Disclaimer: I don't own Undertale, nor shall I ever. This story and game belongs to the wonderful Toby Fox. Thank you so much for introducing this game to us Toby, great job.
A/N -
This is only the start of the story, just a little background before I hit the true plot. I hope you enjoy this first fic of mine.
-Anon
Ch. 0
Frisk - My eyes open to soulless darkness, not a soul near at all. I intake a breathe, expecting to feel a chill in the air, but instead I am greeted by nothing. The air in my lungs didn't seem to exist and involuntarily my breathing sped up, hoping it would be different and yet every time it wasn't. Eventually my breath caught and a lump formed to punctuate the tears threatening to overcome my Determination on staying calm and rational. Time seemed to be in a simultaneous state of rest and speeding forward blindingly. I don't know how long I stayed there, or if I were to ever come out but I eventually stopped trying to understand why I felt nothing and saw nothing no matter how far I ran. Emptiness loomed and looped around me where I tried to go.
Sans - Determination. Right now my own determination kept the cold and fatigue out of mind. I search all of the underground for her, in my mind I know I wont find the quiet child no matter where I look. Frisk isn't on this plane any longer and I should just stop. NO! I shout mentally at myself, the light of anger glowing brightly in my left eye, 'You mustn't stop looking. It doesn't matter if he got her, you will keep looking and you will find her.' I continue my fruitless endeavor, hoping for some sort of hope but eventually Papyrus finds me and drags me home, doing what he hates and uses magic to bind me in an orange glow from neck down. I do not resist, the hopeless cold seeps into my mind and settles there with a cold, icy grip of depression.
- Many years pass, Frisk grows inside the void and becomes an adult. Memories haunt her, giving her blips of light in the beginning, but slowly turning into her own torture as she is helpless to make new memories with her friends. She eventually stopped fighting the depression pressed into her with each moment she spends of her eternity.
- Sans has ceased his puns, no longer talking to his brother or Toriel or anymonster in fact. Sans completes his duties each day methodically, never taking a break from dawn to dusk. It seems to the others that way, but I know. Sans doesn't stop looking for Frisk even over the span of ten years. Each day he goes out in search of her only to come up empty. His brother and friends knew never to mention humans to him, especially one specific human.
Here is where our story begins...