Hi! Welcome to my depressing Undertale Prologue! I apologize in advance...
Dear Diary,
Mummy died. Her cancer grew too rapidly and she passed yesterday morning in the hospital. Daddy decided to move back to his hometown, Evottville. He chose to move back last night. And strangely of such short notice, Daddy was able to rent an apartment. He told me a friend lent it to him. I don't understand much of what's going on right now, and I am not sure how to feel. Everything has been a blur. I have to gather my things quickly since Daddy doesn't want to stay in our old house for long. I suppose he just doesn't want the thought of Mummy to linger.
- Frisk
"Frisk, it's time to go!" Frisk's father called from downstairs. Frisk shut their diary and shoved it in their bag then stood up. They stepped into the doorway but lingered there from memories. Frisk turned their body around and looked at their old room. Looking from their bed to their closet, and to their nightstand, atop laying a lonely, unframed picture.
Frisk rested their brown orbs at it for a moment before lightly and delicately stepping over to the picture and picking it up. They stared at the three figures, all hosting large and joyful smiles, happy that they were together. Frisk looked at each face separately: A father; a daughter…a mother. Tears welled in their eyes as they gazed into the sweet toffee brown orbs of their lost mother.
"Frisk, hurry up!" The mentioned child quickly looked away from the picture to see their father leaning on the doorway, "Well?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Frisk's father looked around the room from where he stood, making sure Frisk got everything. Frisk took that time to hide the picture in their bag before following their father, who had begun to trudge downstairs.
As Frisk followed their father, they inspected his appearance. His chocolate brown hair was messy and uncombed, unlike theirs, the same color but neatly brushed and orderly. They noticed earlier that his green-blue eyes were bloodshot and puffy, partnered with dark purple circles under them. Stubble had begun to grow on his face, and he wore the same clothes as he did yesterday. The wretched scent of whiskey and deodorant invaded Frisk's nose as they followed their father, making it obvious he had been drinking, and probably attempted to mask it with a manly antiperspirant.
They both walked onto the front lawn, where Frisk saw their father's Subaru Impreza on the edge of the road. The dull gray car sat motionless in contrast to the grass and trees dancing in the wind. Frisk followed their father to the car and watched as he fumbled with the car keys. After 10 seconds, he was able to submit the silver key into the molded hole. As their father seated himself in the driver's seat, Frisk looked back at their old house.
The house's tan walls and peach roof had always looked strange. "The peach roof makes me think of the sweet memories we'll have here!" They remembered their mother saying when they first moved into the house. Frisk then recalled their mother always said: "I think the colors make our house cheery and full of life!" They observed the house more. Tired and miserable, was what Frisk decided it looked like now.
"C'mon, Baby Girl," their heard their father's voice say gently. Frisk snapped out of their thoughts and quickly got into the car. They continued to stare at the peach and tan house as their father drove away.
You might be confused about why I write Frisk with "they" and "their" pronouns, but their dad said, "C'mon, Baby Girl," is because, in my headcanon thing, Frisk was born as a girl, but isn't really gendered. And in the game, Frisk is a non-gendered child to appeal to all gamers. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter to this prologue story. Bye!