AN: Hey, it's YamiDangan626! I'm kind of having all these ideas about Undertale, so that's probably the only thing I'm going to be updating for a while. Maybe. I suffer from Fanfiction ADHD, so I might do this, then that. Also, SPOILERS for Undertale! Play the game first!
Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale or anything I might reference in any way!
EDIT: I fixed a few things. Gotta learn to pay attention while I'm writing. :(
EDIT 2: Fixed more stuff. God, I really have to pay attention! Maybe I should get a Beta Reader?
"Frisk!" You cried out, "Wait up!" You were a young teenage girl, around fifteen years old. You had brown hair and dark blue eyes that always had a cheerful gleam inside them. Following your younger sister, you sighed as you lugged around all your stuff.
You wore a black T-shirt, a black and blue triangular patterned belt that looped around since it was so long, black drawstrings with a blue stripe on each side, black hiking gloves and boots, and a silver chain necklace around your neck. On your back was a large black camping bag.
Complying with your wishes, Frisk stopped and smiled softly. Your younger sister, who was nine years old, was a genius. She had abnormal intelligence and had skipped four grades. She was now in your class, which was highly embarrassing when you had to explain that she was your sister and that she was the same grade as you were. It didn't help that she outshone you in everything, especially physical education.
However, Frisk was extremely shy. In her eight years of schooling, including kindergarten, she had only opened up to about three people other than yourself. But, you always liked to smile when she smiled. Her grin was contagious.
Compared to you, her style was much more simplistic. She wore an oversized blue striped purple sweater that used to be yours but she started to wear it. A pair of blue jean shorts with black sneakers finished her attire. She had brown hair and brown eyes with pupils shaped like hearts. It was kind of weird, but you never really questioned it.
Frisk watched you stumble into the clearing that she was in. You huffed, "Could you at least tell me where this 'super awesome camping place that is so awesome that we have to pack up our tent immediately and move there' is?"
Your younger sister looked up and pointed at the Mt. Ebott that was a only a few miles or something away. You openly gape, "You want to camp at the mountain where about seven people disappeared and the historical place where monsters were sealed into?"
Over the last couple of years, seven kids had disappeared into the mountain, creating the legend that whoever climbed the mountain would never return. The first fallen child had been found dead in the hands of a monster who had escaped the barrier that was the result of the Great War. Ever since then, children have been reportedly missing.
Shaking your head negativity, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, "Then why do we need to camp out? We have a lodge up there!" The nine year old grinned mischievously before you realized what she did, "Oh hell no! You made me pack a ton for camping just so we could live up there for a couple of days?!"
Frisk nodded.
You felt ready to start tearing off your hair, "OH MY GOD FRISK!"
You sat in your cabin, sitting on an air mattress as you read Frisk's favorite bedtime story. Your hands trembled before you dropped the book unceremoniously and held your head in your hands, "She's coming back." You muttered to yourself, repeating it over and over as if it would hypnotize you into believing it.
Picking up your laptop, tears start running down your cheeks as you remember the times when you and Frisk would watch various anime on your laptop. Closing the laptop after trying and failing to cheer yourself up with anime, you sobbed as you felt loneliness, sorrow, guilt, and anger. Loneliness because she hasn't come back, sorrow since she might never come back, guilt because you allowed her to explore the mountain, and anger at yourself for not paying attention.
Tears streaming from your eyes, you looked up determined, "No..." You said to yourself, furiously wiping at your eyes, "I-I have to look for her. It's only been two days, she's still alive somewhere! She has to be!"
Filled with determination, you shove everything important inside of your backpack. Laptop, food, flashlight, clothes, and etc. You pull on your jacket and start trekking up the mountain. Climbing with a purpose, you look in any caves you find along the way.
A few hours had passed but no luck. Frisk was nowhere that you looked. Doubt started to worm its way into your heart. Where was she? Wiping away any tears that sprouted from your tear ducts, you walked. Finally, you reached the final cave.
At the end of the cave, there was a large hole. Your heart stopped as you stared wide-eyed into the dark abyss below. There, right at the edge of the pit, was a small button. A heart shaped button you gave to Frisk on her last birthday as a small gift. You fell to your knees, "No... no... nononono!" You screamed, "Frisk! Are you there?! Please tell me you're alive!" You clutched the heart button in your hand tightly.
You couldn't even see the bottom of the dark hole. Picking up a rock, you dropped it into the dark abyss, listening closely. When no sound was heard for a minute, you started to tear up, "C'mon!" You cried, "Please be alive, Frisk..."
