You wanted to get away, to be free from the hardships of watching people be happy with themselves every single day. It wasn't fair that you had to suffer by yourself.

You decided that if no one cared or payed attention to you, why not just get rid of yourself for them? After all, you had nobody. No parents to give you the love you desired, no siblings to spill your secrets to in a time of crisis, no friends to make you laugh. Just you, your dark and tormented thoughts, and a day to keep you going.

Now standing at this huge hole, you can't help but give a bitter smile. This is where it'll end. Everything you hate about yourself, the days won't run together anymore and you'll be free.

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You sit up with a sharp gasp, scanning over the area with your blurry vision. A hand goes to your mouth when you feel a sharp stinging pain on your lower lip. You touch your lip, looking down at your fingers to see blood. You quickly wipe away the blood with the back of your hand, not wanting to look at it.

You were supposed to die from the fall, not live from it. Guess the world wants to torture you just a little more. Why not? Couldn't hurt.

You look up at the huge hole you jumped down, the sun pouring down at you. It hurt your eyes to look up, so you tip your head back down and rub your palms over your eyelids.

Once your vision had cleared enough, you stand from the patch of wilted flowers and leave the scene. You get a pretty good ways before your legs buckle and you hit the cold stone floor for the second time, hanging your head in shame.

"Well golly! That looked like it hurt..."

Your head snaps up, alarmed at the sudden voice that echoed through the caves walls. When you spot a bright yellow flower smiling at you, a scream passes your lips and you back away. He gives a fake frown, immediately smiling after.

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower." He gives a cheerful wink.

You notice right away it was all an act. This flower wasn't happy at all. He was slowly suffering; using the word joyful to an extent. You knew that feeling all too well.

Taking in his small appearance, there wasn't much to look at. His pedals were a bright yellow, except the tips which were brown and chipping off. Around his stem, stitches were intertwined within his leaves and going into the ground, almost like a root.

You realize he meant no harm and crawl over to him, getting a better look at his unnecessary stitches. He lets you look, his face falling into a pained expression.

"W-why do you have stitches? They look really painful." You tilt your head, waiting for an answer.

"Most monsters down here have stitches. It's our thing, I guess. We stitch up the parts we hate, despise, loath about ourselves. I hate myself so that's why I have stitches on my stem. Only a few monsters down here don't have stitches because they're pleased with themselves." He gives you one last fake smiles and retreats underground.

You sigh, feeling bad for the little guy. He looked so broken and didn't even know it. You try standing a second time, successfully getting onto your feet without any problems. You walk forward only to stop in your tracks.

"We don't fight back, either." You here Flowey speak up behind you.

When you crane your head back to look back him, no one was there. Just a patch of bright green grass in his place. Your lips purse, eyes gleaming with pity.

You thought you had it rough. It seems like the monsters down here have worse than you do if they won't even fight. You weren't going to hurt anyone, but if you did, they wouldn't defend themselves?

"I-I'm sorry." You whisper before turning back and continuing on your way.

It wasn't fair for humans to trap the monsters down here. Now they're suffering while humans live on the surface, a chance on getting better. These poor souls can't even escape this death trap they call home. It terrifies you to know you may never escape yourself. But in all honesty, you were probably better down here then on the surface with the humans race.

The monsters could possibly have just a little more compassion then humans do.

It's only a matter of time before you'll find out everyone's flaws about themselves; the things that they despise.

Maybe you'll get some stitches yourself... just to make it even.

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Welcome to my AU called Understitch!