(Warning: This story will later contain Fetish content.)

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An Undertale Tale
Prologue

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A long time ago, the Earth was under rule by three species; humans, monsters, and those who found themselves in the middle; furs.

One day, war broke out among the three races; a war filled with death, hardships, and despair.

After a long battle, and overcoming many hardships, the humans were defeated by the furs, but not before they sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.

Humans faded into obscurity in history books as furs took over the land, though the small number of humans that remained waged war against those who had taken their freedom.

Many years after the war... those who have freedom, the furs; and those who seek it, the humans; remain rivals to this day.

Humans will stop at nothing to acquire their wishes of renewed freedom.

Furs wish that they could put the past behind them and coincide peacefully.

However... one day, everything changed.

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Mt. Ebott
201X

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"Get over here ya little shit!"

All the wolf heard was his unending, fast-paced breathing, the heavy rain that poured around him. He did his best to drown out the sounds of those who had chased him, though as another gunshot filled the air, a stray bullet piercing the air above his head, he could no longer ignore them. He had to run, or he'd be killed.

Another bullet whirled by, shooting past his left side. He nearly shrieked, but he had to stay as quiet as he could. Despite the thick fog masking his location, he knew that the humans were trailing behind him closely. He tried to pick up the pace, sprinting down the muddy path between the line of trees, nearly tripping multiple times. No turning around, no trying to think of what to do next.

Just run.

The wolf stopped momentarily, seeing the path ahead of him sloping upwards. Now he was going against his previous thought. Should he go up? Or find a different way?

He ran up the slope when he heard two more gunshots, dodging rocks that came rolling out of the fog. He was already tired, panting hard, as tears continued streaming from his eyes, becoming unrecognizable among the rain as the droplets streamed down his face.

"Where the fuck are ye?!"

Hearing the man's voice made the wolf cringe as he picked up the speed, though he slipped on the mud, nearly falling face first into the mud. He threw his hands in front of himself and pressed against the ground, catching himself, before getting up and pressing on. That slowed him down, and now he feared that they would catch him now. He quickly peered over his shoulder saw the silhouette of the man. He knew it to be the man due to his wobbly-stature and drunken strut, waving around a shotgun in one hand and shaking his fist in the other. Though not looking very menacing, the wolf feared him deeply.

Yet another gun shot, this one sounding louder. Two more bullets whizzed over his head as the wolf ducked his head and let out a tiny yelp. Though he managed to gain a sudden rush of adrenaline, running fast now. A few more tears flew from his eyes as his silent wails slowly grew more audible. He kept running until he saw something ahead of him; a tree. He gasped slightly and ran over to it, looking around it.

A hollowed hole.

He clambered inside quickly and pressed himself against the back inner-wall, sniffling and panting, gasping for as much air as his tiny lungs could hold. The tears continued running down his face and dripping off of his chin, landing on the floor. He silenced his sobs as he held his breath, trying to remain perfectly still and quiet. He managed to drown out the rain, and the shouts of the humans, and the gunshots, and now he only heard one thing.

Heart...heartbeat...it's beating so fast...

Bump...bump...bump...bump...

He listened closely. Nothing. He listened far past the rain. Nothing. He felt a slight wave of relief wash over him, though he still shivered, chilled with fear and cold from the downpour. Though now, the wolf felt he could rest, laying down, curled up within the tree, as he felt his eyelids become heavy, drooping over his eyeballs, as his breathing slowed along with his heartbeat, falling into a deep sleep.

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The wolf yawned and stretched in the morning, feeling much better.

All that remained outside was an obviously wet terrain, puddles littering the landscape every few meters. The fog cleared a little, though it was still very prominent. The sun shined warmly into the tree, though the wolf didn't smile, merely shielding his eyes, as he climbed out of the tree slowly and carefully. The wind blew through his fur, making him shiver and rub his arms to remain somewhat warm.

He jumped a little as his eyes shot open fully, the fatigue in his body fading as he heard another gunshot, incredibly loud and incredibly close.

The man was there to his left. He grinned a toothy grin and blinked unevenly, gripping the shotgun harder and swinging around a bottle of what looked like alcohol – probably moonshine or something else of the sort. His tattered and doused clothing made the wolf think he had been out searching all night.

Then again, given the circumstances, that was probably very true.

He felt lucky enough the drunken man drank enough to have poor accuracy, but nobody ever really had good accuracy firing a shotgun with one hand. The man prepared to fire again, but the wolf already took off sprinting. Multiple more shots came from behind him, though he kept running, able to avoid all of the bullets that he saw fly by him.

Then he yelped in agony and fell flat onto the ground, grasping his left shoulder. He winced and groaned in agony, trying not to wail at the unbearable pain. The wolf couldn't lose now. The man had been chasing him for hours, and he was sure the other humans weren't far behind.

One bullet, in his shoulder, that was all.

I can live…I-I just gotta run.

The path sloped up again ahead as he pulled himself off the ground, still clutching his left shoulder, as he sprinted towards the sloped path, this path steeper than the last one. Though the mountain was an open area, he knew of one place to hide.

The mountain cave.

The wolf had heard rumors that whoever climbed the mountain and entered the cave never returned. If those rumors were true, he could send the man o his possible demise, and be rid of him for good…

A day like that, he dreamed of. It filled him with…what was the word…

...determination.

He did it, he reached the cave, standing in front of it and marveling at it slightly, a few more tears pouring from his eyes as the blood slowly poured from his shoulder like a waterfall. Another gunshot behind him prompted him to throw himself into the cavern, falling flat onto the dry land. However, he quickly got up, running forward into the dark cave, trying to lure the man in and trap him.

Then he'd be free, and he could run away, and live a life to himself, and then–

Something caught his foot.

He gasped, the only thing he could hear was his heartbeat slowly picking up in speed. It had been surprisingly slow…and it continued to pick up in tempo.

Bump...bump…bump…bump…bump…bump…bump…

He fell forward, and when he never collided with the ground, he realized what was happening.

The wolf remained still in the air and completely silent as he plummeted into a deep hole, his figuring becoming shrouded by the darkness, as he found himself falling unconscious as he fell straight into the unknown.

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~End Of Chapter~

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