Prologue

It was an old tale of monsters and men that had sparked an adventurous spirit in humans to climb Mt. Ebott. Many of them did not return. It was due to these disappearances that rumor went that all who venture said mountain would never be seen again. Several humans have made this true for a number of years. The ominous air around Mt. Ebott alone caused adults to worry for their children, telling them not to go near it.

Despite these warnings, children brave their way up the mountain out of curiosity. Frisk was no different than the supposed six children from prior years. The orphan, just like the rest, wondered if there truly was an entrance to the monster world.

After all...who would miss them? They did not have any friends or a family to call their own. If Frisk were to die, at least they could do so without anyone's worry. There would be no guilt.

The gaping hole in the earth was so large, it appeared to have been created by an angry god punching the ground. At least to Frisk it did. Peering into the dark abyss stirred their stomach until it knotted up. Sweat broke out on the thought of actually jumping down into this great pit. Frisk was almost about to leave when the earth beneath them gave way.

They let out a shriek as they tumbled along the crumbling dirt before eventually just falling for what seemed like forever.

...

When the fallen human had come to, a voice called out rather cheerfully: "Curtis!" This made Frisk rather confused at the prompted name. It was as if the voice were answering someone else...

"That's not my-" they were grabbed before they could finish. They did not expect to be hugged so closely to a girl's bosom.

"It's okay, you can tell me your name later. For now, we're going to be exploring together!" She sounded so giddy. It was like she had gotten a new video game and just could not wait to play.

Frisk opened their eyes, looking up at the girl who held them so motherly-like. She had brown wavy hair and brown eyes like them, but her hair reached her chin and curled here and there. Pushing lightly away, the two held each other at arm's length. They could see she wore a black turtleneck, denim jeans, and black sneakers. Her smile was beginning to falter.

"S-something wrong...?" She asked, eyes darting around, looking anywhere but at Frisk.

"Sorry, but...what's your name?"

She appeared to have held her breath at that. Her panic slowly faded with an awkward chuckle. "You can call me Player."