Chapter 1: Back to Square One

I ran fast, almost tripping over my feet a few times as I ran like my life depended on it. Which, it did.

My father's drunken shouts made their way through the night air, "FRISK! YOU FUCKED UP MY SUIT, AND YOU NEED TO FIX IT!"

I could hear my mother rush out to guide my father back inside, only hearing a few words, "Aaron, please, she's just a child! She didn't mean it!"

I heard the sound of fist meeting flesh, looking back briefly to see my mother cowering before my father, who was ruining his pristine reputation with this scene, "So hitting me in the face with a pan and giving me a bloody nose was an accident? Trust me, that little... FRISK, GET BACK HERE, NOW!"

I ran faster, rushing into a bus's doors just as they were about to close.

I quickly found a seat near the back, looking out the window as my father ran after the bus, throwing his bottle of vodka to the ground in anger.

I faced the front of the bus, curling up in my seat as tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to spill over.

I didn't mean for this to happen.

I just- He made me so angry. I forgot I even had the pan in my hand; I didn't mean to hit him so hard. I didn't mean to knock him out, or get his blood on his suit, or even run. I just got so angry at him; he scared me and my mom when he woke up and immediately lunged for me. If he just wouldn't get so drunk, then maybe things would be okay.

I lay my head on the bus window, ignoring my aching throat and trying to swallow with difficulty.

Eventually, I drifted into blissful unconsciousness.

"Excuse me, young lady? I'm real sorry, but this is the last stop of the night."

I woke to see the elderly bus driver shaking me awake, and I looked around, finding that we were at the base of Mt. Ebott. I carefully got up, heading to the front of the bus. Once the bus driver had taken his seat and opened the doors, I mouthed a 'Thank you', and gave a polite smile.

I watched as the bus drove off, leaving me alone and stranded. I looked up at Mt. Ebott, the mountain that I had heard so much about in legends. The mountain that supposedly holds all of Monster kind inside with a powerful barrier that was created by the seven powerful Mages. Those who climb the mountain, never return.

Looking up at the mountain that loomed ominously in the darkness, I made my decision.

I would climb it.

But as I climbed, I felt more and more exhausted, my throat making it harder to breathe.

I felt on the verge of passing out when I came across an interesting discovery.

Beside a well-worn path, was the mouth to what seemed to be a bottomless abyss. After hearing the legends for so long, I instantly knew that this must be the chasm that supposedly led the the Underground, where Monsters were kept separate from all of Human kind.

Slowly, I approached the opening, getting dangerously close to the edge, and peering in.

No light penetrated the darkness below, which meant that this chasm was dangerously deep. I took notice of the vines and greenery growing wildly around and into the chasm, and how this path was pretty well worn down, meaning that people came up here frequently.

After a moment longer, I turned to leave, feeling uneasy by being so close to this deep abyss. But as I turned around, I saw a tall figure, standing in the darkness.

Fear clutched at my heart like a feral cat, as the figure called out to me in a sing-song voice, "Oh Frisk, father dearest wants to have a word with you."

I took a half step back, shaking my head vigorously as my breathing quickly picked up.

How'd he get here so fast?!

My father took a few steps forward, only four feet from me, "Oh my darling daughter, I won't hurt you..." He lunged forward, grabbing my long hair in his hand, dangling me over the abyss. As a scream bubbled up in my throat, my father gave malicious laugh, "No my dear daughter, I won't hurt you. I'll only ensure that you will never walk this earth again."

I clawed my father's arm, digging my nails into his skin as deeply as I could to try and prevent my fall, trying to get to the refuge of solid ground. But I only succeeded in angering my father further, his hand unfurling from my hair as he released me.

I couldn't seem to breathe as I fell, feeling nothing but air all around me.

As I looked up, I saw my father spit phlegm into the chasm, and turn to leave.

Hot tears escaped from my eyes as I realized that my life was soon coming to a close.

Eyes tightly shut, I waited for my fate.

I woke up gasping, digging my nails into the soil beneath me.

Checking over body for any injuries, I found that I was in one piece, with just a few scratches here and there. After letting out a sigh of relief, I carefully stood up, looking around to see where I had landed.

