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*Hello, Hello! Welcome to the first story that I will be posting on this site. I'm so excited that I am finally ready to begin this series that I decided to do an upload today as well as this weekend, but first, there are a couple disclaimers: *

First: This is a fanfiction written as a request/birthday present for a close friend of mine (He's the one who got me into writing again, so thanks CJ!) about the amazingly awesome game Undertale with some original characters written in, including his and my fursonas. Second: I do not own any rights to Undertale, it's characters, it's plots, blah blah blah legal stuff. It's owned by Toby Fox; check it out, the game is amazing. Third: This story may contain spoilers to certain parts of the game. Please, if you have not played it, and you intend to play it at some point soon, do that first.

Now that that's taken care of, I present to you the prologue to, "An Unknown Under Tale."

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Water was the only faint sound that could be heard echoing off the walls of the cavernous room. Weak light filtered in from above, catching the droplets in a prism of color as they fell from the stalactites hanging on the ceiling to the rocky floor below. In the center of the room, beneath the projected cone of sunlight, a small young boy rested among a small stretch of flowers. The child, no more than five years old, had smooth skin that was dark blue in the back and wavered lighter and lighter until it reached the front face of his body where it turned bleach white. There was a large fin that spiked from the back of his head and a short, finned tail protruding just above the back of his waist. He wore a large black T-shirt that was far too big for him, covering him like a nightgown.

Sitting upright on his bed of golden blossoms, he squinted into the darkness beyond him.

"Where am I?" he thought to himself. He looked around the cavern and began making out rocky outcroppings along the perimeter of the room, shadows seeming to move within the peripherals of his mossy-green eyes. He shivered slightly and held a clawed hand over his head as he looked above to the source of light. "Did I fall down?"

The question seemed to be answered as he tried to stand. He cried out in pain as his left leg buckled underneath him and a dark purple bruise was made visible all along his ankle. He carefully shifted his leg in front of him and desperately began looking around for some sign of life.

"Hello!" he cried out, "Is anyone here?"

There was no answer.

"Can anyone hear me!?"

Still no one called back.

The boy continued crying out for help. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked down in defeat. Hoarse and tired, tears brimming on the edge of his dark eyes, when finally he heard the faintest of noises.

"Hello?" it called out, "Is anyone there?" The voice was soft, and seemed far away.

He jolted his head up, "Yes! I'm over here!" he called out as loud as possible. His large mouth broke into a smile of hundreds of razor-like teeth as he made out the dark outline of a person moving towards him from the far end of the room. The shadow grew closer as he made out the distinct tone of a woman's voice.

"Oh!" it exclaimed as it caught sight of the small figure before her, "You poor thing!" She made her way closer, but as the first of her features entered the lit part of the room, the boys smile faded.

Expecting to see someone that looked more like him, he gasped in horror as he discovered the womanly voice belonged to a large person covered in white fur. She had floppy ears that hung by her neck and long, curved horns that drew back from her head. As she approached the long purple robe she wore kicked about at her feet, a strange symbol of three triangles, a circle and what appeared to be wings stitched into the center.

"No!" the boy cried out in terror. "Stay away from me!"

The goat woman appeared hurt, but faltered only for a moment. "I'm not going to hurt you, young one," she spoke softly, reaching a hand out in front of her.

The boy flinched backward and slammed his eyes shut as he braced for the worst. To his surprise however, the woman's large, furry arms wrapped around him, bringing him close to her bosom. The heat from her fur radiated into him, and his tension slowly faded away as he found himself leaning into her embrace.

"There, there," she cooed, "Everything's going to be alright." After a moment, she retreated back to look the child in his narrow eyes. "Now then, where did you come from, little one?"

The child looked down at the ground again and merely pointed up to the shaft of light still falling around them.

"I see..." she replied, "I guess that would explain it. I don't normally see sharks out this far into the ruins." She chuckled softly to herself and then stopped as she caught a second take of the boys head. There were two small horns protruding from his scalp, and her eyes widened as she made out the small set of wings on the boys back.

"Especially a shark with dragon blood running through his veins," she thought to herself. Noticing that she had been unintentionally staring, she caught the wary eye of the child. Embarrassed, she laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Well, I suppose that doesn't matter right now," she continued, "What does matter is we need to get you cared for." She indicated towards the boys swelling ankle, and with only minimal resistance, scooped him into her arms.

The child wrapped his arms around her neck, afraid she may drop him, but soon settled into the rhythmic pattern of her walking. Finding he was quite tired from all the stress of what seemed like the last few hours, he yawned and rested his head against her breast.

The woman smiled down at him. "Child, you may call me Toriel," she introduced herself as she made her way out of the cavern and into a narrow corridor with purple bricked walls and lit by glowing stones all across the ceiling. "May I ask what your name is?"

The child closed his eyes and snuggled against her. "My name... is... CJ," he said before finally passing out in the arms of his rescuer.

*Meanwhile...*

"What am I going to do...?"

The young child sat huddled up on what appeared to be a clump of wet moss. He had dark charcoal fur that was matted down from being soaked in water, and he was sat with his legs pulled up to his chest, head hidden between his knees. The roar of a waterfall could be heard echoing throughout the caves he was in, and there was no light apart from a few scarcely placed crystals that glowed with an otherworldly purplish hue.

