Chapter 1 : The very beginning

Everything started with a piece of paper that fell in the underground. Grillby had accompanied Sans to the ruins and was returning to the bar when a white letter had stolen his attention. Surprised, he had read it :

Hello dear !

No matter who you are, this message is adressed to you.

But first things first, let me introduce myself.

My name is S. Odds. I'm 19 and actually studying fine arts. You might be questionning my sanity right now... Just know that I recently decided to embark on a rather foolish adventure. This world is lacking love, comprehension, kindness, friendship and I know darkness can be suffocating sometimes. To face this issue, I decided to spread some of my positive thoughts.

No matter who you are, where you come from, just know that your life is as valuable as any other. You're not alone and, even if I don't know you, be sure that I care about you. You matter. You're precious and important so please, take care of yourself.

You can keep this letter somewhere, anywhere... And remember to read it again if you ever feel down or lonely.

Best regards,

S. Odds

P.S : If you ever feel the need to communicate, you can send something here .

At the end of the letter, an address was written. It had taken long minutes to register what he had just read. After the first surprise, he had felt cautious about the paper, then curious. Who would want to say such things to a complete stranger ? Was it a trap ? After all, it came from a human... He had turn the letter again and again, observing it in silence and concentration before realizing that it meant no harm. Without really noticing, he had started to walk again, tucking the letter under his waistcoat for further inspection. Then, he would throw it away and continue his life...

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A week later, the letter was still in his apartment, on his desk, neatly unfolded, next to a blank sheet of paper. He hadn't been able to throw it away. At night, he kept reading the lines, attracted to the kindness shown through some ink.

It might be foolish, others might thing he was crazy but, after a whole week of hesitation, he decided to answer. Should he tell Sans about it ? How would he react ? No... It was far to early. He didn't even know if he could send something across the barrier after all... With these thoughts, he had started to write.

Miss/ Mr Odds,

I did received a letter from you, mentioning such agreeable thoughts that I found necessary to answer you.

My name is Grillby, I am a bartender.

I wanted to inform you that your message arrived at Mount Ebott and hope it is of no disagrement for you.

Thank you for your kind words, I gladly return them to you.

Best regards,

Grillby.

With that he had gone to bed, satisfied by the brief and courteous message. He had managed to give as little information as possible and, if the human had heard about Mount Ebott, there were chances to never receive a letter again. All in all, everything would be as before, his spirit would be concentrated on his work again and nothing would bother him anymore. He would ask Sans to pay his tab, the skeleton would shrug, the dogs would continue playing cards...

The bartender closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly. Tomorrow promised to be an eventful day. Tomorrow, he had to send his letter and it wouldn't be an easy task...

However, after two hours, he was still wide awake, thinking about the mysterious expeditor, about humans, about other times... About war, about death... In a little time, he was reminded of his traumatic past, of all the blood shared because of humans. Behind his charcoal eyes, he saw his fallen comrades again, as if they were real. An instant he was laying on his bed, the other, he was fighting in the offensive again. With a jolt, he stood up and went in his living room, pacing like a madman to get out of his panick attack...

He had finally managed to fall asleep three hours later, exhausted, haunted by shadows and screams...

All because of damned letter...