Undertale: The Unofficial fan-fic

by GamingYugi27

Frisk has had a not-so-good life. Her parents got divorced, she was sent to an orphanage, everything a child WOULDN'T want. That is all going to change once she makes some new friends, and an unusual enemy. (SPOILER ALERT)

1. Chapter 1

This story is told in 3rd person, in the human's point of view.

[SPOILERS ARE UNDERWAY (HAH! Unintentional pun)]

This story is written by me. I personally think of the human as more feminine (I might get sick of referring to the human as 'they'), so don't yell in the reviews about how you 'know' the human is a boy. The human was intentionally made gender-neutral by the creator, Toby Fox, and we all have our own thoughts and opinions on the gender of the human, so I think of the human as a girl, and that is that. Please enjoy.

CHAPTER 1

By GamingYugi

Do you remember the war? Do your grandparents? Do your early ancestors remember? All that is known of the war is that it was a war between monsters, and humans. It happened so long ago. Does that ring any bells? Hopefully. This long tale of a little child follows that exact war, hundreds of years later, in 201X.

'WARNING: DO NOT TRESPASS' said a crooked wooden sign on the side of the dirt path leading up to Mount Ebott. Like any child, Frisk was curious. What was on that mountain? The magical barrier said to have trapped the monsters underground for centuries to come. Frisk skipped up the trail, her brown, smooth shoulder length hair, bobbing behind.

Once Frisk reached the top of the short mountain, she had run out of breath. Gasping for air, she grasped a wooden stick tightly in her hand. It took her a second to notice the small gouges she left in the innocent dirt ground.

Frisk used her baby-like hands to sweep the dirt back into the trail the stick made. She patted the loose earth down, and was on her way.

Frisk approached the large hole at the top of Mount Ebott. Frisk looked down into it, she couldn't see the bottom. Just a step further… maybe another? Just one more. Frisk suddenly fell forward. She swung her arms violently around and around to try not to lose her balance. She gasped as the root she tripped on gave away, and Frisk stumbled into the seemingly endless hole.

Frisk's life seemed to flash before her eyes, in black and white strobe lights. Her father yelling about divorce, that cruel kid at the orphanage, her own reflection. She screamed, wanting a way out of this hell, and then darkness.

Pure darkness covered Frisk's vision, like a black cape. Nothing but darkness.