The boy shivered as water rained on him from an unknown source. He would have moved, but everywhere he had tried to venture the rain was a constant, and after stumbling around in the dark for a few hours, he just gave up and sat down in the spot he was in now.

He sniffed as he recalled the events that brought him here.

He had just gotten into a fight with his mother. She told him how she received a promotion at her job, but as a result they would have to move far away. He remembered how he pleaded with her not to take the job; that if they moved he would lose all his friends, and leave his school behind. His whole life would be ruined!

She wouldn't hear him out though; she merely told him that they would be moving soon, and that was that.

Devastated, he shouted at her. He called her a horrible mother, and when she tried to console him he told her that he wished he wasn't her son, than bolted out the door.

He ran and ran and ran, so far that he found himself halfway up the side of the mountain that bordered there village, and even then he kept running; but he hadn't been paying attention. He tripped on a large vine that was snaking across the entrance to this gaping hole in the side of the mountain, sending him plummeting head first into darkness.

When he fell down into the chasm, he landed in a great pool of murky water, and when he surfaced he found that his clothes had been torn to ribbons from underwater brambles; so now he found himself wet, naked and, save for the fireflies that would pass by every now and again, completely alone in this dark, underworld of a place.

In a futile attempt to comfort himself, he wrapped his soggy tail around his feet.

"Well, it can't get much worse, right?" he asked himself sullenly.

As if on cue his stomach began to growl, and the boy could contain his grief no longer. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the water pouring from above. He let loose a long howl into the darkness and wept.

"Mommy!" he cried intermittently through the waves of tears, "I'm sorry! I wanna go home!"

There was no answer; only the constant sound of water splashing around him and the roar of the waterfall. He put his snout back between his knees and the sound of sniffling resumed.

"Well, golly, you sure seem like you're in a pickle."

The boy picked his head up and looked around. He strained his ocean-blue eyes into the surrounding darkness.

"Who's there?" he called out.

The child jumped as a plant began sprouting up next to him. It curled up towards the ceiling and unfurled into a giant leaf, effectively covering him from the onslaught of rain. Feeling somewhat warmed for the first time in hours, he noticed the fireflies begin to flock around him, also seeking shelter from the rain it seemed.

The fireflies danced around him and then fluttered over to what appeared to be a normal looking golden flower. The boy looked at it with a puzzled expression, as he didn't remember seeing it there a moment ago.

Though, to his amazement, the flower began moving!

It slowly turned around to reveal what appeared to be a face in the flower's center. "Just someone who noticed you having a rough time," it responded, its voice chipper and very enthusiastic.

The child moved closer, eyes wide with amazement. He reached out a hand to stroke the flower by its leaves, but it ducked into the ground and disappeared.

"No!" he cried out, "Please don't leave me alone!" Frantically the boy began digging in the ground where the flower had been only moments before. He could feel the tears threatening to flow again when he heard a small sound from behind him.

"I won't leave you alone."

The boy turned around, mud dripping from his hands and wrists. The flower winked at him and smiled, and for the first time since he fell down into this dark place, the child felt joy welling up inside of him.

"Please," he started, "Do you know how to get out of here?"

The flower tilted to one side, a confused expression darting across his face.

"You know, back up to the surface," the boy continued.

The flower looked at him despondently. "No one can get to the surface from down here," the flower finally answered, "Unless you possess the power of a human soul." It looked the child over, noting the thick matted fur and tail and large, blue eyes of a wolf. "And human you most certainly are not."

The boy looked down to the ground in defeat. "So I'm stuck down here...?" The question was asked halfheartedly. Deep down he already knew the answer to the question, but it still felt good to say it out loud. Hearing the words voiced into the air somehow made the realization easier to bear.

"Hey now, don't be all down in the dumps," the flower started again, the energy returned to his voice and he swayed back and forth, smiling at the child. "You're not alone anymore right?"

The child, entertained by the sight of the wriggling plant couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"So, what's your name?" the flower asked. "If we're gonna be friends then I need to know what to call you."

The young wolf smiled. He liked the thought of being friends with the fun and energy filled plant. "I'm Sebastian," he replied.

"Sebastian..." the flower stalled for a moment, then began wriggling around once more. "Nice to meetcha, I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower"

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle at the name of his new friend, but he quickly regained his composure and sat cross-legged across from Flowey. Flowey's smile slowly creeped up the edge of his face.

"Well," the plant continued, "If you're gonna stay down in the Underground, someone better teach you how things work around here," it winked again and stuck its tongue out teasingly at Sebastian, "I guess little old me will have to do."

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*Oh the cameos are real! Hehehe! Well that's the prologue, I sure hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can guarantee a crazy adventure will come out of this so please stay tuned for the next Chapter. I also decided that, just as an extra bit to interact with you lovelies, I'm going to be posting a little QOTD with every uploaded story I write. Sometimes it is amazing what you contemplate while writing certain things, and I would like to hear what you guys think. *

For today: "When I was discussing with my friend about the way he wanted this story to go, and the path it would follow, I had a realization: Many of the "monsters" making up the world of UnderTale could in fact be considered furries by us. So in order to make heads or tails of how our characters would interact in this world, I asked him, 'What makes something a monster? Is it their appearance, their nature, their personality, their upbringing, where they live?' So that's today's question: What makes something a monster?"

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