Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.
One day war broke out between the two races. After a long and bloody battle the humans came out victorious. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.
Many years later…..
MT. Ebolt 203X
Legends say that those who climb the mountain never return. After being dared by a school friend, a teenager climbed the mountain on a dare. On the way up the tripped down a familiar hole into the world of monsters.
This is UnderLand
Frisk woke up on a pile of dead flowers. "Hello. Is anybody their?" they called.
But nobody came.
Frisk continued to walk down the empty pathways. After what seemed like an hour they came upon a small house.
Entering the house, Frisk could tell nobody had lived there for a while. They walked into the living room shocked by how much of a wreck the room was. An arm chair was split in half, its pieces covering the floor. Books were ripped open and ripped up on the floor as the broken, as the toppled over bookshelf lay in the corner.
Not wanting to see anymore, Frisk left the room and proceeded downstairs. After walking down a long corridor, they came upon busted door that seemed like the exit.
The teen walked through the exit and came upon a snow covered forest. "Is anybody there?" they called out, greeted back with only the eco of their own voice.
As they continued to walk through the forest, fear crept after them. With the feeling they were being watched, the teen walked faster until coming to a complete stop. After hearing the snap of a twig and the crunch of some snow, Frisk turned around. They were greeted by a shadowy figure.
"Come on kiddo. Don't you know how to greet an old friend?" the figure spoke sticking out a bony, skeleton hand. Frisk shook the hand and the figure stepped out of the shadows.
"Long time no see Frisk."