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not quite wonderland||Undertale{F!Reader Insert}o3

“Give me that.”

“N-No! HEY!”, The small girl writhed as she had tried to take back the now taken phone.

The boy snickered as he was able to easily hold the phone away. Tear began to well in her eyes as she watched him sneer at the small flip phone, clicking the buttons and turning it in all directions. He sighed;

“This how you talk to your imaginary friends?”

“They aren’t imaginary! They’re real!”

“Sure they are. And so is Santa.” He teased, pushing her forehead with his pointed finger. She stumbled back at his slight force. “If they are real, then where are they, hm?”

“It’s underground, in the mountain!”

The three other kids behind the boy practically fell over laughing, “What are you stupid? There isn’t anything up there!”

“Was too! They gave me that phone to talk to them whenever I wanted!”

“Prove it.”

The phone shoved back into her hands, which trembled ever so lightly. Carefully her thumbs glided over the keypad. Coming to select a name, she placed the phone to her ear. Though only to hear the heartache of a dial tone. She swallowed hard, her eyes falling to her shoes.

“See. This is why you don’t have any friends. Only babies still have imaginary friends.” The boy snorted with his gang’s laughter behind him. He jerked the phone from her hands once more before slamming it onto the concrete of the school yard.

-

You were suddenly embraced, barely having time to see what or who it was who just wrapped themselves around you. Your chin lay over their shoulder, your eyes fluttering and hands unsure of where to go.

“Oh I never thought I’d see you again-” the figure pulled back.

You were now able to see a woman before you, though she didn’t hold a face similar like yours. In fact, she was totally different. She had a muzzle, horns, claws, ebony eyes, floppy ears and soft...fur. Her dresswear was that of a long flowy purple dress. A sugary sweet scent falling into your senses as she pulled you into her.

“I mean, you’re not suppose to be here. You…” her enthused expression fell with one of sadness, “Do you remember me?”

“....”

You remained silent at her question. Though there was still that feeling of familiar, you still were uncertain. But you felt safe standing before her. Even giving the circumstances of having found this mystical place in a hole in the Earth after being thrown in by what looked like yourself, and now standing in front of a ‘monster’. You were taking everything surprisingly well, you thought. Maybe too well.

“No worries. It was to be expected, though your being here again is a surprise.” She gave a gentle smile, extending her hand towards you.

You looked down to her paw, and hesitantly took it. With a delicate grasp she lead you forward. Following behind her, your eyes were curious to the new surroundings. Flowers, leaves, small rivers, and several dark corridors.

The walk was quiet, the air seemed filled with stress and anxiety. So thick, one probably couldn’t cut it with a knife.

“Oh! Where are my manners, you may call me Toriel.”

Your lips fell into a crooked frown, “And you know who I am already…”

A comment that was meant to be only for your thoughts, but had managed to find it’s way out. You immediately went to cover your lips with the tips of your free hand. The woman stopped in her tracks, turning to give you a warm smile - though you could sense the hurt behind her eyes. You had attempted to began to spew apologies left and right, but she stopped you before you could.

“We have a lot to talk about Y/N, if you would like to hear that is.”

-

You sat in the large comfy reading chair next to the warm fire. You sat up, looking at the bookshelf and then to the entrance to the kitchen where Toriel had made herself quaint upon making you a snack. Which would consist of butterscotch pie. You think. She did ask a couple more times if there was something else if it would suffice.

She seemed sweet.

“Ah, here you go Y/N.” she had come to hand you the small plate with a single slice of butterscotch pie. “You did say you prefer-”

“It smells delicious Toriel, thank you.” You grinned taking the fork in hand.

She continued to smile fondly down to you as you took a bite of the pie. Your eyes widened slightly and to her discomfort, her’s did too. Concerned that it wasn’t to your standard, she simply began to panick.

“Oh no. Is it bad? I knew I should have got the other one!”

You choked, coughing slightly at her frenzy. Though once finally regaining composure you smile reassuringly, “No! Not at all. I guess, I didn’t remember how much of a great baker you were.”

