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, both sides realized the folly of the war and declared peace.

A psychiatric hospital known as Mount Ebott Mercy Hospital had been intended to be a safe haven for war victims, Humans and Monsters alike. But at the end of the great war, what was discovered there caused the world to shudder in revulsion. The greatest of magicians sealed the Hospital a magic barrier.

Many years after the war, in 201X, a human child explores Mout Ebott and the grounds of the hospital for their own mysterious reasons. It is said those who enter the hospital never return. The child discovers an unlocked door on the side of the hospital.

The big double doors to the emergency department swung in with ease, surprising Frisk as they pressed upon the doors.

The inside of the ward was dark and quiet. The smell of antiseptic hung thick and heavy in the air. Many of the chairs in the waiting area were covered in a coat of thick dust, it was apparent no one had been in this wing of the hospital in a very long time.

The only lights in the room were that of the emergency exit signs and the cold glow of a few monitors and machines that chirped quietly in the dark.

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of Frisk's neck. Perhaps it was not such a good idea to intrude on such a ancient place, they thought to themselves as they made to turn around and leave.

A creak and then a low groan of a door opening that has not been used in years shattered the otherwise quiet tranquility of the ER.

From the back of the room, a tall person slowly approached Frisk, striding across the room. A overwhelming sense of fear and dread poured into the child's brain. But try as they might, their body refused to move for them.

"Oh, it has been zuch ein long time zince ve haffe had ein fizidor at the hosbidal," said the person as they got closer to Frisk. The voice was obviously Male. Their accent was thick and hard to decipher, but that wasn't the strangest part about it. It was as if their voice was carried on a light breeze, coming and going at a minutes notice and there was the faint hint of static crackling beneath every syllable.

The stranger was before Frisk now, illuminated only by the soft, eerie light in the room, they were wearing gray slacks, a white dress shirt and a pitch black coat, "Velcome to Mount Epott Mercy Hospidal child, hov can ve help you?"

Every instinct in Frisk screamed for them to run, but they were frozen to spot, almost as if a unknown force was holding them down, all they could do was release a low whine.

Kneeling before Frisk the stranger looked into their face. There was something horribly wrong with them. A large fissure splayed across their face, cold, glowing eyes sat behind black horn rimmed glasses. Their breath smelled like ammonia.

It was all Frisk could handle, a scream exploded out from their mouth as they went to flee. But the man was too quick. They reached out and grabbed Frisk by one of their arms in a grip that could crush concrete.

"It is only ein inchury child, stop making ein fuss. Nov tell me your name."

It was impossible for Frisk to escape this person's iron grip no matter how hard they struggled, so they gave up.

"Frisk sir," eked out a tiny timid voice from Frisk's vocal cords.

"Zo you can talk. Ach ! Much petder. Nov vat do you vant Frisk?"

"To go home sir."

The gastly face smiled at the child, a thick, slavish liquid seeped from their mouth, "Put haffen't you heard? No one leaffes Mount Epott. I cannot allov you to tell mein sdaff or badients vat you haffe zeen outzide, zo ve vill haffe to berform ein minor zurgery pefore admittance, Frisk."

Before Frisk could argue, the man plunged a needle into Frisk's thighs and in a matter of seconds, the world faded into oblivion.