Undertale

Book One:

Pacifist

Chapter 0:

The Fall

Description: This is a story mainly following Frisk. Frisk can either be a boy or girl, reader's choice. This is the first book of many to come, but for now, this book is the one I'll be discussing. This book (from Chapter 1 on to chapter XX) will be about, as the title describes, the Pacifist route. This book /will/ follow the game, and it will be descriptive. I ask that you do not say anything spoiler related, even after the book is finished, as I want any reader who has no clue what Undertale is to be able to read this, and be just as drawn into Toby's masterpiece that is Undertale. Starting in a later book, I shall be ending the "game" and create "dlc", or maybe a "sequel". *sigh*...game puns. Anyway, I hope you guys, gals, ghouls, and monsters alike enjoy Undertale: Pacifist.

Disclaimer: "Undertale", "Frisk", "Mt. Ebott", etc. are all property and creation of Toby Fox. Undertale is available on Steam for $10(?), and I recommend playing it, and if you won't for some reason or can't, then I hope I do it enough justice, as this is not my game. This /is/ a fan-fiction, and should never be taken as an official or copyrighted piece.

Frisk finally managed to catch their breath. They placed both of their trembling hands on their knees, leaning forward a bit, panting heavily, breathing sharply. They stared at the black, lifeless, shadow-less ground for a moment, listening for any sudden movements. Wind was howling around Frisk loud enough to nearly muffle the pounding of their racing heart in their chest, blowing their shoulder-length hair in every direction. What they didn't hear is what worried them, though.

Frisk's head rose sharply, standing up with the same amount of force, still slightly out of breath. There he was, not even three feet away from where Frisk stood. Frisk's expression slowly faded from relief to a look of worry, concern, and care. A shadow was cast over his face, light coming from an unknown source, making it impossible to see if they were even...

Before they could finish this thought, the buttons appeared. Frisk let out a sigh of relief when he read "Mercy" on the right, orange button. They only needed to think it, and the button highlighted bright yellow, smiling a weak smile as it faded.

"...". ~Did they just...~, he thought to himself, noticing the orange glow, bracing for the "Fight". He peeked an eye over at Frisk, letting it barely be visible. "What are you doing...?" he mustered up, unsure how to approach them. Frisk almost didn't hear him, but ignored his question anyway, waiting for the button to show once more. He turned his head a little more, both eyes now staring right at them.

"Do you really think I've learned anything from this?" His voice raised a bit, but before Frisk could open their mouth, he brought his face back down, concealing it in shadow once more. "No." he said sharply, yet with a slight hint in their tone of something...sad. Longing.

Frisk smiled softly at him, seeing the button return. The wind was powerful enough to cause their hair to flail around behind them, still blowing. They took a single step forward, ignoring the gusts. Still smiling, they chose mercy again. "Then I'll never stop until you do.", Frisk said, determined to not kill him.

"Sparing me won't change anything. Killing me is the only way to end this.." He was looking back at Frisk, still not showing his full face.

Frisk's expression didn't waiver as they chose Mercy once more, taking a third step forward. They spoke softly, smiling even bigger, looking them in what they could manage of their eyes, "I'm not going to do that. It doesn't have to be that way."

He turned his head sharply, looking at Frisk with a broken expression on his face, grinning. His face was scratched up pretty bad, and his head was tilted until it was parallel with the non-existent ground. "If you let me live..." he started, voice trembling with malice, anger, and rage, "I'll come back." As he said that, he was now upright, keeping the same sadistic grin, giving Frisk a small chill down their spine, even now.

Frisk took another step forward, not even needing to concentrate on the bright Mercy button any further. "And I'll wait for you.", they said with a full genuine smile, closing their eyes and tilting their head a fraction to the left. Their hair fell off their shoulders, the wind blowing it to the side, now.

"I'll kill you.." he said, his voice beginning to shake again with rage and malice.

Mercy. Frisk took another step. "You won't."

"I'll kill everyone!" he exclaimed, his eyes slightly bulging from his face. His right eye was slightly closed, giving him a more chaotic and psychotic look, but Frisk knew they wouldn't allow that.

Mercy. Another step forward. "You won't."

He opened his mouth wide, showing many sharp teeth, raising his head up to look "down" at you, trembling, and with a raised voice "I'll kill everyone you love!"

Frisk was un-phased. Their determination to save him was more powerful than his fear of losing everyone. If he could be saved, then everyone is, too. So they chose Mercy once more, taking another step. They were now about a foot away, noticing his expression somber slightly.

"..." Mercy.

"...?" Mercy.

"Why!?" he yelled, anger being the only thing written on his face. ~WHAT ARE THEY DOING!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?~

~A few more steps.~, Frisk thought to themselves. ~I can do this...~ They could feel his malice fading almost completely, his anger simmering, his tone soften.