I was standing in a bed of buttercups in the center of my location, finding marble pillars around the corners of the room, and realizing that I had fallen into the Underground. I craned my neck backwards, looking up at the chasm I had fallen in, finding beams of light coming down, revealing particles floating in the air. I found that there were bottle green vines towards the sides of the earthy chasm walls, the ends of the vines being split and stringy, showing that they had been snapped.

Realizing that the vines had broken my fall and that I was still very much alive, I decided to start walking, ready to find a temporary shelter.

As I made my way through a doorway, I found another room, but in this one, there was a small yellow flower, much like a buttercup.

Thinking it was a normal flower, I decided to just walk past it and continued onward.

I froze when I heard a voice call out to me, "Wait friend, I want to talk to ya for a moment!"

I slowly turned around to find that the flower actually had a face, and was looking directly at me. I took a small step towards the flower, not wanting to get too close to it.

The yellow flower smiled at me, "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" Flowey spoke fast, making it a bit hard for me to understand what he was saying, but I got a majority of what he had to explain to me. Flowey gave me a honeyed smile, "Here in the Underground, we have little white things called friendliness pellets! Here, try running into one!"

Not trusting this flower, I did the opposite of what he said, suspicious of his smiles and words.

The flower's smile fell a bit, but remained, "Hey, buddy, you missed. Let's try again!" I did the same as last time, earning an angry frown from Flowey, "Okay kid, I'm just going to get this over with!" I froze as the 'friendliness pellets' surrounded me, the flower's face distorting into something from a nightmare, "In this world, it's KILL or BE KILLED. DIE."

As the pellets began to close in on me, I instinctively took a step back, only realizing my mistake as the pellets hit me. I quickly closed my eyes, ready for the pain to kick in... but it didn't?

I slowly opened my eyes, finding that Flowey was gone, and I was left alone. Except... I wasn't. When I felt a large hand on my shoulder, I instantly flinched, my heart pounding.

A voice that was as comforting as a hug reached my ears, "Oh, my dear child, there's no need to fear. That wretched flower is gone now, you're safe."

I turned around, looking up to a large goat woman with deep brown eyes, pure white fur, and a reassuring smile. I gave the monster a weak smile in return, hesitant to take the hand she had extended, but felt as if I could trust her.

? ? ?'s Point of View:

Frisk should be here by now.

She usually gets here around this time, so I wonder what's keeping her.

Unless...

It's not Frisk.

I can only hope that our sweet and caring girl is in charge this run.

Frisk's Point of View:

"Okay, Frisk, this will be your very own room, okay? Now- - Is something burning? Oh my. I'm sorry my child, I must leave you for now," Toriel quickly told me as she hurried off through the hallway.

Stepping into the room Toriel had gestured to, I smiled; Toriel obviously must have children, or else there wouldn't be so many kids toys or drawings.

I crossed over to the wardrobe, gently pulling a door open and looking inside. In the wardrobe, there were a multitude of striped sweaters and brown shorts. I reaching inside, pulling out the largest outfit, hoping it would fit.

As I pulled the sweater on, I found that it was, indeed, big enough. In fact, the sweater was two sizes too big. I liked the bagginess of the sweater though, so I only got a smaller pair of shorts to put on. As I got ready to hop into bed for a nap, I noticed a mirror sitting in the corner.

I crossed over to the mirror, facing my reflection.

My long, dark auburn hair was an absolute mess, knots tangled within it. My skin was quite pale, the yellowing bruises on my jaw from a few days ago evident, and the bags under my amber eyes looked so very dark. But the bags under my eyes were nothing compared to the darkening bruises around my throat. In an attempt to hide the bruises, I pulled the neck of the sweater up a bit more and moved my hair around my shoulders, before going back to studying my reflection. I noticed that my lips were raw from being chewed on so much, and that I looked a lot smaller than I should be at my age. Then my eyes went to my legs and ankles, which were covered in cuts and bruises. I grimaced, noticing the bruises around my ankles.

I left the mirror to itself, not interested in looking at my reflection any longer.

Climbing into the bed, my eyelids suddenly felt incredibly heavy, and laying down felt like absolute heaven.

With no trouble, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Okay, it's been a month, so, here ya go!

For Just Call My Name, I plan on having an actual schedule this time, so you guys don't have to wait and wonder when I'll update.

And the story might start off a little slow, or a little fast, but I haven't written anything in a few weeks, so I'm getting back into the routine.

I have so many ideas for this story though, and I can't wait to share them with you!

Until Next Time, Lovelies~