The woman seemed to beam as she took a seat next to you. She watched you carefully, you able to feel her eyes on you as you took another bite. Looking up with fork in your mouth, you could see the look of adoration on her features.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve grown! I mean look at you. I think everyone would be excited to see you.” Though a sullen expression soon washed over her.

“But my memories…”

You had finished her thoughts. It would be a let down for most you were sure. But they way she was, you were curious if you had been close to her. And if there were more.

“What did I do when I was here last? Or I mean, what was I doing here?”

You had managed to break the silence, Toriel’s ears lifted forward curiously but a kind smile crossed her lips once more. Almost as if she were proud.

“You saved us of course. You were a hero to most and a dear friend. We loved you-”

“We?”

Toriel leaned back in her chair, “You were the first human to show mercy to us monsters. And you had even been able to save the King and his kingdom. Though it was many years ago now, we still remember you very fondly.” Standing to her feet, she took your empty plate from you allowing yourself to brush the crumbs from your lips. “You’ve had a long day. You should get some rest. I have a spare room for you…If you’d like to stay.”

Assuming she had meant your tracking back to the surface, you did feel tired and you figured there was no way back to get out. You stood to your feet and stretched;

“I could do with a power nap.” You grinned.

Toriel smiled, “I’ll wake you in a couple of hours.”

Making your way to the spare bedroom, you were hit with nostalgia. Of course, you didn’t remember why, but you had known you should. This place was once a happy thought for you. It was warm and welcoming, a home surely filled with love.

Opening the door, you began to take off your boots and scarf, and placing them beside the bed. Glancing around the room, you took notice of the small children’s toys, extra blankets, pictures, and clothes. Walking to the desk you could see a small notebook. Sitting down you, began to flip through it:

Day one - ‘Toriel is nice. I like her. But I want to go home. I asked if I was stuck down here. Would she be my new mommy? There are other kid’s stuff in this room. I wonder who it belongs to. Flowey was scar but I’m sure he just needs a hug. Hugs are always nice. Toriel says I need to be more careful.’ Day two - ‘Toriel won’t let me in the basement. She said I’m not allowed to go down there. I found a pretty heart shaped necklace under my bed last night. Toriel says I can keep it but she looked sad. She made me butterscotch pie today! It was super yummy!’

Underneath the second entry you see a scribbled drawing of a shadow figure holding a knife? Your brows narrow as it didn’t look like the one you saw earlier. Your fingers traced over the words to see your youngerself’s name etched in with a smiley face beside it.

A yawn left you. You decided to place your head down for a small nap. You had thought you’d wake up at home. Having had a weird dream from all of the stress of school.

Everything would go back to normal.

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not quite wonderland||Undertale{F!Reader Insert}o2

“I won’t remember you?”

“...”

“But, what if I want to remember! I don’t want to go back!”

A small girl shouted, giant tears forming in her eyes; her brow furrowed, and nearly biting her bottom lip to the point of drawing blood. Her head fell down to stare at the spaces between her shoes, seeing the droplets from her watery hues fall heavily to the ground. Her petite body shook, nerves getting the better of her. Her hand was quick to fly to the middle of her chest, her fingers clenching together gripping to the fabric of her shirt. Holding tightly to the heart-shaped locket the hung loosely around her neck.

The warmth under her clenched fist began to fade in and out, the spell cast soon to die out; that of which exposed her soul. It was already happening and nothing to be done to stop it. She was soon overcome by the feeling of loneliness once more; she would no longer have the friends she had made, but to return to a life where she felt different from those around her. Taunted and teased for reasons she did not yet know or would care to. Why be in that world? She wanted to be in this one.

“Look, kid-”

“I’m not a kid! Don’t talk to me like you’d understand. You’ve probably all been wanting me gone since the beginning.” she sniffled.

“In the beginning sure, but you know as well as I do, that’s not true.”

“So… You’ll come and see me right?”

“Duh.”

“I’ll be able to show what my stars look like!”

