Mistaken for another (WIP title)

by Purple Princess Writer

It's been 8 years since Frisk left the underground leaving all the monsters trapped. Now it has been said that a ghostly figure of a goat boy playing violin is still looking for Frisk. And now someone has been mistaken for Frisk. (BTW, I'm not sure whether I'm going to make this romantic or not, but just in case I do the descriptions of everyone will be from UnderMate the game.)

1. The basement has great acoustics

It was a nice house.

Moving away from everything I knew was hard, but this is a nice house.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling.

It's hard to sleep when haven't got your glow in the dark stars on the ceiling.

I was supposed to be asleep and god, I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't.

Too bright, too loud, too new.

The city is a lot different to the country.

Some jerk is playing violin at midnight.

Wait…

I sit up slowly and listen carefully.

Yeah, I thought so.

It sounded like the violin music.

Coming from the basement.

I should sleep.

But, I want to explore.

Sleep. Now. Investigating will only result in some sort of horror movie death.

The music grew louder and the curiosity and the urge to demand whoever was playing the violin to stop and shout "Who do you think you are?" at them grew too large to bear.

I've always wanted to say that.

I stumble out of bed and changed into something that isn't my pyjamas, I change into a long-sleeved purple and blue striped shirt and jeans. I grab sneakers and a jacket for good measure.

I went down there to explore this morning and it was freezing cold and had stones all over the floor.

I carefully push my door open, my younger brother is sleeping down the hall. He sleeps like a rock and Mom and Dad are sleeping upstairs because they get the "Fancy" room which is totally unfair.

I tiptoe down the hall towards the basement, thankfully no one heard me creeping out. My parents would be furious.

Yeah, this is definitely where the music is coming from.

I push open the basement door, weird, I could have sworn this door doesn't like being opened form the outside.

Must have gotten lucky.

I carefully close the door behind me, if I'm going to yell at whoever is doing this, I'm going to do this without fear of waking anyone up.

Huh?

It's supposed to be pitch black now that I've closed the door, but there's somehow still light.

Now that I think about it, maybe I didn't turn off the light.

I make my way down the spiralling stairs.

I look at where the music is coming from and I stop dead in my tracks and stare.

The goat horned boy is staring at me too.