But then you realized something, if Frisk fell down there, what if other kids fell down there too!? The reports of missing children all seemed to point that they fell down the hole and were either killed by the fall or by the monsters. You shakily stand up, putting the button into your pocket.
Even though they probably were dead, you had to report to the police. Then they'll cover the hole with something. They'll send a team to find the missing children... and if it came to it, their corpses.
With this thought, you turned around to get to the police station and tell them about this new information.
You froze.
A child was standing in your way. Wearing an oversized yellow striped green sweater and a pair of jean shorts, similar to your sister. She smirked as her crimson eyes seemed to glow. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that." She grinned widely, not seeming sorry at all.
You stiffen before you squeaked out, terrified of the child's smile and crimson eyes, "W-What? Why are you stopping me! This is really important info for the authorities! They can cover the hole!"
She smirked, "Heh, that's why. Can't get more victims to kill if the hole is covered."
You freeze as a chill ran down your spine. "Y-You... What did you do to Frisk!?" You demanded, your fear forgotten as anger took over.
The child seemed faze in and out of existence, like she was a glitch that should have never existed. Slowly your fear creeped back into your heart as you watched the child in front of you blink and suddenly she was missing her eyeballs. You stared at her open eye sockets, horrified as blood dripped from the holes in her head.
She stepped forward and you took a step backwards.
This continued until you were only a couple inches away from the hole and she was right in front of you.
"I didn't do anything to your precious little sister." She grinned, "But to you?"
In her hand materialized a large kitchen knife, edge stained with dust and blood. You started to break out in a sweat as she pointed the weapon at your chest. The point was only an inch way from your flesh. Behind you was the hole, so you couldn't get away without any risk of falling in.
But before you could do something, ANYTHING, she swung the knife down, cutting into your chest and the right side of your face. Skin was revealed as your clothes were sliced open and the cold steel cut slightly into your eyelid, but it miraculously didn't cut into your eye.
Blood seeped out of the cut before the child grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you towards to her eye level. She giggled and quickly covered your mouth, effectively muffling any screams of pain and panic that could have escaped your mouth.
She shushed softly, pretending that she was only someone that was trying to help. Luckily for you, she glitched again and her eyes came back, allowing you to only stare at her crimson eyes.
She made you stare into her crimson eyes. Her grin twisted into something similar like a jack-o-lantern's, "You can't run. You can't hide. And you definitely can't tell anyone about our game. I'll get your soul either by choice, or by force. And don't make it too easy for me. I like it when people run."
Giggling, she pushed you into the hole, smiling darkly as she watched you fall with dark voids replacing her eyes. Her smile grew wide as she whispered a few words that you only slightly caught before you finally fell into blissful unconsciousness, your body plunging into the darkness.
"I'll see you soon… Angel."
You felt pain all over, wincing as you felt up your head. Moving up, you yet out a silent yell as you held your chest. The skin was irritated and was still oozing out a steady drip of blood. You reached up towards your eye before pausing as you wondered.
What happened?
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't recall anything from the last few minutes.
How were you cut, why are you down here, and where are you?
All you remembered was looking for Frisk before looking into the last cave then... nothing.
Looking around, you saw that you landed on top of a bed of golden flowers. Stifling a sneeze, you laid back down into the flowers. "I... fell?" You spoke out slowly, not believing the words that came out of your own mouth. You held your head, feeling as if something was missing, no memories of how you fell came up in your mind.
"Where am I?" You mumbled. Your hands tried to pull your T-shirt closer together where it was cut. Finding only two pieces of what used to be your jacket, you tied the remains around where you were cut, effectively bandaging the wound. Biting off a bit of fabric from your shirt, you bandaged your eye as well, hissing as it pressed against the wound.
Now, you were half blind.
That was bad, since this place was really dark.
You left the small patch of golden flowers and went towards the only exit you could see with your only eye. You went through it, only to find yourself in a dark room with a only a tiny bit of sunlight pouring through a crack and lighting up a small patch of green grass. Shuddering at the ominous feel the room had, you try to spot an exit.
You looked over the patch of sunlit land and spotted a purple door at the end. Walking towards it, you coughed, putting your hand to your mouth on instinct. Drawing it away, you widen your eyes as red drops of blood were splattered on your hand. You started to speed walk, then lightly jog, before sprinting into the door.
Running past a pile of red leaves, you ran up a stairway and went into another doorway. You stop as you look through the room frantically, looking for people that had better medical equipment than a bloody T-shirt serving for a bandage. "Hello!?" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth.
Walking up to the door, you read the stone slab that was hanging on the left side of the door, "Only the fearless may proceed. Brave ones, foolish ones. Both walk not the middle road."