His expression softened dramatically. He stared at frisk for a moment, confused, lost, maybe even...sad? "...Why are you being..." he finally said, his voice almost breaking, "...so nice to me?" He sounded like he was on the verge of tears, and looked like guilt incarnate written everywhere on his now slumped face.

~Why...?~, they thought to themselves. They thought for a moment, but it didn't take long to realize that they had always been this way. Always helping. Always caring. Always...loving. Giving. Selfless. Determined to do good.

Always has.

Always will...

~...Right...?~

Ebott Orphanage

1 year ago

"Hey Frisk! Think fast!" one teenager hollered. Frisk didn't even need to look. They already knew what was going to happ-

*SPLAT* All of the kids sitting adjacent to them, over a few seats away, began to laugh hysterically. Frisk nodded in approval. ~Good icing.~, they thought to themself. The icing was always their favorite part of a cake, and their 17th birthday cake was no exception. They picked up a few napkins and proceeded to wipe off what remained on their face before taking a sip of their dri-

*SPLAT* The kids burst into laughter again, this time louder, and even more joining in from all sides. ~Of course...~, they thought. Frisk sighed, smiling a big ol' fake smile. "Good one, guys! Didn't expect a second one! You really got me, this time! Heh heh..." they said, force chuckling. They picked up a wad of napkins and headed towards their room. By the time they had reached the door, they finally stopped hearing the laughter from the cafeteria a few hallways down. Frisk wiped the rest of the cake off their cheek, then entered their room.

When they were fully inside, the closed and locked their door behind them, already forcing what happened out of their mind with determination. Frisk had gained this new-found determination from what Mr. Nickels had told them a week ago: They were going to be scheduled for an appointment with a pair of parents, looking to adopt them. Them! They could hardly believe it, at first!

With this freshly on Frisk's mind, they cleaned up, showered, and got dressed. Frisk put on their favorite sweater for this spacial occasion. It had a sky blue base color, with two medium sized, violet stripes going across the chest and arms, respectively. Then, regular-looking dark blue jeans that have faded a little from use. Finally, they went with matching dark blue tennis shoes that were comfortable, but not too loose-fitting, either. Surprisingly durable.

They took a look around their room. Two beds, one on each side of the room. Their side was neat, clean, and orderly. They didn't do much but play piano a little, color, and the occasional video game, even though they've beaten the same games countless times, already. A poster of Einstein hung above their bed, a gift from Mr. Nickels for today. On the other side, was barren. No sheets, no decoration, and probably half an inch of dust on what furniture there was. Most of the kids got to choose who they roomed up with. After only a few short, hellish months of being "introduced" to everyone, nobody wanted to room up with them. They started to not mind it as much, as they didn't need to share anything with anyone. Their own bathroom, their own television, their own window, their own...everything..

Frisk realized that they needed to keep a close eye on the time, and turned to look at the clock. It was 2:14. They were going to be late if they didn't hurry out the door, soon, so they grabbed a bottled water and ran, drinking it here and there on their way. Frisk was extremely excited to see them. ~Are they nice? Are they loving? Will they still want me, now that I'm 17? Am I too old..?~ Frisk shook their head, their hair slightly bouncing off their face. They pushed away the negative thoughts and continued down the hallways, making lefts and rights, going down stairs, and even stopping to refill their water at the water fountains.

Ebott Orphanage wouldn't be something Frisk would compare to a mansion, no. It was more like a Catholic Home. Minus the Catholics, and with a grain of salt with the term "Home". It was a relatively older building, with improvements installed along the years as things stopped working or would break. It stood three stories tall, with a basement floor underneath. The land that it was on was on a hill that stood above a lot of the forest, but overshadowing it was the infamous Mt. Ebott.

Mt. Ebott was rumored to have a hole near to top of the mountain that fell forever. It was said that all of the people that had gone up there to explore, or a dare, or by accident, or all of the above were never heard from again, which to Frisk sounded too cliche. But it was true.

Mr. Nickels' office was slightly ajar when Frisk arrived. They could overhear a conversation going on, but was unsure on what was being said. Taking a deep breath, they raised their hand up to the door to knock. "I'm not sure about this, Mr Nickels.." said a middle-aged woman. She sounded hesitant, with a hint of what Frisk could only interpret as disgust. "They don't get along with a lot of the other kids, they don't have any friends, and they're...blind?" she asked, inquiringly. Frisk's heart sank, lowering their hand. They stood less than a foot away from the door, but stayed out of eye-shot, from the cracked door.

"Mrs. Francis, Frisk is not 'blind' at all. They just don't open their eyes all of the way, so it makes it look like their eyes are closed, when they're not. They can see just fine. And I didn't say they didn't get along with other kids, I firmly stated that 'Frisk is bullied a lot here because they don't do anything to retaliate besides playing along, which just makes them do it more.' And furthermore, Frisk won't make attachments with anyone. They'll help anyone out in need that they find, but after they help, they avoid the kid like a plague, because if others found out someone was Frisk's friend, then that friend would become a target for the bullying, as well." he said, passion and worry in his voice. Nickels placed his index and middle finger on the middle of his forehead and his thumb on his temple, leaning against it on his desk.