-

Your eyes slowly open, a sweet but subtle scent having caught your senses. Your vision was blurred before you, unable to make any shape or form around the dark that now sheltered you. Pushing yourself up you sat straight up to look around. You lay on a single patch of soft yellow flowers. Your hand instinctively going to grab your head;

“Ow…” a groggy groan left you.

Coming to stand to your feet, you felt wobbly as if your legs were noodles. Keeping your ground, you glanced up shielding your eyes from the only light to be cast a perfect circle into the pit. From below it hadn’t looked like a long fall, but you could swear otherwise. Luckily nothing had been broken, or maybe just surprising enough.

“Oh geeze. How am I supposed to get back up there!”

The figure from before flashed through your mind. Maybe it was better you were down there? Or maybe it had wanted you to be. You were frightened to leave the light. What waited in the darkness for you? Would she be there? Then again, you couldn’t just stand around and ‘hope’ that someone would come to her rescue.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to venture into the darkness. Though it felt cold and was dark, for the moment, you felt far from discouraged. In fact, you felt as if something was pulling you forward. Curious by nature had always been a downfall of yours. Getting you into most of your troubles that life brought a long.

Managing to feel yourself along what seemed to be a tunnel, you could see the silhouette of a beautiful stone door. Grabbing hold of the columns, you rounded into the door to find yet another dark room. You’d give anything for a flashlight. Voices echoes off in the distance;

“Hello there! I’m Flowey”

“Hi…”

“Don’t be shy! I bet you have all kinds of questions. It’s been a long time since a human’s fell into these caves.”

“...”

“What’s your name?”

“...Y/N.”

You folded your arms over your chest with the small draft behind you. Your eyes had widened slightly at the sound of your name. You couldn’t make out the voice, though you feared it was your own. But how could that be possible? Have you ever met a ‘Flowey’? You continued forward, with still no particular sign to venture. The heat in your ears from the fear and anxiety crawling through your veins provided little warmth.

A small hill came to your path, seeming to lead towards another door. Just where were you going? When were their ruins just behind your neighborhood? Surely you’d remember this, right? You questioned your motives for continuing forward, through that small voice in the back of your mind had made you feel like it was where you were suppose to be going;

“What am I doing?” you sighed, arms falling to your sides with a small slump in your posture.

The voices continued, “Ow! That hurt!”

“Foolish girl!” the once happy voice of Flowey had turned malicious, “Who could pass up an opportunity like this! HAH! So weak and vulnerable! This will be fun!”

“But what did I do to you!?”

“EVERYTHING! DIE!”

You jumped having been startled by the shouting. You were soon able to make it to the bottom of the hill, quite proud of yourself for having kept your balance along the steep side, the door now presented itself to you. But it was closed?

-

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The thudding of your head gently hitting against the stone door. You sat down in front of it, legs stretched out in a hopeless manner. You had contemplated just how long you had been down there. What felt like hours, you wondered if anyone was looking for you. You sighed, bringing your hand up weakly, you extended your pointer and middle finger knuckles to gently tap against the stone.

“Knock knock…” your voice monotoned.

Though no answer rang back. You wondered if you really wanted something to answer back. The idea both made you excited and worried. What was on the other side? Why was it locked? You mind drifted before a muffled tap caught your attention. Your eyes shot open, the stillness of the cavern fully sinking in. You cleared your throat and waited moment. And just so, another knock came through;

You stuttered, “W-Who’s...there?”

Another moment passed and the silence was present once more. You turned over on your hands and knees, seeking if you could see through the crack in the doorway. Nothing but darkness.

Leaning forward you spoke directly to the crack, “Who’s there?” your voice was filled with determination for an answer.

“Why did the skeleton want...to make friends?”

Oh!

The voice was ever so gentle, timid almost. Yet it seemed to be warm and kind. A female’s voice for sure. You felt filled with enthusiasm, you positioned yourself to sit up on your knees. Still hunched over you clenched your fists together, though in thinking of the question your mind went amiss. Your eyes fluttered with uncertainty, placing a finger to your lips for thought.

A sudden jolt to the back of your head caused you to wince and grind your teeth as one of your hands went to grab the throbbing pain.

