WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^
Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.
Their lives were complicated, but they made things work out.
However, the differences between the two species didn't just limit itself to the physical, but also the psychological.
A monster's soul composes their entire body, therefore, the soul is weak, and the monsters have a much harder time dealing with enemies that they do not wish to fight, or against enemies that have a significant amount of hate in them.
Since the soul is what makes the monster's body, the moment the monster breathes his last breath and falls down, their soul disappears, and the body turns to dust.
The only monsters who have a soul that persists after death are called 'Boss Monsters', and, even then, the monster's soul does not linger for very long.
A human's soul, on the other hand, is the essence of their beings housed into a physical body, as such, humans can have powerful physical attacks no matter what their moods may be, making them stronger than a monster.
The resolve to change fate and the will to live is what gives a human the ever fabled 'Determination', and with this power, a human's soul can persist long after its host body has passed away.
It was soon apparent that monsters could absorb human souls and gain strength from them. If one monster gets just one soul, they will become ten times stronger than they were before. So a monster with a handful of absorbed human souls could be nearly unstoppable.
Humans can also absorb the soul of monsters, but since the vast majority of monster souls disappear immediately, humans were at a disadvantage, since the only monster souls that last long enough are Boss Monsters and there weren't many of those types of monsters.
Fearing that the humans would one day turn on monster kind and slaughter their people, absorb their few boss souls and become dominant over them, the monsters decided to launch a preemptive strike.
One day, the fragile peace between the two races was shattered.
The monsters attacked abruptly and mercilessly, out of pride that they would have a shot at that which humanity had always had. What this was has been lost to the annals of time.
A monster with a human SOUL...A horrible beast with unfathomable power, the humans, afraid of this power, prepared for war on the monsters long in advance.
The Monsters, no matter the numbers in their armies, were too weak to put up a fight; the soul of nearly every monster combined is only just as strong as the power of single human SOUL.
Not a SOUL was taken, not a single human casualty and countless monsters were massacred with their bodies turned to dust.
After what can hardly be called a war, the monsters were forced to surrender and the humans were victorious.
Though they were the ones attacked, the humans showed mercy and spared what remained of their aggressors in this war. The humans gathered seven of their greatest magicians and sealed the monsters under Mount Ebott with a magic spell with the goal of monsters never being able to return...this barrier, however, is not completely perfect.
Anything can fall through the barrier on Mount Ebott, however, only a being with the soul of a human and a monster can successfully escape out to the Surface.
The barrier can be broken, but seven human souls are required to do so, as they would equal the same power as the original spell itself.
Many years after the war, this is what was passed down for generations to understand.
From being a fact to a legend, and lastly to a myth...Now all that is left is an old warning, that those who climb the mountain never return.
Now in the year 201X, I know all this, I've always been curious about lore and fables, I find them incredibly fascinating. This was one of the main reasons why I go to the mountain every two weeks, that and it's where people tend to throw their lives away. I mean, what better place to end it all than in a place where you are warned that you'll 'never come back from.'?
Why do I do this?
Well, call it morbid or dark, but it's sort of my little hobby. See, these people often leave things behind. Sometimes its notes about why they're doing what they are doing. Other times its objects of personal value. Now most of the time, I pocket what I find useful. But...I will admit to having an occasional soft spot and I'll send these things to wherever they should end up. Whether or not any of that crap makes it to where it needs to ain't my problem.
No one really knows I do any of this creepy shit. My family tends to just tolerate my existence as a state of just being. Ironic as I was the only pregnancy dear mom and dad actually planned on. But fuck it. Who gives a shit, am I right? I live for me because that's who I know has my back.
In the wake of all that lore of humans and monsters, the world seems to have grown considerably. War is down. Crime is tolerable to a point. There's this weird sense of peace that lets the average-joe get up and do fuck all t is they need to do. It sickens me. This ideal of a safe world at peace when that is far from the truth. So many people are dying at this very second and yet everyone is none the wiser.
Let me give some prime examples of the number of deaths for the leading causes of death. Heart disease takes out about 633,842 people a year. Cancer steals away 595,930 lives. Chronic lower respiratory diseases fizzle out 155,041 people. Accidents (unintentional injuries) randomly end 146,571 in some pretty odd ways. Stroke or Cerebrovascular diseases kill 140,323. Alzheimer's disease steals 110,561. Diabetes drains away 79,535. Influenza and Pneumonia drown out 57,062. Nephritis, nephrotic syndrome and nephrosis strip away 49,959 lives. And last but not least...Intentional self-harm (suicide) removes 44,193 souls from the shackles of this mortal coil.
