." I said curtly, looking past the flower at another archway.

The blossom didn't speak again until I moved to walk around it. "O-Oh, well how about I help you then! Lead you! What's your name?"

"My name is Cherry." I paused, looking at the flower. "The monsters left the Underground years ago. Any monster still here, chose to be here. I'll be fine."

Flowey's grin turned into an evil grimace as his vines entangled my ankles. Color drained from our surroundings, leaving only me and the daisy visible.

"Don't you know how rude you're being?" He snarled. "Show me your soul. You won't be getting away without a fight."

My head fell to its side, it often did when I didn't understand. "Show you my soul?" I asked.

Flowey cackled at my muse. "Yes, or will I have to take it out for you."

A vine snaked into my sweater, pressing against my back directly above my heart. My entire body rocked as a pulse ripped through my body. A white mist appeared in front of me, the outline of a heart forming. Flowey gasped, repeating the pulse through my body.

"Where is it?!" He growled.

"My soul?" I asked.

"Of course! Where is it?"

I smiled at him, attempting to smooth his panic. "It's okay. No one's ever found my soul. I don't think I have one."

The blossom froze and looked at me. "You don't have a soul?" Flowey said softly.

I shook my head and stood still as he processed the information. I felt the vines fall away from me as the flower dropped, its expression falling as well. "Go..." He said in a hushed tone.

I walked away, not really considering the possibilities of if I had stayed. I continued to walk through the halls until I found a well lit room. As I looked over the span of it, there was a plain of metal spikes, surrounded by a moat of water. Not wanting to risk damage by the spikes, I pulled up my boots and jumped into the knee deep water, pulling myself back up on to the opposing platform.

As I walked the lit halls of what I assumed to be the ruins, I found solved puzzle after solved puzzle. After the monsters had released themselves from the Underground, schools added studies of the Underground to the curriculum. I understood most of where I was, and understood the surplus of puzzles. The only time I felt remotely confused was finding a web full of spiders and a tip jar. I left a nickel, from my pocket, in the jar.

Most of the ruins were the same repeated things, solved puzzles or rubble. After a few hours of exploring the underground, I found a house. The front was decorated with bushes of yellow flowers. I jiggled the doorknob, finding it locked, but I heard no movement on the other side of the door. I kicked the door and it fell easily, probably left to rot over the years.

The house was furnished comfortably. It seemed to be a family home, but any possession smaller than a vase was gone. The fireplace had long since been cleaned. The fridge was empty and the rooms as well. There was white fur wedged into the handle of a sink faucet.

As I opened the first room to the right of the front door, I found two identical twin beds. The mattress were the only things remaining on the beds, but a few drawings still remained on the wall. All were crayon drawings on plain copy paper, but they held the wonder of a child. Many were of two people, one, a white-furred goat child wearing a yellow and green sweater, and the other, a human child wearing a matching sweater. It was amusing to see a common theme of children in the underground wearing sweaters.

When I turned to leave, a metal clink caused me to look down. My boot had landed on the top of a knife, the blade gleaming with misuse. I took the blade and placed it under my waistband. The blade was covered by a layer of my sweater, so as to not to get cut.

I finished looking through the top floor and turned to explore the basement. As I descended the staircase, the lighting seemed to dim. The basement was merely an extended corridor, leading to a door. Looking at the door, planks laid haphazardly around. It looked to be that the door was to be put out of commission, the project later abandoned. I looked up at the large doors and pushed them open.

A gust of cold air pushed against the doors as I opened them, leaving me to a sigh of chilled relief. Again, I found a slew of finished puzzles. As I walked, I found a paper lying in the middle of the pond. It was a Jumble. I folded the page and put it in my back pocket.

It wasn't long before I saw the distant glow of a town on the horizon of my vision. Warm yellow light called my legs to move faster towards their warmth. I ran to the village, suddenly realizing as cold took my limbs hostage.

I wobbled to the first building, a shop and inn. At the desk stood a cheerful looking Rabbit person with her child. She welcomed me with a warm grin and perkily said, "Welcome traveler, to Snowdin Inn. We have an excellent deal going on now, only 40 gold a night!"

I looked at the innkeeper and felt around my pockets for any money. "Um, I fell down here. All I have is a quarter and three pennies. Can I start a tab?" I asked.

The innkeeper looked at my money and shook her head. "Sorry sweetie, no deal."

"Can I stay in the lobby until I thaw?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Go to Grillby's for that."

I nodded mutely and led the inn feeling nothing but annoyance. My blue orbs scanned the landscape until settling on a lit sign saying Grillby's. I walked as fast as I could, slipping into the restaurant and sitting at a chair in the corner of the room. Behind the bar stood a man of flame serving drinks and food like it was as easy as breathing. My frigid limbs shook at the sudden change of temperature.

I focused on a small spot on the floor to avoid eye contact as I warmed up. Slowly I fell into a sleep like trance, but my eyes remained open. It wasn't until a pure ball of light waved in front of my face that I acknowledged my surroundings. Above me stood the man of fire, his glasses slipping down his flamed figure.

"I apologize young lady, but you are taking up a seat we'll be using for paying customers, so will you be ordering or not." He said curtly.

I smiled politely and stood from my seat. "Can't afford to buy anything. Just came in to thaw."

My stomach released a noise that sounded like a werewolf roar. The fiery man laughed then gestured for me to follow him.

"We'll start a tab." He said.

I didn't object to his proposition. I was hungry after all, so this shouldn't be a problem. The bartender placed a plate in front of me and went back to his work. I looked at the food a moment and took it in hand. It was a burger and steak fries. I took a bite of the burger and soon enough finished it. The bartender laughed at my speed and placed a check in front of me.

"Put your name here and I'll document it for your tab." He instructed.

I scrawled my name, Cherry Saken, on to the bill and gave it back to the man. As I left, he called my name, "Cherry!"

I turned swiftly and raised a brow at him. "Yes?"

"My name is Grillby. Until I see you again."

"Goodbye Grillby." I smiled politely to punctuate my statement and moved on.

As the chilled air kissed my bare skin once again, I quickly looked for another place to stay. As I walked, I found a house with two mailboxes, one filled beyond its capabilities, the other empty. I looked in the house and found nothing but a couch. The door was locked, but I spotted a balcony on the second floor. Climbing the pillars of the porch, then slowly crawling the length of the roof, I jumped to the edge of the balcony and looked at the glass door. It was unlocked, lucky for me.

I opened the door and entered an awful smelling room. Though the room was empty of objects other than a bed mattress, the stained carpet was evidence of many previous messes. I quickly found the door and escaped into the hallway. The house way empty. Two bedrooms, a couch, and an empty kitchen. As I walked down the stairs, I looked across the carpet to see a sock covered in notes. I read them all, laughing to the idiocy of the situation. I picked up the sock and threw it in a waste bin under the larger of the two kitchen sinks. There I found an old towel that smelled of old soap. I took the towel and laid down on the couch, the towel folded under my head to cushion my sleep.
___________________________ ______________________________________________________
P.o.V. Grillby
I dialed Papyrus's number and waited as the phone rung. I was greeted by his voicemail and I sighed. The tone rang and I began to speak.

"Hey Sans, Papyrus. I know it's been a while since you've been out, but I think you'd like to know, there's a new human in your house, her name is Cherry. You should check her out. There's something... odd... about her."