(notes: This story will contain: Manipulation and medical experimentation. It will update weekly on Wednesdays)
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Entry 1:
Frisk
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The air was getting cold. As the sun dipped below the ridge line, the dimmest glimmer of stars could be seen, twinkling in the fading blue. Frisk rubbed their arms and glanced around, ducking around the small scruffy pines dotting the side of Mt. Ebbot. By chance, they happened to spot a darker shadow in amongst the lichen-covered stone of the mountain face and hurried towards it. It was the entrance to a cave, mostly hidden by a boulder and a stone outcropping, too small for an adult but a child could just slip inside.
Frisk held their breath and wiggled through the gap. Their hand went to their pocket and pulled out a small plastic flashlight. They clicked it on and for a brief moment, the halo of light revealed a large, open stone cavern, the top cracked and letting in the barest hints of light now but would fill the cave with the sun at noon. Gnarled tree roots and vines crawled across the cave floor.
Their flashlight flickered. Frisk shook it. The light stabilized for a moment, then went out and left them in the dark. They shook it again and hit the end with their palm, the light bounced out of their hand like a fish, the light flickering briefly in mockery as it spun away from them. Frisk stepped forward, hand outstretched to catch it but there was no ground beneath their foot and they fell.
Down through a black hole. Their heart raced, stomach in their throat as every inch of their body tensed for impact. That never came. The falling stopped and the darkness deepened. Frisk almost felt like they were floating at first but they could barely move, the darkness held them in place like a pinned butterfly. Their ears began to feel too tight, aching with intense pain that spread through their head as if it were suddenly too tight, too small. All they could hear was ringing that slowly grew louder and louder and they wanted to scream and scream but couldn't open their mouth, couldn't breath.
Something snapped and they fell a thousand miles in a single heartbeat, never moving.
They came to laying on a hard smooth surface that felt like tile, ears ringing, head pounding with little spots in their vision. It was dark. Around them was the uncanny whine and incessant beep of machine warnings. The floor was gritty. As they breathed in they could smell smoke and taste dust.
Frisk coughed and tried to pushed themselves up but weight pressed against their back. There was nothing in front of them so they pulled themselves forward on their their arms until they were free of the debris. Lights blinked, red and blue, and electricity sparked and arced from broken wires. One wall was covered by large monitors, most of which were broken but a few flickered faintly, providing most of the light in the room. All the machines, broken and mangled though they were, seemed strange, old and different, like an old movie's idea of the future.
Frisk looked up. The ceiling was smooth concrete, there was no cave above them.
They jumped as they heard a faint groan and looked around. In front of the bank of monitors there was a figure, crumpled on the ground. He was very tall and thin, clothed mostly in black except for a high collared white shirt that peaked out above his long black coat. They stepped closer. The man didn't seem to be breathing and his head was smooth white like bone.
But they had heard him groan. Frisk swallowed hard and crept closer. They carefully stepped around his hand, also white as bone, smooth and thin. There was a perfect hole in the center of palm, like a cookie cutter circle. Frisk shivered and knelt down beside him, and saw his face.
They startled backwards, sharp debris biting into their hands that made them wince and hiss in pain. The strange man didn't move. Frisk forced themselves to relax and lean forward once again. The man had a face like a mask, smooth and white, his closed eyes were dark crescents and a smooth thin line marked out his mouth. He had no nose, no eyebrows. The only marks Frisk could see in the dim light was a thin crack running from the top of his head, through one eye and a smaller crack under his other eye running down to his mouth. As Frisk watched him, they could see small movements, twitches, his brows drawing together as if in pain. Despite looking like a mask, his face had a strange plasticity to it and moved as easily as Frisk's own skin.
They reached out and tapped the strange man's shoulder.
The furrow in his brow deepened and he frowned slightly.
Frisk pressed against his shoulder and shook him lightly.
He groaned and shifted.
They stared, fascinated, as his face moved and changed shape, wincing in pain, he braced himself as he slowly pulled his eyes open. The left eye with the crack running through it only partially opened and he winced in pain again. His eyes were black and endless like the inside of a skull, as he blinked, pupils formed, spots of white amid the black.
Frisk felt they ought to be afraid but they felt strangely calm, strangely determined. They didn't know where they were or how they had gotten there, but this strange person might.
His eyes focused on Frisk and stared. He said in a deep, smooth voice, "...Hello, little one."