*explicit language, depression, panic attacks, verbal abuse, hints of owner/pet relationship, past child abuse, self-hatred, self-doubt, self-harm, emotional/psychological abuse, emotional manipulation, mind manipulation, night terrors, suicide attempts, suicide, blood and dust, detailed violence, dirty jokes, etc.

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"Hush, dear children, do not quail,"

Long ago, two races ruled over Earth:
HUMANS and MONSTERS.

"You are strong, you will prevail."

One day, though...
WAR broke out between the two races.

"If you calm and do not wail,"

After a long battle, the humans were victorious.
And so they sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

"You will hear the Undertale."

~0~

A small girl sits alone in a dark and grimy alleyway, huddled against one of the graffiti-infested walls with her long arms wrapped around her knees, and her face hidden between her knees and a curtain of long brown hair, in which was tangled and dirty with neglect.

It seemed she was waiting for something. Or perhaps someone would be a better term. No one even dared to pass by though; they were too wary of the filthy alleyway.

Who was she to judge? It was in human nature to be scared of the unknown, and she was pretty sure that this was one of those places that just screamed of danger. The trash scattered everywhere and the starving darkness probably didn't help neutralize that strong "danger vibe" as they called it.

The slap of bare feet running on concrete snapped the girl out of her train of thought, alerting her to a new and very anxious presence.

Before she could even process the sound was getting louder, a hand had grasped her upper arm to jerk her up, and then the blur of motion ran back out of the alley with her in tow.

Confusion and shock clouded her mind, and she dimly recognized the figure clutching her wrist tightly, gasping as she was forced to run (more like stumble) after them. "E- Ember! What's going on?!"

"Unless you want to be arrested, I suggest you save your questions for later and focus on running!" "Ember" replied in between heavy wheezes.

Oh, oh crap! The realization of the bad situation suddenly caught up to her, and as a result, her legs began pumping harder to match strides with Ember.

The brunette glimpsed over her shoulder upon hearing shouts and barks from behind them, and laughed despite the fear crawling up her back. "Welp, I guess this means we're officer criminals now." she joked with a wild grin, which only grew when the other groaned loudly.

Instead of indulging her with a response that would likely encourage more godawful puns, the blur-of-motion pulled her companion around a corner.

"Stop running!" came a shout from behind them, "We are not your enemies!"

Yeah, I TOTALLY believe you. She didn't quite reiterate her thoughts with her main focus being on forcing herself onward and dodging around random people. The people they ran past stared after them, flabbergasted. It probably didn't help that a gang of officers were tailing them.

The girl waved to everyone she and the blur ran, giving a breathy "hello" or "hey" or "see ya later" to everyone she passed. But after greeting an old lady- who rudely tried to smack her with her cane- she turned her attention to her companion. "So, where exactly are we going, Ember?"

Ember glanced back at her, and for once their eyes- a bold grayish blue color- weren't hidden behind a layer of auburn hair. Those blue eyes were full of an intense ambition.

"We are going to Mount Ebott, dear sister of mine."

~0~

The two comrades had long since ditched their legal pursuers, and they were now walking along an infamous trail on the equally infamous Mount Ebott.

There were many stories about Mount Ebott, the most popular legends were the ones full of monsters and magic. Some of these stories said monsters were ruthless creatures with no conscience, and some stories weaved a delicate and sweet personality to the monsters, who were unfairly sealed away.

But all stories end the same way: if one climbs Mount Ebott, they won't ever come back.

"You don't seriously believe those stupid rumors, do you?" Ember questioned as they kicked a rock in their path, watching in morbid interest as it skittered off the edge of the mountain and tumbled down into the forest below. Now that they weren't a blur of motion, their features were easier to pick out. This tall lamp post of a person was female- most likely a grown woman.

The other girl, likely younger, watched with a small pout as the rock as sent veering off the mountain, briefly grieving for the lost rock. Seriously, what did the rock do to Ember to deserve such an end? "Yeah, so what?" she grumbled defensively, crossing her arms over her bosom.

Ember tittered and patted her younger sister's head, "You're such a baby, Samara!" she declared, "I mean, seriously, those rumors are so fake even a zombie could see right through them!"

"Samara" rolled her mismatched eyes at the accusation and swatted away the hand. "And you totally aren't a twitchy little rabbit right now!" she sassed right back, giggling when the auburn-haired female sputtered at the accusation.

"Am not!"

"Are too~"

"Am not!"

"Are too~"

"Am NOT!"

"Are too~"

"AM NOT!"

"Are too~"

"Why are you so damn casual?"

"Language, sissy~"

"...Seriously?"

Samara laughed and ran ahead of her sister.

"Wait, 'Mara! Don't just run off!"

The brunette scoffed. "I'll be fine, Ember! Stop being such a worrywart!" she yells over her shoulder as she kept running. She wouldn't be running if she didn't know it was safe enough for that.

The trail they were using to hike up Mount Ebott was actually rather easy and tame compared to some other mountains. At first they had to climb up, but even that wasn't too difficult. After all, who would want their powerful soldiers to be bad at climbing?

She gasps as the trail opened up into a lush clearing, her mismatched eyes wide in awe as she took all of the nature. It was beautiful, she would digress, but nothing would beat their first time seeing the sky and the beauties it held.

A sudden notion came to her. If the stories are true, then that means there are monsters sealed away because of the humans. That means they couldn't see the sun, the moon, the clouds, the stars... Her soul clenches with empathy and sadness for them.

Samara shook her head and went to march on, but to her shock, her foot met air, and she was suddenly pitching forward into a dark, gaping hole

"SAMARA!" her sister's scream faded as she fell.

Was this really how she was going to die? After all of the shit they've endured, she's just going to die because she fell in a damn hole on this godforsaken mountain?

She smiled bitterly as the sky grew further and further away.

Maybe fate's just that cruel.