Two days.

That's how long she had been gone.

Anna was worried before, but now she was going out of her damn mind.

She had spent her whole life caring for and protecting her little sister Frisk, ever since they had been orphaned. Anna Drake was just thirteen at the time, and Frisk was only two. She could have waited. Entered the system, lived her life hoping that someone would come for both of them and keep them together. But the chances of them being separated destroyed her inside. So, she packed a bag, grabbed her infant sister, and ran.

They moved a lot, mostly to remote areas to avoid being recognised by the authorities. Though Anna was now twenty-one, and more than capable of caring for ten-year-old Frisk, she would likely face abduction charges, and they would finally be torn apart.

Anna had always had this gut feeling that if she and Frisk were split, something terrible would befall the small child. Perhaps it was simply fears left over from their parent's death, she didn't know. Whatever the reason, she refused to let Frisk out of her grasps for long.

Unfortunately, it seemed that five minutes bug catching alone was enough for Frisk to wander off and lose her way.

That was two days ago.

Anna had spent these days searching the nearby area to no avail. She strayed further from their woodland cabin each time, always returning by nightfall in case Frisk had somehow returned. Or in case someone had seen her missing posters and brought her back. But nobody came.

Anna had finally cleared the woods in her search with no sign that Frisk had been through. There was only one place left to look before she would have to relent and speak with the police.

Mount Ebott.

There were rumours about that place. At least five people were sighted in the area, and went missing not long later, never to be seen again. Some said the place was cursed. Others said that a serial killer lived atop the smallest peak, stalking his victims through the lower forests.

The most ridiculous explanation, however, was that the mountain housed bloodthirsty monsters hell-bent on destroying humanity. These where children's tales, of course, but there were those who truly believed in such idiocy.

Whatever the case, Anna was determined to find Frisk. And if anyone had touched a single hair on her head, there would be hell to pay.

Bag packed with a few essentials – food, water, bandages, her cell phone, etcetera – and her pistol strapped to her waist, Anna set out.

She soon found herself at a standstill barely an eighth of the way up Mount Ebott. There were no steep cliffs or huge boulders blocking her path, there was however a simple scarf. A red scarf, with the name "Frisk" carefully stitched in pink thread on the end. It lay at the precipice of a gigantic pit, which stretched far too deep to possibly see down. Regardless, Anna found herself dropping to her knees, frantically calling down.

"Frisk! Frisk! Are you down there?! Please, show me you're alright!"

…

There was no reply, but the thought of Frisk bleeding out down there, cold, frightened and alone, made Anna nearly dive in head first after her. However, two unconscious Drake sisters would be no use to anyone.

Hastily, she fumbled through her backpack until she found the climbing rope, tying it to a nearby tree, and swiftly making her descent.