“What are you doing my child?”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a journal, one you shouldn’t be peeking in. Your curiosity knows no bounds do it?”

“Heh, I like this one!”

“Because…She was feeling...Bonely?”

You questioned where you had thought of such a terrible pun having sworn to have never heard it before. The pain in the back of your head subsided and there the silence was again. Waiting anxiously, your hands fell to your lap locking your arms in place.

Nothing.

A defeated sigh left you, heavily pushing yourself up and dusting off your knees and bottom. A small light hearted giggle left you recalling one of your dreams. You clapped your hands together quietly;

“What about, open sesame?”

The ground shook beneath you with a loud rumble echoing through the cave. You become defensive, stepping back someone until your attention is placed on the door before you. As the rumble came to a still, the doors had began to open!

“Is it you, m-my child?”

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not quite wonderland||Undertale{F!Reader Insert}o1

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of a pencil gently hitting against the top of your desk echoed to your mind; ignoring the rambling going on around you. It was the beginning of your Senior year. There was a lot on your mind. Between choosing college and making sure you could keep up your grades between extra curricular activities only added to your anxiety.

A yawn brushed past your lips, muffling it against the palm of your hand as it leaned on your desk. You constant tapping having came to a stop. You were, bothered. To put it delicately of course. It wasn’t just the long check list going through your mind, but it was in the air. Well, maybe it was only to you. Everyone else seemed to be content, or as much as they could. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep?

You felt a firm smack against your shoulder, causing you to grunt into your hand as you turned to see your best friend giving you a goofy grin;

“Oh don’t tell me Senioritis already got to ya and it’s only the second week, Y/N!” she giggled.

You snorted, “I’ve had Senioritis since, like Freshman year.” you laughed slightly as you adjusted yourself in your seat.

“It’s because you’re too smart. You get bored too easily because you know everything already-” your bubbly friend had began to praise you.

“Uhm, no. It’s because I study. You know if you studied~…”

She let out a long groan, sinking in her seat dramatically at your tune, “I know, I know.BUT, that’s why we’re friends. You get the grades, I get the grades.”

You gasped feigning some sort of false betrayal, “I had no idea!”

The two of you had been friends ever since middle school. When you were younger, you were bullied a lot - not for anything in particular, like always, but you always had seen the world in a different light. Your imagination always seeming to take hold of you; get you in trouble, distracting, exciting. She was one of the few people who encouraged you and stood up for you. Ever since that day in art class you were practically inseparable.

“What are you going to do without me?”

“UGH I still have a whole year to think about it! Stop reminding me Y/N!” she snickered.

-

The bell sounded, rallying in the stragglers and teacher ushering them in behind. English class had always been a favorite. You loved writing and reading; a lovely combination of both. Then again, you were always doted and envied on for your creativity. You had a natural talent it would seem. But you were modest and always denied the fact. You had thought about becoming an author of sorts. Or even a graphic designer.

Gathering your bag, you threw it over your shoulder. Other students brushed past to escape the room to run down the hall to their next class. Your friend, stayed behind with you as she always did. She became curious of your doodles, grabbing one with a smile on her face;

“Who’s this?”

She inquired turning the paper back to you. Your eyes fluttered staring at the drawings. The English teacher had assigned the ‘year’ project to write a story. Lucky for you, you already had something in mind. Something you had been thinking about for the last couple of weeks. A line of strange dreams kept you up. But, not nightmares, no. They felt too, familiar.

“Uhm, I don’t have a name yet. I like to come up with bodies first, you know that.” she grabbed the paper from her had, “It’ll come to me. I’ve been seeing them in my dreams.” you shrugged as you both began to leave the room.

“Huh, you been drinking apple juice before bed again?” she teased.

“How did you know?!” you gasped again before chuckling. “You know they say what you eat and drink before bed affects your sleep, dreams included.”

You brushed your hair behind your ears, glancing at your drawing as you waiting for you friend beside her locker. She had began to ramble on as she always did, but your mind focused on the characters you had drawn out. That feeling of familiarity washed over you once again. Your brows narrowed together;

“Have you tried everything?”

