So, I've recently fallen back into Undertale readings and looking through the stories on here, gained some inspiration for a new tale. I took down one of my old ones and may be doing a rewrite of it here soon; but until then! Here's a crack at a fresh story!

Warning: This Prologue surrounds itself in a suicide attempt, anxiety, and extreme depression.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Undertale, and only the Original Character Des is of mine.

Prologue

To tell you the truth, when I fell, I thought it was the perfect day to die.

Sometimes, an absolute overwhelming feeling comes over me, and the abyss that's the future seems so vast and so wide that all I feel is absolute terror while I stare into it. How was it going to work out? Would I manage to survive? Would I come out at the end successful or would only more hard times and pain be ahead?

An ever-engulfing sense of anxiety would follow, and as such, I'd sit sweat covered and trembling after waking up from bed. Terrified.

This had been going on for seven years; starting on the day I turned 20. Now cresting the better part of 'late 20's' and nearing ever closer to being 30, I had grown pretty fucking tired of it. I know what you're thinking, 'Christ, hasn't this chick thought about talking to a shrink before? Or maybe, 'I don't know Dez, 7 years of being terrified of things you can't control? Ever thought of medication?'

The answer to both of those is yes, and further extrapolation? Neither helped. The feeling of talking about the future, planning; only for plans to get derailed made it all feel useless; that I was helpless even, and that the struggle wasn't even worth the try. The feeling of being in a drugged haze and numb, snuffed out any feeling at all, made what was killing one problem start up several others. Perhaps it wasn't the right medication, perhaps it wasn't the right psychologist; or maybe I'm just permanently fucked up.

But after going through several talking heads and colored pills; several burned bridges and watching several retreating backs... the ever crushing self-doubt and lack of self esteem, I felt I had nothing. That honestly, there was nothing. There was no way out; and that the future would just be more of the same. Truthfully, I should have checked myself in on a one-way ticket to the happy farm and provided my straightjacket size at the door.

Instead, there I had been, standing on the edge of a hole in Mount Ebott. An endless tunnel with no foreseeable bottom staring back, and for once, it was a perfect day. The sun was shining and the world felt like it hit pause on its ever-daily rotation. The soft sounds of the birds chirping and a cornucopia of floral and earthy scents filled my nose when I breathed in. Everything in my head stopped, and for once, I was there in that very moment.

It seemed important, like the heart racing in my chest should have bothered me. Like the clamminess of my palms should have been a screaming warning sign; but for that moment, I felt as though I was on permanent mute, standing behind a glass as I stared up at the beautiful world around me and lifted my foot.

Mount Ebott had a lot of myths around it you know, and I thought that it would be to my advantage. Mythical wars, monsters, people- particularly children went missing all the time, never to be found when they entered the mountain.

That? That sounded like heaven. I didn't want to be found either.

So, with little thought at all; and ignoring as the world around me seemed to slowly come to a halt- I took my first step forward.

I remember my stomach dropping out from under me and the realization of what I had done hitting me like a speeding train. What had been blissfully numb became that of ice filling my veins as the abyss swallowed me. My thoughts began to churn. The psychological glass I was behind shattered as I plummeted down.

Rather than look to the dark I was being swallowed by; I stared up to the light hole as it started to race away, becoming smaller, and smaller. I wouldn't find it odd until later the thought that filled my head though; as the wind rushing by made my eyes sting and tear, I should have tried again.

But then with that thought, my world went dark, and mute again.