Father,

I'm leaving. I don't want to be hurt anymore. I know that all of this is because of Mom. But why do you blame me? What did I do? Do you realize that I'm the only person left who's close to you? Well... by the time you read this, it'll be that I was the only person closest to you. I've decided to go to Mount. Ebott. Mom used to tell me stories about how people would go there and never return, and now I'm going to join them. I hope you'll be happier without me.

Goodbye.

~Frisk

She stared at her puny handwriting, reading over the words for a third time. Do I really want to do this...? She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth. Of course I do. She picked up the paper and stood from her padded desk chair, gripping the white sheet tightly in her trembling hands. She headed to the kitchen and opened the cupboard where her father kept his alcohol. She placed the note inside and shut the cabinet softly.

Then she left the house.

She walked slowly, heading toward the direction of the towering mountain. She tugged at the sleeves of her blue-and-pinked striped sweater, her chestnut gaze focused on the ground. A gentle breeze stirred her short, brown hair. She turned her gaze up toward the mountain, wondering what it would be like to die. Would it hurt? How long would it take? What would happen after death?

Once she reached the edge of town, she picked up her pace. By the time she was nearing the base of the mountain, she was running at full sprint. She skidded to a stop. Looking up at the mountain before her. It appeared even taller up close, and for a moment she hesitated. After a few moments of her gazing up at the towering landform, she finally began climbing up the easiest way she could find.

Occasionally, the climb became too steep for her and she had to use tiny handholds that were engraved in the mountainside. Most of the time time, though, she (with some struggle) walked merely on her two feet, leaning forward slightly so as to not fall back. It didn't take long until her legs were aching and her fingers were numb from gripping the rock and dirt so tightly. Her hands were gloved in dirt and dust, her body covered in a slight sheen of sweat. She didn't stop, continuing to progress at a steady pace. After what seemed like nearly an eternity, she found a flat ledge that was just large enough for her to collapse on. She needed rest.

As she lay on her side, steadying her breathing, she gazed out at the town of Ebott. She had grown up there, never leaving the confines of its streets. She had certainly never gone anywhere near Mount. Ebott. Yet, here she was, climbing that exact landform, ready to be wiped from existence.

"Frisk..."

A deep, smooth voice hissed. She flinched, jolting upright and gazing all around her. She was still completely alone.

"Frisk..."

The voice was no doubt a male's. Frisk stood slowly, looking around and attempting to find the source of the voice. It sounded like it was coming from further up the mountain. There was suddenly a sharp tug on the hem of her sweater. It wasn't enough to move her, but it caught her attention. The pull had been in the direction of the narrow pathway she had been climbing up. Cautiously gazing around, Frisk carefully made her way onto the path, gripping a handhold on the mountainside.

"Frisk..." She began to make her way farther up the mountain, her legs still aching and her fingers still numb. After many minutes of climbing, she pulled herself onto another, much larger ledge. Her breathing was rapid, and she drew in her breaths sharply. The air had been getting thinner, and she wasn't used to it. She collapsed onto her back, breathing hard in an attempt to get more air into her lungs.

After a long while, she regained her steady breathing. She pushed herself upright and looked around. A few feet away sat a hole. It was about four feet wide all around, and was a nearly perfect circle. She crawled over to it, peering over the edge into what seemed like a never-ending darkness. She felt a gentle breeze coming from the hole, and she began to wonder if this was how the people disappeared; did they fall into this hole and die?

As she gazed into the darkness, she found herself hesitating. I don't think I can do this... Without a warning, what seemed like an invisible force latched onto the collar of her sweater and yanked her roughly into the darkness. She screamed what she thought would be her last scream as darkness swallowed her whole.