Hello People of the internet! This is my first story that I'm publishing in a public domain, so please take it easy on me. My goal in this story is to try to piece together the full story of Undertale as best I can. Though of course most of the story is free for the player to decide on themselves, this is how I tend to see the story. Fair warning: I've never played Undertale myself, but I have seen several YouTubers play it, but I've got no real experience with this game, but I'm still publishing a story about it. What could possibly go wrong? First few chapters will focus on Chara and her life in the Underground.

I would also like to thank Sayan Krillin for being one of the people who inspired me to get into writing.

I do not own Undertale. Undertale is owned by Toby Fox.

Chapter 1: Mt. Ebott

The late day sun shone over the forest, casting long shadows as it set on another day. A single child runs through the trees, their breath coming in heavy gasps as they climb over roots and fallen logs, their once bright cloths now covered in ash and dirt in a poor attempt at camouflage, their once smooth hair now tangled in messy knots they desperately tried to stay ahead of their pursuers.

Unknown POV

As I run through the forest, branches scratch at my face, and tug on my hair and clothing. It stings, but I have to keep going. I can hear shouting through the trees as I run through the forest, away from my home.

My foot catches on a root and I trip and stumble forward a few steps before I manage to right myself and begin running once again. 'I have to get away somehow, I need to hide.' I had heard stories about others who've been caught in situations like this one, even if I am only six winters old, I know what it means. If I get caught, it's all over, one way or another, he would have told them about me.

They would know.

That thought of what could happen if I'm caught fills me with the determination to try getting away, giving me the strength to push on, running faster despite the burning in my chest and legs. I'm not going to last much longer and they know it. 'My arms and legs feel so heavy, but I have to keep moving, I have to stay ahead of them.'

I've been running like this since dawn today, trying hard to stay ahead of those chasing me. I was hoping that it would take them a little longer to catch up with me, but it turns out they brought their hunting dogs with them, and they tracked me to the tree I was sleeping in, it was pure luck that I was already on the move again.

Looking ahead, I can see a cave at the base of the Mt. Ebott and a small path leading up to it. I run towards it, praying that it was the cave from those old stories. Maybe I can lose these people in the darkness. The trees are spread thinner this close to the mountain, I won't have much time before they find me.

I reach the cave, only to realize the mistake I've made. The cave is shallow, making it more like a small cavern then a deep cave. The sun easily lights up this whole area. Should I turn back? No, I can make out some of the words they are shouting now, they saw me already, and they're closing in fast.

I was hoping for a bit more time but the trees are spread too thin this close to the mountain, and the barks of their dogs are getting louder as they close in. Hiding probably wouldn't help anyway, the dogs that they have with them could track my sent, that's how they found me so fast. I can't escape and get away now.

Disparate, I force my limbs to move once more, pushing further into the cavern. Maybe I can find some crack or hole, some small place to hide where they won't be able to reach?

There was nothing. The walls are smooth water trickling down into small pools of fresh water, lining both sides of the cavern. Stone spikes sprouted from the roof and floor of the cavern, along with a few rocks and some vines, but there was nothing of any use to me.

'How could he do this to me? I trusted him. He took care of me when nobody else did, and now look at me. I'm hungry, cold, tired, and I'm scared.' Looking forward once more, I come to a stop, gasping for air from the long chase.

I'm at the back of the cavern, a dark hole sat in the floor in front of me like an open mouth. I'm trapped. My chest and legs burned from running as I look around myself, searching for the slimmest chance of a last ditch exit or hiding spot, but it's too late now.

My pursuers had finally caught up to me, and even they were panting and covered in sweat from the long chase. They were holding back their dogs using iron chains, their weapons gleaming in the light of the setting sun. They blocked the cavern entrance. There was nothing else that I can do. I was finally trapped.

-Flashback-

The bounty hunters came to the village looking for me, following rumors of a 'blood cursed child' and looking to make some easy coin, one way or another. The village – the one just two days ago I had called my home – just traded me away like a bag of coins in exchange for the promise of safety from raider groups and attacks from forest beasts.

