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Taken Chapter 1, Page 1

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Flowey looked in the distance and saw a wierd monster he'd never seen before. It was a floating triangle cyclops talking to the skelebros. The brothers looked uncomfortable and left. Flowey decided to step in. He popped up in the skelebros place. "Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower! What's your name?" Flowey smiled, as genuinely as he could, which was actually pretty convincing. "The names Bill. Now I heard of an infinite power source around here and was wondering if I could get in on that. Ha, that was a joke, because there's no conceivable way for you to stop me from getting in on that." Flowey was a little confused. "Golly, you must be new here. Let me teach you how things work down here!" The battle screen appeared around them. Flowey trapped Bills soul in the battle box. "Patience, huh?" Bill looked confused and a little scared. "W-what is this?" Flowey grinned. "Your worst nightmare." Flowey surrounded Bills soul with friendliness pellets. He laughed as they closed in on his soul. Bill was still confused, but he could gather that the white pellets where going to harm him in someway. Suddenly, the friendliness pellets went up in flames. Blue flames. "NO." Flowey looked scared and confused, as Bill did. "You catch on quick, huh?" Flowey could sense Bills power. It definitely surpassed his. Not in Determination, but in attack. Then, he remembered. He still has the high ground on determination. He can't die. How could he forget that? Most of his fear went away. "Ha. How could I forget? You can't kill me. So, I'm assuming you want this 'infinite power' for whatever world you come from, right?" Flowey spared Bill. "Im also assuming that you want to cause some chaos with that power." Flowey showed his teeth when he said chaos. Bill spared Flowey. "... You'd fit in great with my band of freaks. Hey, how about we make a deal." Bills hand lit up in a blue flame when he said deal. Floweys face went into a grin. "I'm listening." The flame dissapeared as Bill started talking. "You show me to this infinite power source," Bill spun his cane. "And you do me a favor." Flowey thought. "What kind of favor are you talking about, cyclops?" Bill was a little annoyed by the nickname, but he ignored it. "I need you to get rid of some people for me. I want to take over my world, but there's some very persistent people in my way." Flowey thought back to the people who killed him. "Oh... I hate humans. Always messing with stuff that isn't their problem. Always so quit to jump to violence. I wish all humans would just die." Flowey started thinking out loud there. He didn't care though. Bill could see the hatred in his eyes. He could tell Flowey had a bad experience with humans. He was curious, but could figure that out later. He wasn't really good emotional stuff. "Look, bud, I don't got all day. Do we have a deal, or not?" Flowey snapped out of his memory and hatred. "Yeah, but we got a problem. I need more power. I need a soul. The infinite power your talking about is the human souls. You need seven to become a god. We only have six. The seventh kid is here, but there's no way to get their soul. And even if you did get it, you won't be able to use it. They have too much determination. Stickin' em in the DT extractor doesn't work either. They just make more." Flowey looked contemplative. "What about the monsters? Don't they have souls? Just take one of there's and let's get this over with." "Its not that simple. You can't take a monster soul, only boss monsters and I can't take theirs. Trust me, I tried. I can't kill Asgore, and Toriel... Shes annoying. Can't take hers... But... I have a plan." Flowey grinned devilishly.

Flowey killed Asgore, as normal. Yet, he didn't take the human souls. He had other plans...

Flowey popped up in the judgement hall. Bill was busy twirling his cane impatiently. The flower grinned. "Let's go." Bill liked how murderous he sounded. It was comforting to know that Flowey was serious. Bill had confidence that he could do this. Wether that confidence was misplaced, he would have to see. Bill opened a portal, that kinda looked like a save point, except it was a wierd mixture of colors. "Oh, and I have to carry you when we go through the portal in a pot." Bill summoned a flower pot filled with dirt into his hand. "What? EW!! NO! I'M NOT GOING IN THAT STUPID POT!!" Bill popped it out of existence. "Suit yourself." Bill raised Flowey out of the ground, his roots dangling from his stem, and surrounded him with blue magic. It was similar to what Sans used. Suddenly, he felt uneasy. Sans. The countless resets he caused and the countless times he used blue magic on him to lift him out of the ground and slam him against walls, or trees haunted him. He hated the feeling of blue magic. The memory of watching Chara fight Sans in the judgement hall surfaced as well. He remembered every time Sans used blue magic to slam Chara into a wall and raise bones that resulted in their death. It was terrifying to know the same person that beat Sans was about to come and kill them. Floweys first taste of real fear. Chara. Floweys face changed to Asriels and he was pretty scared. "Wha-NO! LET M-" Before he could finish his sentence, Bill had jumped through the portal with Flowey at his side. For a second or two, Flowey felt weird, like he was being brainwashed with colors. Then it stopped and he was there. He saw a small town surrounded by woods, and a clearing with a big house in the middle of it. That's what it looked like anyway. "Alright. A deals a deal. Go find those mortals and get rid of 'em. You got three days to get rid of as many as you can. I'll even give you a hint. Six of them are all in that shack in the clearing. But the shooting star is out in the woods. Alone." Flowey forgot about the fear of blue magic and grinned while thinking of a plan. Bill walked through a small portal that lead them to the ground. Bill set Flowey down and let him dig his roots into the ground. "Have fun!" Bill backed away into another portal which immediately closed behind him. "Oh. I will." Flowey dissapeared into the ground, leaving no trace of his arrival.

