I sighed, grabbing another rock and throwing it into the endless abyss. I listened for the distinct clacking as it hit the sides of the hole on its seemingly endless journey before the sound went beyond even my hearing. I listened to my sibling as she played in the background, finding just the right blades of grass to make that annoying buzzing sound.

"Cut it out, Frisk!" My dog Ink barked in agreement, whining as the noise increased in intensity. Their faint laughter only sought to further my irritation. When the noise continued, I reached for the reigns of my guide dog and stomped over to the little troublemaker.

I roughly grabbed the blade from between her fingers with practiced ease. Their glare was palpable. "I'm blind Frisk, not stupid. I don't care what you do as long as it doesn't involve that specific sound or getting too close to the giant hole in the ground!" Sitting down once more, I let my Labrador retriever go.

We had found this little hole about two weeks ago while climbing over Mt. Ebott. Well, Frisk had found it. I tried to get her to stay away from the pit, but they found a way to sneak out every time. It made me a little uncomfortable, knowing Ink was the only reason I hadn't fallen in yet, but at this point I'm willing to do anything to get back on Frisk's better side.

I was snapped from my thought at the sound of rocks a few feet away being dislodged. A tiny gasp followed. "Frisk!" I shouted, leaping for them. But of course, being unable to see the hole in the ground, it was foolish to even try. Ink tugged at the bottom of my jeans. Just like that, we all went tumbling into the depths. Darkness followed.