Down the Rabbit Hole
The stars twinkle tentatively against the blanket of darkness hanging overhead. My footfalls crunch loudly as I trudge up the mountains, trying to navigate without the light of the moon. The trees tower above me forebodingly, bare branches reaching like claws. I shiver against the autumn breeze that whips past, but forge onward. Go to the top of Mt. Ebott at night and come back. Sounded simple enough. Putting the words to action proves to be a little bit harder. I freeze as I think I hear something moving in the night, but it's just a twig rubbing against a tree trunk.
So why the hell am I walking at night, near winter, up a mountain that legend says no one returns from? Well, the answer is actually pretty simple. I've managed pretty well on the streets by myself since the old folk passed away, but I got an invitation to join The Family. They could take care of me better than I could by myself and better than those foster parents did. All I got to do is one last test to prove myself, and I'm in.
I squint as I walk under some pine trees that block out the little light out. I can't really see five feet in front of me. I cry out as my foot catches on a root and I go tumbling forward. 'Course, I expect to faceplant on the leafy forest floor. Instead, I keep going. My heart's thumping, the world's spinning, darkness crawling in from all sides. My teeth chatter violently, not just from the cold, but from a sudden realization. I'm going to die. Just turned thirteen, and now I'm falling, and gonna either die from the impact, or be trapped wherever I end up.
And no one will notice.
Twelve years, and I don't have anyone that will even think of me. No one will shed a tear for Frisk Cullhed. No one will remember. I'll die without ever have making a difference.
I scream, clenching my teeth, eyes traitorously streaming tears. I will not die like this. I won't! I'm still falling, a cold draft rising up from whatever kind of cavern I'm going into. I curl into a ball, holding onto that single thought. I will not die. I will live. I will make a difference in someone's life. I will make friends. I will grow up and be happy. I won't just disappear.
I black out.
(A/N): I feel like I should give more background to this fanfic. First it was a, hey, what would happen if Frisk was a normal human that got scared and retaliated when some monsters like Undyne or Muffet attacked them? Then (cause I'm obsessed with Gaster) I was like, what if Gaster was in there somewhere? Okay, so it sounds a little lame when I put it like that, but bear with me because the story itself will get better (I think). Second fanfic, constructive criticism welcome, please enjoy!