"Sans, Papyrus, come now." Sans glared Gaster down. He had been torturing them ever since Sans was born. Papyrus had already come to hate Gaster at three years old (today being his third birthday.) Sans was nine. "Hurry the fuck up already, I don't have time for this." He called, practically five seconds after he called the first time. "c'mon." Sans grabbed Papyrus' arm. Papyrus jerked his arm away from Sans touch and gave him a nasty look. "DON'T TOUSH ME!" His voice was loud and gravely from Gaster latest experiment on his neck. Papyrus got up from the floor and walked toward Gaster. Sans stood for a second, anger growing in him. He followed Papyrus up to the corner, and spyed on the two from there.

Papyrus had stopped halfway to Gaster and his "improved" operating table that had doubled in size and had cranks on all four courners. "Get on the table." Papyrus stood his ground with his hips on his shoulders. "NUH UH! I DON WANNA! IT HURTS!!" Gaster turned to look at him. Sans wanted to yell at him for saying that, but wanted more to protect him from the punishment he was about to receive for back talking. "What did you say?" Gasters smiled curled up with glee from the new torture ideas coming to mind. "I SAID, IT /HURTS/!! AND IT'S MA BIRFDAY, SO I SHOULDN'T HAVET'A DO ANYTHIN', AND YOU SHOULD GET ME A PWEASENT!" Sans knew what was coming to him, and he really didn't want to see it. "Is that so? Fine. I'll give you a present. Sans! Come!"

Sans walked out looking a little guilty for ease dropping. He stood next to Papyrus, reluctantly facing his father. "y-yes sir?" Gaster grinned at Papyrus, who looked like he might have been regretting his choice of words. "On the table, now." Gaster walked over to the table and tightened leather straps around Sans ankles, wrists, and neck. Papyrus was really regretting his words now. "Your present is that you can go second for today's test." Gaster grabbed a red glowing pill off his desk and held it up. "This," He held up the pill, "is LV 4. Open wide Sans." Sweat had accumulated across Sans skull while Gaster was tightening the leather straps and talking to Papyrus. He knew there was no point in arguing or fighting Gaster, so he cautiously opened his mouth and accepted the pill.

Once Sans swallowed the pill, he felt a surge of magic throughout his body and soul. He started to light up the room with the red magic coming from his body. Papyrus started to back up as Sans started to struggle against the magic. It felt like his own soul had turned against him and started to crack. Sans mind had been taken over by the magic, the only thing he could think of was killing. Fight, attack, kill, over and over in Sans head. Sans right arm broke the leather strap, quickly followed by his left. He scrambled at the leather strap on Sans neck, until seconds later, he was free. Papyrus backed against the wall, sweat pouring down his skull. "SANS...?" Sans turned sharpley toward Papyrus and lunged at him. Papyrus held his eyesockets shut as hard as he could until the white hot pain of a slash across his left eye hit him. Red magic oozed out of the wound like blood. Papyrus tumbled to the ground as Sans floated in the air, his soul held there by blue magic. Sans had newly grown daggers for teeth and sharp, red magic covered claws replaced his phalanges. Once Sans saw Gaster, several red sharp bones cut through the air toward him. Gaster, unable to block the attack, was struck right above his left eye. The bone dissapeared after hitting him, and knocking him out.

