RevolutionTale

Mt. Ebott, 201X.

Many years ago, there started a war between humans and monsters.

And to this day, that war continues to rage on, causing problems and destruction on both sides.

A draft was created to create soldiers to fight in this battle.

The draft is anyone 17+ is to come and aid the cause. Resisting means the death of you and your family. Resistance is futile.

Chapter 1 "Drawn from the darkness into an emptiness"

The war was costing more and more as it advanced, along with the developing weapons being used. It had ruined the economy and caused mass poverty within the human world. People were scavenging and murdering and doing many unspeakable crimes. One instance was when a man broke into a home of a family of four, a mother, father, and their two children. They were an older couple, and they looked like they were the perfect family. This was not the truth. He was a pervert, she mas a druggie. The son was never home, and the daughter was the target of everything. It was a typical day, her mother was in her room doing god knows what, her dad was petting her hair, and her brother was in his room blaring music. "Frisk... You are such a good girl... Anyone ever told you that baby?" he said. She was far past being disgusted now. She'd been through so much. It wasn't fair. But that day, that 'normal' day, things changed. Who though a burglar would be her savior?

When the front door slammed open, it evoked confusion from Frisk. "*This is new..." She said. Not many new things happened in her life. It was usually all the same. A tall man walked in the door, looking like he owned the place. "Give me all your money, and nobody gets hurt." he said, pulling out a butcher knife. Frisk hadn't ever imagined dying. At that moment she wondered, (If i'm dead... he can't touch me anymore right? Mother won't take my money anymore? Maybe...) but she threw the thought from her head. Dying was not the answer. She only needed to hold on for 13 more months, and then she would be 18. One more and she will be 17. (I need to stay determined), she thought. But then she realized there was a gun pointed right at her face. Determination might not be enough in this situation. "*W-we don't have any money..." she managed to stammer quietly. She was not lying. Her mother had taken it all for drugs. "Well, is there anything of value that you have?" he said, starting to get frustrated. "Y-YES WE HAVE A VERY EXPENSIVE COLLECTION OF JEWELRY GIVEN TO US BY HER GRANDMOTHER!" Frisks' father exclaimed. The jewelry had been left to Frisk by her late grandmother, who was killed in a bombing by monsters, and it was all priceless. Frisk couldn't help but gasp. "*P-p-please no... That is all I have left of her..." she stammered out. The man didn't seem to appreciate her unwillingness to cooperate, so he rammed the knife into her shoulder. Frisk let out a yelp, falling to the floor. "Where is the fucking jewelry?" he questioned her father, pointing the gun at his forehead. "I-I-IT'S THIS WAY!" the coward claimed. The last thing Frisk saw was her coward of a father leading the man to her room.

"*Wh..." Frisks' voice died in her throat. She was alive, barely. What had happened? She tried to clear her head, tried to figure out why she was on the floor. Then she remembered. She jumped up, ignoring the pain that came from jostling her shoulder, and ran to her room. "Where- Where is it?" she was furiously looking through everything for the box. When she found it, it had something red all over it. Ignoring this, she opened it and her heart sank. All that remained was her grandmothers' ring that she got when she got married. Frisk had hidden it in a small hidden part of the box, out of fear of her mother finding it. She felt her hope rise slightly at the sight of the ring. She shoved the ring into her pocket and walked out of her room. It was quiet, which usually it wasn't. She slowly made her way to her brother's room, surprised to not hear the music blaring from his speakers like usual. Wasn't he home? Did he escape when he heard the door slam open? As she got to the door, all that greeted her was silence. She dared open the door, and gasped.