A/N: First, let me start off by saying that I don't own Undertale Or Underfell. Toby Fox is the creator of Undertale and Underfell is a community AU. With that said, I'd like to also say a quick thanks to you for clicking on my story! Hope you enjoy!

Here she was, falling down a seemingly endless hole into the bottom of a mountain. All she wanted was for death to come and erase the pain. Living was hard, surviving was hard, existing was hard. The light before her shrunk at a rapid pace, until all she could see was a tiny pin point of sunshine. Just when it felt like it would never end, she felt her back connect with the hard ground, knocking the air out of her body and letting a sickening crack ring throughout the silence of the cave.

Her mind was fuzzy at best, but the pounding headache made her nauseous and left her immobile. She wanted to scream, to cry, to do something other than lie there and suffer in utter agony. Every breath felt like fire burning through her lungs, every slight twitch sent shocks of pain up her spine, and even opening her eyes was too much of a challenge. So she resigned herself to lay there and suffer a slow, torturous death.

Well, at least that's what she had in mind, but it seemed fate had other plans in store. A timid voice came from beside her, yet she could not move her head towards the sound.

"My god.. are you okay?"

She managed a small wheeze, but even that left her wracked in pain.

"Right, my bad. Oh jeez, um.. stay here. I- uh.. I'll be back!" The voice called before it fell silent once more.

Yeah, right. Where else was she going to go?

The pain roared to life at the slight twitch of her fingers, but she did her best to push past it. Her eyes opened up a small bit, and she could just barely see the sunshine falling from the roof. Her head was spinning, her mind sluggish, and the pain was growing more intense by the second. She angled her eyes to look down at her body, trying to find the source of her pain. Her leg was sticking out at an odd angle, her arm gushed blood from a deep gash along the length of her forearm, and she knew from the difficulty breathing that she had broken a few ribs. She knew from the tremors in her head, she had more than likely cracked her skull after the fall.

Her vision started to blur and she felt something coating the back of her neck. Whatever it was kept spreading down her back, making her feel warm and sticky. Definitely not her ideal death, but she'd take what she could get. The little human closed her eyes as the pain began to ebb away.

Barely registering a frantic voice from beside her, she let out a final sigh before everything went black.