Hmmm... how long have I been in this god forsaken hole now? I was supposed to be waiting for someone, He said they'd be coming eventually, but I find it hard to fathom. Who in their stability, or lack thereof, would climb a barren mountain surrounded by rumors of dissapearance and fall down here? According to Him, it happened 7 times before, I guess an 8th occurence is'nt completely out of the realm of possibility, but... Wait a second, was that a thud? You've gotta be kidding me, some poor fool actually stumbled down here... again.

I had been standing in the edge of the dark room by a large archway donning a strange, almost religious symbol at its peak and bathed in an odd shade of purple, seriously, who was the designer down here? Oh well, I have more important matters to attend to, I suppose. I warily turned around and began walking towards the source of the resounding thud that echoed through the murkiness of the chamber, and sure enough... a child?

I could'nt believe it, a child had fallen down here, what was a kid doing on Mt. Ebott anyway...? Well, knowing the rumors of this barren slab of rock, I'm sure the reasoning was'nt rooted in positivity. I walked up to the... boy... girl? It was tough to tell from this angle, and... wait a minute... are they dead? "Uh... big guy, I think you sent me a dead kid." I shout up to seemingly no one, though in reality, its a voice only I can hear. I did'nt see their chest moving so I assumed they were'nt breathing, I gave them a light nudge with my sandaled foot and my fears were thankfully quelled, the kid jerked slightly and I knew then that they were alive, just breathing very lightly is all, so it was tough to notice.

I decided to get a closer look at this mysterious child and let me tell you, they had some... interesting features. The first thing I immediately noticed was their yellow skin, not pale yellow like you'd see in someone with jaundice, but full on, like, schoolbus yellow. I'd never seen something like it before, but that thought went to the backburner for a while as I noticed just how androgenous they were in appearance. They had shoulder length brown hair in an odd, almost bowl cut of sorts, and wore a blue sweater with purple stripes, blue pants, and brown shoes that showed obvious signs of wear, probably from that trek up the mountain, it is pretty harsh terrain up there afterall. They had to be no older than 10, maybe 11 years old, its a miracle they survived this fall at all, hell, its a miracle the 7 before them survived the fall, I wonder what happened to them...?

I'd have time to think about that later, for now, I decided to start planning out how the heck we were gonna get out of here, that was my assignment He gave me afterall, to guide the next fallen human and keep them free of love... what in gods name does that mean though? "Keep them free of love?" Even the most conniving bastards in the world have love of some sorts... eh, hell if I know, I'm sure the answers will reveal themselves in time, afterall, the big guy is never wrong, so I guess I'll just have to try and remember that as my brain haplessly attempts to understand just what the heck is going on right now... sheesh, I'm really getting ahead of myself, the kid is'nt even awake yet and I've already got an ass load of questions that are causing me unnecessary strife. God, what have I gotten myself into...?

A/N: THIS IS MY THIRD ATTEMPT AT WRITING AN UNDERTALE FIC, I DID'NT LIKE MY FIRST 2 ATTEMPTS AND ERASED THEM, I'M STILL UNSURE ABOUT THIS. ANY ENCOURAGEMENT WOULD BE APPRECIATED, I KNOW MY WRITING IS'NT VERY GOOD, BUT I'D LIKE TO AT LEAST TRY AND FINISH THIS IDEA OF MINE. THANKYOU IN ADVANCE AND GOD BLESS.