Undertale RPG

Scenario One: The Fall

You fell into a deep hole, plummeting backward until you landed softly on a huge, plush pile of petals. The light was dim, filtering in through cracks in the cave ceiling. Looking around, you saw a figure with brown hair and striped clothing standing there, watching you silently. It was Frisk—it seemed she, too, had fallen there not long ago.

Suddenly, the roots and vines covering the walls contracted and pulled away, clearing a space. And from the ground emerged Flowey, a yellow flower with a smiling face.

Flowey: "Hello! Looks like another person has fallen down here! What a coincidence, isn't it? Hehe... I'm Flowey. Flowey the Flower! You must be lost, right? Don't worry... I'll take very good care of you!"

He smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, spoke briefly with the two of you, and then vanished, slowly sinking back into the earth.

A short while later, a tall, gentle figure appeared at the cave entrance: Toriel, a white goat with a noble bearing and tender eyes. She approached with calm steps and introduced herself in a soft voice.

Toriel: "Greetings, children. There is no need to fear. I am Toriel. I am so sorry for what has happened to you... but we cannot stay here. Humans are forbidden in these lands. If the guards find you, you will be taken to the castle, and... I fear they would not treat you kindly. Come. I will take you to my home and keep you safe there."

Frisk calmly climbed onto your back, wrapping her arms trustingly around your neck. You followed Toriel through the shadows, venturing into the dark, winding tunnels. And back there, well-hidden among the roots, Flowey watched everything in silence, with that smile that never seemed to change.*

Scenario Two: Toriel’s Birthday

Joy filled the Throne Room. Torches glowed with warm, golden light, and the air was thick with laughter and the scent of freshly baked cake. Everyone was gathered there: Toriel, standing before a lavishly decorated table, smiled with eyes glistening happily. Around her, Asgore, Undyne, Papyrus, Sans, and so many other monsters were celebrating boisterously. It was Toriel’s birthday. She closed her eyes, clasped her paws together, and leaned in to blow out the lit candles on the cake.

Suddenly, a single black drop fell from nowhere right onto the flames, extinguishing them instantly. Then, you fell from above, crashing straight onto the table, shattering plates and toppling the cake. You were covered in a dark, glossy fluid that dripped down your body and pooled across the wood.

A heavy silence fell. In an instant, Asgore and Undyne drew their weapons in unison, aiming them straight at you. Papyrus clutched his face in horror. Sans, meanwhile, flashed a smile that didn't reach his eyes and raised a hand, readying his skull-cannon right above you.

You slowly stood up. As the fluid dripped away, your human form became increasingly sharp, clear, and unmistakable. Asgore lunged forward and delivered a violent strike with his spear, attempting to impale you. But the black fluid coating your body hardened at the moment of impact, repelling the blade with brutal force. The spear ricocheted, flew sideways, and struck Sans’s skull-cannon, snapping it in half.

No one moved. They all stood frozen, weapons still raised, staring at you and the living pool of liquid surrounding you. In their eyes, there wasn't just anger—there was confusion. And a silent fear that grew with every passing second.

Asgore: "Stay back... don't move! What kind of creature is this? What are you?"

Undyne: "Step aside, Asgore! I'll hack it to pieces!"

Papyrus: "MY CAKE!!! I MADE ALL OF THAT WITH LOVE!!! AND NOW IT'S DESTROYED!!!"

Sans: "Hehe... look at that. Someone's come to visit. And it looks like they didn't come for the party."

Toriel: "Wait! No one... no one come any closer. This... this thing doesn't seem to be one of us."

Scenario Three: Spaghetti vs. Ketchup

The sound of Papyrus’s heavy boots echoed against the icy stones of the tunnels, mingling with the slow shuffle of Sans’s feet. The two were arguing animatedly as they walked.

Papyrus: "KETCHUP ON SPAGHETTI?! SANS, THAT IS A CULINARY OUTRAGE! A CRIME AGAINST FOOD! THERE IS NOTHING LESS PLEASANT!"

Sans: "Relax, bro. Think about it... tomatoes are red, ketchup is red. It’s practically the same thing. Just more practical."

Papyrus: "IT IS NOT THE SAME THING AND YOU KNOW IT!!!"

Suddenly, both of them stopped. There, in a snow-covered clearing, Frisk was playing alone, making ice balls and tossing them into the air. The two approached slowly, curious and confused as to what a human was doing so far off the beaten path. That was when you appeared, slowly emerging from among the tall trees. They were Underground trees—small, twisted, and low—and you, a human of average height, looked immense beside them. Your head rose above their crowns, and your shadow cast itself over Frisk like a dark cloud.

Papyrus: "A GIANT?! HE’S GOING TO DEVOUR US!!!"

Without a second thought, Papyrus brandished his bone staff and charged toward you, shouting and ready to strike. Sans, meanwhile, stood still with his arms crossed, yawning slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Sans: "Hehe... man, I highly doubt he's hungry; we're nothing but bone and bone, get it? I said 'bone' twice 'cause we don't have skin. But whatever... let the big skeleton go get a free thrashing. If things get ugly, I'll handle it." He kept watching, hands in his pockets, but his eyes flashed for an instant—he was alert, ready to intervene if necessary.

Papyrus: PREPARE TO TASTE JUSTICE... WITH A HINT OF TOMATO SAUCE!

Sans: i prefer ketchup.

Papyrus: HYAAA!