This life...This world...Since birth, it's all been like a stupid joke with the punchline being a massive middle finger in the face. What's the point even? Are we nothing more than numbers to be added to this pile of statistics? What is the meaning behind so much crap that happens? Is it all just pointless? Are we merely the entertainment of some higher power that is watching and laughing at our pathetic attempts at understanding? As you can guess, I tend to dive a bit deep into some dark corners in my head. I sometimes think too long about such subjects. That's when I feel the most emotion that comes to me in this world...depression.
I often find myself staring up at the mountain and just imagine what it would be like if I did the same as those, let's call them 'brave', people that had the balls to actually go into that haunted place. Would my disappearing even make a blip on anyone's radar? My family already doesn't care what I do or how I end up coming home with these random 'trinkets'. Nor do they even show the slightest hint at noticing the times when I need someone to just say 'hi' or 'how was your day' to feel like I'm not just a shadow. So if they, the ones who are supposed to care about me the most, won't miss me, I highly doubt some stranger will. People go missing all the time. Most go unreported because no one even knew they were gone in the first place.
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I think...I think today I will become 'brave'.
I wake up feeling nothing. I eat some leftover food feeling nothing. I wash up feeling nothing. Do some random stuff around the house in the hopes that maybe...Maybe they will notice something isn't right and ask me what's wrong...yet it's all just the same. By the afternoon, I leave out to the mountain with only the clothes on my back and my iPod. Hey, if I'm going to end it I at least want to do so with the sound of someone else's voice. That way...That way it doesn't have to feel like I'm so alone.
Like normal, the mountain is cold. The air chilled by death itself. At least, that's what the poetic side of me likes to think. The entrance is a bit hidden, trees try to block its mouth but it's still noticeable if you know what to look for. The cave itself is massive and deep, the possibilities for disappearing are endless. Not even 20 feet inside and I find small crystals, by the looks of it, more appear further in. With my luck, I'll end up impaled on these things if I don't do this right.
I follow the faintly glittering trail that is soon accompanied by tiny dead vines. It's like I'm going further down the rabbit hole and ending up in Wonderland...Only Wonderland is really my grave. Geez, even my own sense of humor is depressed. Normally I can get a couple dark jokes in before feeling this low. I suppose I've hit my limit then. Further in I find the heart of this cave. An enormous hole, the long-dead vines are creeping out of it, as if to lure me right to the edge.
"Oh, how you humbly call me once more, my dear old friend. You sought to claim me in my infancy, then again multiple times in my youth. And now that I stand in my prime, I come before thee of my own accord and seek an audience. Tell me, oh sweet death, is now my time? Does my bell toll at last?"
I know this can be my end, one wrong move and it's game over world, but I am strangely, I don't know...giddy about this. About dying. Never thought I'd be this okay with turning my lights out.
"Alright shuffle...Play for me my going away song. And please...Let it be something decent."
I hit the random play button and an old classic tune-up.
"Mmmm...Sing me out, old blue eyes."
Nothing like the voice of Frank Sinatra. Now, this is a good way to go. Not with a bang and not with a whimper, but with old blue eyes blasting that voice of his as the big band plays to your very soul.
" And now, the end is near. And so I face the final curtain. My friend, I'll say it clear. I'll state my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and every highway. But more, much more than this. I did it my way.
I sway, letting myself go with that soft song.
" Regrets, I've had a few. But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do. And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course. Each careful step along the byway. And more, much more than this. I did it my way ."
The music carries me now. I dance to it along the edge of the abyss that seems to have no bottom.
" Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew. When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt. I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall. And did it my way. "
Oh, Frank, how did you know just what to say.
" I've loved, I've laughed and cried. I've had my fill my share of losing. And now, as tears subside. I find it all so amusing. To think I did all that. And may I say - not in a shy way. Oh no, oh no, not me. I did it my way ."
I shut my eyes and let fate decide what is to become of me.
" For what is a man, what has he got. If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels. And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows. And did it my way... "
Suddenly, I feel nothing beneath my feet. The air begins to rush along my skin. This is it. I can finally end all this. I keep my eyes shut. No need to open them now. Soon I'll be sleeping for eternity.
" Yes, it was my way. "
The music fades in my ears as I sink into the dark abyss as it swallows me completely.
[THUD]
And then there was nothing.
Now, the story begins.