These hunters would deal me however they wished. My village would give them a bag of coins to do so, and semi annual tributes to protect them from raiding parties.

It had all been set up by him. He had made the offer and announced it to the town, all that I could do was hide and watch as my own parents had signed the paper giving consent for this trade themselves, followed by the village elder, giving the paper his seal, making it official. A collective cheer went through the whole village, as they had finally found a way to get rid of me.

The bounty hunters, surrounded by cheering villagers, accepted the following contract: the 'blood cursed child' –that's me- goes away, nobody cared how they did it, they just wanted me gone. One of the villagers would go with them to make sure that this part was taken care of, so of course he had volunteered instantly. The hunters can return to the village once the job is done and become the guardians of the city, basically like paying them to play soldier for the village, and they'll be given housing and gold to protect the village and its people from raider parties and forest beasts. The newly made guardians get paid a lot of coin just for the job of getting rid of me, and semi annual pay for protecting the village.

For such easy money, where the worst threat to the village is a badly planned raid from a nearby village or the occasional hungry bear or curious wolf from the forest, they took the job, and I had to start running.

I couldn't ask for help, who would I ask? I was alone in the world. Nobody would help a cursed child.

-Flashback End-

I couldn't get out. I couldn't hide. But I had put up a good fight, running for the better part of two days, leaving at early dawn before the sun was up and fleeing the village, running well into the night before stopping to rest. But the hunters had dogs with them, trained to track down the sent of their pray, and I was tired and hungry, I hadn't eaten before I left the village, after all…

I was being hunted like a rabbit.

Shadows cast from the light of the setting sun brought me out of my thoughts to refocus my attention back on the hunters. They had spread out across the mouth of the cavern, blocking the only exit and crushing any lasting hope of escape. And there he was, standing proudly in the center of the group, as if he was their leader. The one person I thought that I could trust in the whole village.

The one I had once called my brother.

He had joined the hunting party just so he could witness my last moments under the guise of acting as eye witness. He joined just so he could watch me suffer one last time.

My brother was always the perfect one, the one who could do no wrong, even when I see him stealing and lying to the village, they still think he's perfect. The one who would do everything right, even when I could do just as well as him.

My brother started to approach, and I took a half step back. Something caught on my right foot as I stepped back. I tried to find my balance, but before I could, I felt the ground under me give out and crumble away, falling into the hole that was now under my feet.

Time seemed to slow and stretch as the ground gave away and I began to fall, a feeling of weightlessness and impending death stretching a single moment into forever. A root had caught my foot as I stepped back and had caused me fall. I saw my brother rushing forward, his arm outstretched to try to catch me before I fell, either out of fear of having wasted so much time chasing a child through the forest, or the risk of loosing his entertainment of watching me suffer, I couldn't tell, but one look at my brother's eyes revealed no fear of losing his sibling.

We looked into each others eyes. His cold hazel-gray eyes looked into my own bright scarlet eyes. There was no sibling love to be found anywhere on my brother's face, so I made my choice.

I was determined to get one small victory over him, no matter the cost.

Not that I had much left to lose.

As my older brother's hand reached out for me, I smiled at him. 'So close brother, and yet still so far away.' I kicked out, pushing off the remains of the crumbled ground and flew out into the air over the pit, out of his reach. If I was going to die, then I was going to make sure that my brother didn't get everything that he wanted, and I was going to make sure he didn't get to watch it happen.

I closed my eyes, and let myself fall into the pit.

Brother's POV

My hand closed on empty space as I came to a stop at the edge of the hole. She just jumped! I watched as my sister smiled at me as she fell into the pit, swallowed whole by the shadows and vanishing from sight.

