Authors Note: This will be more of a testing-the-waters kind of thing. Not new to writing, more new to fanfic. I've played Undertale once. I chose the Pacifist route, so I cant really bring myself to do a genocide run, or any other run to be perfectly honest. I kinda stumbled upon the fanfic group for Undertale, and while some of it is absolute trash, most of the fics I've read are pretty damn good. This'll be a quick read, and one that could really use some criticism. I could care less if it's constructive or not. Haven't decided on a name for the character yet, maybe some ideas in the comments? Now, onto the fic. Oh, and please let me know if you want me to continue.
Run. One word. It was all it took. The distant calls of artillery. The impacts were, however, not so distant. I was just a boy, watching as the lives of hundreds were torn apart. Only for a second had I stopped running from the curdling screams to look at what I had avoided. I saw my village, or rather what was left of it. It was nearly devoid of life, with only few left. The sound of my people screaming, the smell of burning flesh, the sight of spilt blood. The stream in the town surely ran red.
Mount Ebott was the only refuge to be found within twenty miles. I had heard the stories of people climbing the mountain and never coming back, but frankly, I didn't care. Nor did I believe them, really. As I climbed the air became thinner, and I started to lose strength and focus. The world started to spin around me. Elevation sickness. Nausea. Keep running.
I stumbled onto an overgrown dirt path. I could only hear my heartbeat. I struggled to keep moving, and slowed to a stop. I looked at my surroundings. It must be past midnight. A canopy of evergreen trees, some strewn bushes. Nothing unusual. A tune ran through the night air.
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone..
Am I really that starved of air?
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone..
I walked towards the origin of the tune. It seemed higher up the mountain, so I climbed.
But when I see you hanging about with anyone..
A voice. It sang the last two verses.
It's not unusual to see me cry..
I approached an opening in the mountain.
Oh, I wanna die.
I looked around the opening of the crevice. Darkness. What is the famous saying? Curiosity killed the cat? Fuck it. I leaned over and peered into the darkness. I saw a blue glow at the bottom, but it disappeared when I looked at it. I felt a wind behind me, along with a sense of pure power. And sarcasm. But mostly power.
"Hey, kiddo? Watcha doin up here so late? Are you high? Heh." I blacked out as it laughed at it's own terrible joke.
