She had wandered away from the village, her little footsteps swishing through the grass as it grew longer and wilder. Her absence went unnoticed as the orphan child weaved into the fields unknown. The bright sun beat down over the horizon, beyond the seas of grass and wildflowers and over the looming mountain in the distance. Frisk brushed a piece of hair past her face with a caramel hand. Little brown eyes peered through the long grass that nearly passed her in height; on tiptoes, she looked out towards Mount Ebott. As she wandered through the wilderness to satisfy the curiously only a little child could muster, she recalled the stories her village once repeated to her long ago...
"Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: Humans and Monsters. One day, a war broke out between the two races and after a long series of battle, the humans were victorious. The greatest of their magicians sealed the monsters to the Underground with a magic barrier. However, this barrier is not a perfect barrier..."
They told her the stories of men and women who had traveled up the mountain, only to never return. Sam, Chara, Tim... over countless years, none of them survived. Some say the summit pulled them in, others claim that the monsters lured them in and ate their souls; there are rumours that monsters envy the human soul, for it has the determination to linger moments after a human's death, whereas a monster's soul will destroy itself immediately. They say it would take all of the souls of a monster to muster up to the strength of a human soul, even that of a child.
Frisk had since wandered through the forests beyond the fields. Beautiful oaks and maple trees showered her in shade from the afternoon sun, although this forest occasionally stuck a bramble or two in her striped sweater as she walked along an old path, long since forgotten. She gasped as a thicket branch became snagged in her hair. She pulled on it hard until it broke away from the offending tree before untangling it in her head. It was a little knobby, good for a walking stick as any, she determined. And so, she took it along.
Breaking back into the sun's bright light, she squinted and shielded her face with a little hand. Frisk wandered up Mount Ebott's path for what felt like an eternity. Along the mountain pass she found another pathway below her. She didn't dare jump, but looking over the ridge, she could see a long path leading into the wall. She shrugged and continued; she couldn't understand why there would be a pathway leading to nowhere, or perhaps it lead someplace long ago. It was a nice spot for a picnic, she remarked to herself, and it's view of the world was astonishing.
As the grasses and flowers diminished, she found herself stepping through rocks and gravel soon enough. Frisk swallowed hard as she approached the top of the mountain as the sunset crept up through the horizon.
Frisk became timid, tugging on the hem of her shirt as she stepped nervously towards the maw of Mount Ebbot. A gaping, treacherous hole, impressive at worst and disturbing at best; it seemed to dip down into the universe, as all Frisk could see were little specks of fluorite and celestite glinting off of the sun's reflection, embedded in the obsidian cavern that was the eternal summit of Mount Ebott. She peered down further, squinting again so that her eyes might cut through the darkness... and then, there was nothing but darkness.
Frisk felt her footing fail her as the ground came loose, and then the whirlwind of brown hair flying past her face. Her sweater began to tousle and flap along with flailing limbs in a panic. Frisk did not scream as she barreled towards the darkness, looking up just long enough to see a circle of sky grow smaller and smaller... until suddenly, she hit the ground.
~ Stay... determined... ~
Frisk's eyes opened slowly. She looked back up at the tiny blot of sky ahead of her; it was still day. How long had it been? Minutes? Days? It was impossible for her to tell. She felt a stinging in her back and wrist, which was no doubt sprained. Her tiny hands petted the soft petals of the yellow flowers she'd fallen upon; they'd cushioned her fall, perhaps? She swallowed as she peeked through the blackness ahead of her. A doorway!
Hope filled her heart as she rose to shaky feet. Steadying herself, Frisk took a few steps forward. Suddenly, a small, golden creature burst through the floor... a flower! She stared at it, and to her surprise it stared back! Beady, black eyes and a little smile... it waved, and so she gave a smile and waved back shyly.
"Hi! I'm Flowey~" he said excitedly. "What's your name?" Frisk felt uneasy, but answered her name in a soft, sweet voice.
"I'm Frisk."
"That was a long fall there, huh?" He said with sympathy, cocking his head a little bit for the question. Frisk nodded. "Hopefully, your soul is ok!" Frisk stared. "Don't you know how your soul works? Oh my! I should explain! You see, your soul is the very culmination of your being! You're very weak at the moment BUT! If you get lots and lots of love~ you can get big and strong!" Frisk gave Flowey a smile as he wiggled his leaves happily. "You can get more love... by collecting 'Friendliness pellets!' That's how we monsters work; here, I'll share with you!" Flowey winked as little white orbs shot out of him, dancing around Frisk happily. She smiled as she watched them float through the air whimsically. "Have one," Flowey growled. A white dart shot towards her, scraping her hand as she reached out to grab it. She gasped, pulling her hand back; she wanted to run, but the pellets surrounded her as they grew in number. "Have another," he grinned sadistically, shooting another towards her. It scratched her chin. "You IDIOT!" Flowey began to cackle, fear rising in Frisk's chest. "In this world, it's KILL or BE KILLED!" Flowey shrieked with maniacal laughter. "Now DIE~!"
An army of 'friendliness pellets' flew around her, spinning faster and fast as they aimed their pointy bits towards her, ready to strike. A few shot in and retreated to tease her. Frisk covered her eyes and whimpered before the laughter stopped. She looked up as the white dots fell to the floor, and Flowey retreated into the ground with flames blasting towards him.
"What a terrible creature, torturing such a poor, innocent youth..." said a voice like milk and honey. "Are you all right?"