She was so close to my hands, but she pushed off the crumbled ground and sailed out over the hole. We spent two whole days chasing down this little brat, and for nothing. I had almost thought she might have gotten away a few times when it was discovered she had fled the village, and we had to spend a whole day tracking her scent using the dogs, but it had still taken us a day and a half just to catch up to her. It was a stroke of luck that she had trapped herself in this cavern, or we might have had to chase her all night too.

The hunters had spread out across the mouth of the cavern, blocking her exit, all I had to do was grab her and bring her back to them. Bring her back to the bounty hunters and watch as the dogs ripped her apart or the raiders cut her to pieces with their weapons, or something! I just had to make sure she died, ending her damn blood curse.

And I almost had her, too. I had almost made sure she was gone form the picture for good. All I had to do was give them that blood cursed child, the one I was sickened to say I even knew existed, much less as close to me as being my sister.

But the selfish brat had jumped instead.

And she was smiling at me when she did it, too, as if she was mocking me for my failure.

I stare into the black void of the hole, my fist closed on empty air as I felt my blood boil with rage. They would rather die by their own doing then surrender to the wishes of our family and village? Fine, so be it. She was still dead.

Turning away from the yawning void of darkness, I look over my shoulder to face the group of raiders. Their leader approaches and stands next to me, looking into the void.

"It's as if this were a portal into the land of death," he mutters. "I'm impressed the kid jumped, it shows they have great strength and defiance," he chuckles to himself, "well, either that or their real damn stubborn." His voice is gravely and deep, demanding your attention just by being heard, he's a large man, easily over seven feet tall, and his arms covered in scars from old battles. His dark brown hair comes with a heavy dusting of gray around his ears and along the back of his scalp. His messy hair is chopped rough, as if he cut it with a dull blade, which come to think of it, he probably did.

I turn to him, about to ask a question of what he'll do since he doesn't have the head of the cursed child, but pause when I see he takes out the contract the village gave to him and his group of hunters. Scrawled on the contract is the list of requirements that had to be filled for the contract to be complete. He simply skims the paper, nods once, and puts the paper away again.

I can see a faint gleam in his icy blue eyes shining a bit as he seems to remember memories made long ago. "Reminds me of myself when I was young." I watch him as he holds a hand out over the black pit, a bundle of flowers clutched in his hand before he drops them in, letting them fall into the inky darkness that had just taken my sister.

He turns to face the rest of his group, his face hard and expressionless again. "Listen up, we're heading back now, we've taken care of the blood cursed child, just as the villagers have asked," he turns to me, but keeps speaking to the group of hunters, "now it's time for the villagers to hold up their end of the bargain." His men throw up their fists as they clutch their weapons, giving a loud cheer before they turn and leave the cavern.

I watch him march away from the pit and back into the forest, it takes a moment for my mind to realize what he meant, we hadn't failed? We didn't kill her, sure, she just jumped. That still counts? I can't tell if she died from the fall. After a time, I follow after him to return to the village, leaving behind the dark hole in the earth, hidden under Mt. Ebott.

A blood cursed child falling into a dark and hellish void of darkness, hidden under a cursed mountain, rumored to have vicious monsters roaming underneath surface in their stone tomb, sealed away long ago by the human race after some kind of grand battle.

A shudder runs down my spine as I leave the cavern and enter the forest, leaving behind an empty cavern with an abyss like hole, the child I once had to call family having fallen into the depths, as though grabbed by the demons that roamed below. I quickly regroup with the raiders. The sun had set and the stars were shining in the sky above. We'll get back to the village in a day and a half.

That's plenty of time to come up with a lie, if it comes down to it. I've done it plenty of times. Someone looses their ring? Something small disappears from a family home? Some gems and jewels go missing? All people just need a simple distraction and, well sometimes things get lost, right? And a certain red eyed child happens to be around at the time, what's the harm, there's a distraction and someone to take the blame, because who's to say the cursed child didn't somehow steal it, right?

I'll be the hero of the village, and I'll never have to work another day in my life.

So tell me what you think of the story so far, please don't just tear down the story to hurt my feelings, it wouldn't work.