You tilt your head in confusion before you coughed out blood again, reminding yourself that you were slowly bleeding out and needed medical attention.
Passing the doorway, you feel a bit of relief as you spot a small running river. Untying your frantically made bandage, you tear off the other sleeve of your T-shirt and dipped it into some water before cleaning off the wound. You hissed in pain as the cool water touched the wound but sighed as it washed away the fresh blood.
After retying your makeshift bandage, you decide to rest for a moment.
Feeling a bit better after a quick stop, you crossed the small bridge and as you walked, you took note of some switches and scribbling on the wall.
"…Wait, what?"
Your eyes widen as your brain finally processed that.
Markings on the wall meant that people or at least someone who knew how to write had lived here before!
Running up to the wall to view the markings, you smiled brightly as you read the somewhat childish writing.
"Please flip this switch. -TORIEL."
Hope filled your soul as you proceeded with a bright smile. Moving into another room, you raised an eyebrow when you saw a lone training dummy that looked really out of place from the purple stone walls and white marble pillars.
Being bored as all hell, you decided to talk to it for no reason at all, "Hey, sup? How you doing?"
The dummy said nothing.
"Hey, c'mon! Don't be so 'stuffy'!" You grinned.
You couldn't help it. Corny bad puns were in your blood, somewhat. Your father used to be a comedian before he sadly passed away when you were seven. Your mother never really talked to you that much, before she died giving birth to Frisk.
...Why were you thinking about them? You slapped your cheeks lightly before you hissed in pain. Okay, not really the best idea of slapping your injured cheek, but it helped take away your mind from... NOPE!
You liked them since you heard them all the time when you were younger, from your grandfather or from video games and anime. Ever since you got a joke book, you kept making puns all the time. They especially started to escalate when you bought Hyperdimention Neptunia Re;Birth. No one really appreciated them, except for Frisk.
The dummy still said nothing.
"Why you so 'dumb'? Not the talking type? Have I 'cotton' you off guard?" The dummy was silent.
You throw up your hands in exasperation, "Tough crowd. Bah, who cares? See ya later!" You waved to the dummy as you left the room. But just before you left the room, you could of swore that at the corner of your eye, that the dummy had winked a single beady eye at you.
But that was impossible... right?
"Holy shit."
Across from you, a giant frog with what seemed to be another entity on its stomach merely blinked with both sets of eyes. You drop to your knees and dig into your bag, completely ignoring the fact that the child sized frog standing before you could potentially be dangerous.
You dug out a book that your late grandfather wrote, having kept it since you loved his stories. In the book was detailed information about different types of monsters that he had talked about.
"Where is it? Where is it? Here!" You turn to a page with a picture of the same frog. The resemblance was spot on. Your widened as you stared dumbfounded at both the picture and the frog. These were the monsters that your grandfather went on and on about though no one believed him because he was apparently really drunk and just spouted out random babble.
You looked up at the frog, "Froggit. Giant frogs with stomachs that can hold dozens of live flies. They have another entity connected to their stomach. Its tongue is like real frogs' and it will use it when necessary. Note: These creatures are very friendly and will only attack if you attack them. Even then, they prefer to run away."
At the bottom of the page, there was a little note that was scribbled in messily, as if someone was rushing to write it down.
"Compliment them."
Smiling nervously, you waved hesitantly at the Froggit, "Um, hi. You look very nice today! Very, uh, froggy." The Froggit tilted it head in confusion before it seemingly smiled at you. It waved you over before hopping over to the other side of the room. You stopped, looking at the room that was full of spikes that protruded from the ground. The Froggit took your hand as you tried to ignore how slimy it was.
"OK... Held hands with a frog... This is such a weird day."
The frog led you through the spikes and you widened your eyes as the spikes retreated before your feet had even started to touch them. The Froggit finished leading you through the spikes before jumping into the water with a croak. It then swam to the other side.
You just stood there with a twitching eyebrow, "W-What the 7734 just happened?" You asked yourself, dumbfounded at the fact that a FUCKING FROG MONSTER held your hand and never tried to harm you in any way. Instead it helped you and was really kind since it just helped you through a puzzle that you would swear that would take you forever to complete.
Your brain shut off, rebooted, and then just accepted that monsters were nice despite that you grew up thinking that all of them wanted to destroy humanity for their souls to become the absolute gods of hyper death or something like that.
Walking through the door, you start walking down a long corridor.
AN: SO! This fanfic is a Reader Insert, but a bit more restrictive. Sorry, I was just reading a lot of Reader Inserts on Quotev and I wasn't able to write in third or first person for this. I just couldn't! But I was too lazy to write (f/c) all the time so... yeah.
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