Chapter one: the fall

Someone was falling glass glittered around her like rain, a dagger was falling near.

This is me, falling down to my doom looking at my friends that I had made a few days ago. A look of terror was on my face as I fell, some say that your life flashs before your eyes when your close to death.

Mine didn't last long since am only sixteen years old, and yet here I was. Well I better start from the beginning.

I grew up in the place called the slums, a dirty and awful place far from the city. But most who live here call it home it wasn't really a bad place to live, sure there are the bad apples but that's only a small problem.

My name is frisk, that's it no middle no last name and it was fine for me, now I was just your average teen, I went to school, well more like home schooled but I still loved it none the less, I like to read and I know a little bit about self defense.

Life was fun with my mom and dad, they loved me and each other, nothing could ever dampen our spirts, until my eight birthday.

It was around 10 am , the sun was hidden behind the clouds and the wind kissed my cheeks, it was a perfect day we were walking towards the pound a little far the slums but worth it, were we could swim in the water and just have fun.

Than a figure dressed in black had called for my father, he had grew tensed when his name was called, a mixture of terror and disgust showed on his face. He kissed my forehead and then my mom before heading towards the man.

They were talking in hushed whispers and I couldn't make out what they were saying, than my father cried out in pain and fell backward his hand clutching his stomach, my mother ran to my father trying to help, but before she could do anything the man yanked my mothers head back and slit her throat and fell over my father dead.

The man turned towards me and walked, I was frozen with fear as he got closer and closer the dagger still had blood on it, he stopped right in front of me.

" lets this be a lesson to you kid," he said kneeling down to my level his face was covered by a black mask, " don't be making deals that you can't pay."

I said nothing as he ruffled my hair, he walked away disappearing around the corner. I had ran to my parents my knees grew weak with each step until I had collapsed, crying over my dead parents.

A year after their deaths I had to steal so I could survive, luckily a woman by the name of Claire redrose had taken me under her wing after I was caught stealing from her store.

Since than I worked for Ms. Redrose for the next seven years I had cleaned, made sure everything was in its place and I was happy for the first time in years.

Until I turned fifteen, someone had left a small rectangular wooden box at the counter ant it was addressed to me, I opened it and at first I was confused than it hit me.

This was the dagger that that killed my parents, the weapon was simple in design with a nine inch blade with a small red gem at the pummel, there was also a note.

" a reminder for those who couldn't pay the devil," it read.

I wanted to toss the dagger into the pound and never see it again, then I had this feeling like I should keep it and find the one who did this and kill them.

The feeling had left quickly as it came, I put the dagger back in the box and continued on with my duties, later that night I had made a belt to hold the dagger around my waist, for self-defense reasons of course.

A year later that is the day my adventure begins, we were low on fresh water for the plants and I had to go and get some.

On the way back from colleting the water in a bucket, a storm had hit, causing me to drop the bucket full of water and find some shelter.

It wasn't easy as the rain came down in icy sheets, whipping against my body. Hours seemed to pass as I searched for cover to my luck I had spotted a small cave, going In I had tripped on something and fell into a hole in the ground.

[ underground ]

" ah, my head, " frisk said as she slowly stood up and looked around, "where am I?"

"why your in the underground," something said behind.

Frisk turned around and saw not that far from her was a golden flower, a golden flower with a face, it gave her the creeps.

"t-the underground?"

The flower nodded, "yes the underground is a place full of monsters that would kill you and still your soul."

She felt her heart dropped to her stomach, monsters real life monsters, but how? They only existed in myths and legends. The flower must have sensed something because he said.

"but luckily your friend flowey will help." He flower named flowey said.

" you will?" she said not fully believing him.

Flowey smiled at her, " why yes I will help you, buy taking your soul." The flower laughed wickedly as two undead warriors appeared right beside the flower, rusted swords drawn.

Frisk reached for her dagger ready to defend herself, but before they could make a move some was coming, by the source of the light that was growing brighter and brighter.

The flower cursed.

"she's coming, leave minions," he said, as the undead warriors vanished in a puff of black smoke, " your in luck human, but I'll ne watching you." With that he sunk back into the ground leaving her and what ever was coming towards her.

Soon a figure appeared, it looked like a goat with a purple and white robes with a strange symbol on the front, she also held a golden scepter on top which burns like a torch, And she looked right at frisk.

" oh a human, are you hurt?" the lady goat asked, walking towards frisk.

The human didn't know what to do, she couldn't move or talk, as the monster goat got closer frisk noticed a sliver tiara with a purple gem in the center. She would have said something nice if she wasn't scared.

" oh my, your shaking like a leaf here let me help," she waved the scepter slowly in front of frisk.

Frisk felt warm and not scared anymore, she felt her shirt and pants and they were both warm and dry like they just came off the clothes line.

"t-thank you," frisked had managed to say.

The lady goat smiled and it made frisk smile as well, are monsters truly evil? Or all the myths are just that? But as she stood here frisk would never think this monster could hurt her.

" your welcome, child what is your name?" she asked.

"frisk," she answered, seeing no harm in telling her.

"frisk that's a nice name, my names toriel am the care taker of the ruins," toriel said.

End chapter.