"I want a /normal/ orphan. I'm sure you understand." spoke the husband, his voice rough and callus. "This kid's a wimp. He's a target for trouble and a welcome mat. My wife and I would like to reschedule for another child, Mr. Nickels. If that's not fine with you, we can go somewhere else."

Mr. Nickels sighed, shaking his head. "Fine. I will find you a child more...'suitable' to your preferences. I apologize for the inconvenience." he finally said, feeling defeated and sorry for Frisk, knowing they were looking forward to this moment for a long time. He had no idea how to break it to them...

Frisk was sitting in the hallway by this point, tears steadily streaming down their face. The sniffled every so often, but not too loudly. They didn't even whimper. They didn't want to be heard.. Their back was against the hall's wall, about a foot from the door. Frisk's knees were bent enough to fold their arms and rest their head on them. They heard the door opening completely, and two sets of steps emerged. Frisk stood up before they noticed him, wiping away the tears and snot off of their face hurriedly. As they turned to exit, they both stopped mid-step, seeing the kid they just decided to not adopt smiling from ear to ear. "Hello!", Frisk exclaimed. "My name's Frisk! It's nice to meet you!"

The woman wore a black dress, fitting her form a little too well for Frisk's comfort. She wore thick amounts of makeup, and obviously fake, gaudy jewelery. She wasn't exactly rich, but clearly wanted that lifestyle. The husband was a portly individual, sporting a suit that couldn't button up completely and tie rested on the stomach. The couple looked at each other awkwardly, then back at the child. "Hello, Frisk.", the woman finally said, turning to the orphan. "I'm sorry, but me and my husband were just leaving." she said, eyes darting to her husband.

"That's okay! It was nice meeting you two." Frisk said, their smile not wavering. "I have a few errands to do today, as well, so I understand. Take care!" The couple didn't even acknowledge them after they finished talking. They hurried passed them and walked out the door, with a jolting *SLAM*.

Frisk headed towards their room again, avoiding Mr. Nickels' office all-together. They didn't see any reason to confront him about what just happened. It was better for him, and even themself, if the conversation never happened, to begin with. As they passed a few hallways on the bottom floor, about to make their way upstairs, they stopped. To their right was the back doors, still unlocked until 6, an hour from now. The sun was still up in the sky, not ready to start setting in the horizon yet, the sky still blue, clouds lightly scattered across it's almost blank canvas.

Frisk stepped outside, the warmth of the sun hitting them instantly, but the chilled wind hit them not soon after. It was Fall, so the tress were all sorts of beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow around them, both on the ground and still on the tree. It was an amazing sight. Off in the distance, the sound of children ranging from 13-18 playing on the other side of the building could be heard. Frisk took a look around momentarily, to see if anyone was back here. They didn't expect anyone to be, at this hour. There were only a few yards away from the forest, which is a big "no no" in this place for the orphans, so it was rare when anyone not doing yard work was ever back here in the first place. Not far into the forest is the trail leading up Mt. Ebott, which looked humongous when outside.

Sighing, they took their leave into the forest, not seeing anyone to tell on them or follow them. Frisk didn't want any trouble. They just wanted to leave. They had enough of this place, and no longer desired to be adopted. They were 17 years old! ~Who in their right mind would want a kid for a year...?~

Frisk reached the beginning of the path that scaled the mountain to the hole, and probably further, they thought. Birds chirped loudly at each other and wildlife bloomed around them as the Autumn winds blew leaves around gently, the tops of the trees around them shaking gently, above. Then sun was slightly difficult to see, but Frisk could tell it wouldn't be long before the sun would start to touch the horizon and get dark, making it difficult to see. They scaled the mountain, noticing different wildlife here and there. A hare here, hawk there, the occasional squirrel. They stepped over tree branches and big boulders as they traversed upwards, at one point using rock-like steps, which killed their legs even more than they already were feeling.

The sky above was beginning to turn into a warm orange, matching the pallet of the rest of the forest. They sighed, turning around to take a look at what exactly everyone was talking about. Coated in sweat, but comfortable because of the steady breeze from this altitude caused, Frisk took a few steps towards the hole. It was quite large, to Frisk's surprise. They figured it was at least 5 feet wide, all around. They picked up a slightly weighted rock and dropped it in, kneeling down to listen for the *clank* of the rock hitting the bottom, counting in their head...

...but no sound was made.

Frisk audibly gulped, standing up from where they were knelt. They felt debris and dirt on the knees of their jeans, and bent over slightly to brush them off, when a strong wind came rolling in, catching them off guard. They fell, having lost their balance so easily, being so close to the edge. As they looked up, they saw the hole get smaller and smaller...

*Thumph*