“Yes!”

“Everything?”

“OH! Open sesame!”

“….”

“….”

“Come on kid. I have an idea.”

“Yo! Y/N, you listening to me?” your friend’s hand came across your cheek suddenly causing you to spazz out in a moment.

Regaining your composure, you took a deep breath giving her a deathly glare, “I WASthinking…”

“You want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, tucking the drawing in your pack. There wasn’t anything to talk about. Nothing that wouldn’t just be taken as your mind getting the better of you again. That’s all your mother would like to hear again.

-

The day went as normal as normal could be. A headache had soon filled your skull with a throbbing pain. You pinched the bridge between your eyes as you walked home. The fresh Fall air was crisp and felt refreshing against your skin. You shuddered and continued on your way home, passing homes and driving by cars.

You hummed to yourself getting closer to your home, though your curiosity would get the better of you. Passing past all the picket white fences, a trail appeared. One that stated ‘no trespassing’; chained off and a worn sign, was your only obstacle to the shady woodlands.

You use to play in the woods as a child, but with recent sinkholes appearing it became a neighborhood hazard. Apparently from the underground caverns and rivers. You could have sworn there use to be a mountain off in the distance.

“HUMAN!”

“!!”

“He gets excited-”

“I SHALL DEFEAT YOU!”

“Wait-”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

“She’s not a human.”

“WAIT really?”

“Can’t you tell?

“I’m not?”

Another throb came to shoot up the back of your head. You grit your teeth before it passed. Lifting the chains, you passed under the sign. Your heart seemed to stop as your crept further into the woods.

It was eerily quiet, only being able to hear the heels of your boots scuffle against the debris. There was no critters, no bugs, no twigs snapping. Nothing. Even when looking behind you, regret had slowly began to sank in as you saw the same darkness that was in front of you now fell in behind. You swallowed the lump in your throat, stopping for a moment.

Everything had told you to turn back, but that same familiar feeling - a feeling of ‘I’ve been here before’ gave it a sense of innocence. It was the only thing pushing you.

These dreams you had been having, they reminded you of your childhood, it felt like it actually happened. That world, those people, what happened - why did it feel like that? Dreams were only dreams, right?

You continued to question your actions, but before long came to a halt. What looked like a bottomless pit was placed before the toes of your boots. It looked like it was endless. You knelt forward, grabbing a pebble by your feet and tossing it into the darkness. Listening closely, you never heard anything hit the bottom.

Closing your eyes, you stood to turn on your heels, “I came all this way for a hole in the ground-” feeling a sudden chill in the air caused your eyes to shoot open.

A shadowy figure stood before you, the darkness seeming to spill from them. You held your breath watching them carefully. There was nowhere for you to run, nowhere to hide. Better yet, what exactly was standing in front of you. Who, was it?

Just as you took a breath, the creature appeared right in front of you; it’s nose practically touching your own. A rattling noise seemed to echo from it, and soon an arm shot out of it’s darkness gripping the collar around your jacket. You let out a small yelp, instinctively grabbing around its wrist. Your eyes widened, watching a figure emerge from it’s pitch black cocoon.

A cynical snicker echoed from the body emerging from the darkness, soon turned into a cackle as it flashed it’s face to you. You felt your heart stop and all of the color drain from your face. This - this was a nightmare right?

“What���s wrong? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.” it purred.

No words could leave you, no air seemed to fill your lungs as you could feel yourself being pushed back, unable to swallow. Unable to breath. The pain in your head spiked. The face that leered at you, was in fact your own. Though, there were subtle differences; pitch black eyes, paper-white skin, hair in a frazzle covering half of her face, and a sinister grin.

You soon began to struggle, trying to tear yourself away from well, yourself. But all would fail when you felt the Earth below you disappear. Able to glance down, you saw the endless pit now beneath you. And as if in slow motion, your shadow self let you go. You free fell watching the figure laugh hysterically before being consumed by the shadow once again.

Soon you too succumb to the darkness.