Frisk pulled the needle out of Toriel ears and put it back in again, attempting to repare her ripped ear. They had run out of white cloth, so they had to use bright orange. While they were making the repairs, someone had snuck into their room. They grabbed the Asriel doll and left without a sound. Frisk finished with Toriel ear and placed her back in the Doll House. When they went to grab Asriel, however he wasn't there. Frisk looked around their room in all the places they could think of, and a few places they didn't think he could get into, but there was no sign of him. Frisk thought of the only other place he could be: Chara's room.

Frisk stared at Chara's door. The door knob had scratches on it and the wood around he doorknob was cracked from repeated slams against the door frame. 'Go Away' and 'I'm busy' signs were all over the door making it very uninviting, but Frisk knew they would have to go in there to save that toy. Frisk balled their hand any was about to knock when they heard laughter coming from inside. Chara only laughed if someone, or someTHING was in pain (or if they pulled of a prank or a really bad joke.) Frisk listened more and heared cloth tearing apart. They might be too late... Frisk knocked on the door, a little panicked. "Chara?! Is Asriel in there? I was going to fix his shoulder, but I can't find him..." The laughter and tearing came to an abrupt stop at the sound of Frisks voice. Frisk heard a small chuckle before Chara responded. "Go away, Frisk! He's /my/ toy anyway, /not/ yours!! Go fix your own toys!" Frisk frowned as they heard more tearing and not as loud laughing. "Chara, I can hear yo-" the door swung open unexpectedly. "Hear me what?!" Chara stood in the doorway blocking the view inside. Despite their efforts, Frisk could still see fluff scattered around the floor. "Uh-" "Go. Away. Frisk. He isn't here." Frisk frowned again and looked down at the floor. They turned to leave and took once final glance at Chara. They were smiling and had one hand hiding behind their back. Wait... Frisk turned backed around at an alarming speed to see Chara holding Asriel behind their back. He was ripped and torn in several places and one of his button eyes was down by his mouth. "ASRIEL!" Frisk grabbed him as Chara grabbed him by his arm. "NO! Azzy is MY TOY!!" Frisk tugged back. "Your HURTING HIM!!" Chara tugged with twice the force. "We're just PLAYING!" Frisk tugged with thrice the force. The arm started to rip, but neither of them noticed. "Your playing TOO ROUGH!! LET ME FIX HIM!" The arm was almost completely ripped now. "I'm not TOO, ROUGH!!" Chara made a final attempt to get their toy back, but instead ripped his hand off and littering the floor with fluffy cotton. They both almost fell backward, but caught themselves. Frisk stared open jawed at the mess. Chara looked distraught, which wasn't a new emotion for them, but this time they looked more sad than usual. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO YELLING ABOUT!!" Their mom was a little mad that the bickering kids were disturbing the newest episode of The Kardashians. Frisk jumped when the loud noise rang through the house at them. "Uh, NOTHING MOM!" They could hear their mother huff as she turned the show back on.

Chara stood there looking distraught. Frisk felt bad for Chara, as they often did, but this was different. Asriel was Chara's favorite toy, despite how rough Chara tended to play. "Chara, I'm-" "Shut... Up.... Go away. Fix him if you want, I don't care. Just go away." Chara didn't move when Frisk tried to look them in the face and failed. "I'm-" Chara's head swung up toward Frisk, and Chara's eyes seemed to glow red. "JUST GO AWAY!" Chara turned into their room and slammed the door in Frisks face. "CHARA, WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SLAMMING THAT DOOR!!" After a moment of silence, their mom sighed and the television show resumed again. Frisk didn't realize now, but Asriel had gotten dropped on the floor after his arm ripped off. Asriel had run away without their notice. The fluffy cotton had turned to a small pile of dust as well.

Frisk walked back to their own room and suddenly stopped when they got into the doorway. They felt a strange emptiness in their hand... Frisk flinched with realization to why their hand had felt so empty. They were no longer holding Asriel! Frisk peeked behind them, but there was no sign of him. They looked down the hall, but there was just some dust there. No Asriel. Frisk searched around their room, but couldn't find him. They even searched the toy box, but couldn't find him in there either. Just another strange pile of dust among the flower slinky toys in the castle. Frisk sighed and accepted defeat. Chara probably swiped him from the ground after Frisk walked into their bedroom. They let them be, mainly because Chara looked like they were about to kill them right there in the hallway, but also because they looked genuinely sad. Frisk tried to think about something else more positive, like their birthday next week. Frisk was hoping for a new toy, like last year, except they wanted something different. Like... A wooden soldier! Those are adorable.

The end.