The Best Decisions Aren't Always Made (A Charisk Novel)

by Mr. Dosh

A spunky 14-year-old Canadian boy named Frisk abandons his parents an climbs Mount Ebott. He falls into the underground and undergoes the Pacifist Route. After the route, Frisk notices that something feels strange and unusual. He suddenly encounters Chara, the first human, who is also 14. Buckle up teens, THE BEST DECISIONS AREN'T ALWAYS MADE. (Male Frisk X Female Chara)

1. Prologue

Not everyone is idiotic enough to ditch their parents, and CERTAINLY not idiotic enough to climb Mount Ebott. Yes, you heard me, I climbed Mount Ebott. Full 9,800 feet. And of course you would be absolutely RETARDED to fall in love with a dead child. But I did it anyway. Why? 'Cause I'm a absolute dumbass. But before I can fill you in on that story, I better introduce myself first.

I'm Frio Jackson-Hayes Rodriguez Esq. III, but my friends call me Frisk. You can call me Frisk, but only if I can trust you with this story. I can? Great. I'm from Grand Valley, Quebec, which is in Canada. My mother is an explorer, and my father just does a regular 9-to-5 job. But one day, we were offered to have a tour on Mount Ebott, and that's when crap got real.

"As you can see here," said the tour guy. "These are the eroded remains of an ancient canyon that flourished 650,000 years ago. The Delta people called this canyon Ebo, which means "flourishing beauty" which is where the word Ebott came from. When the canyon eroded, the descendants of the ancient Deltan people called it Ebott, which means "fading beauty". Interesting, no?".

Yeah, I thought. This idiot was about as interesting as a truck full of concrete. It was boring.

Whats on the top? I thought. I was so carried away I broke away from my group. I was so determined to see what was at the top, and DETERMINATION, my friends, lead to what happened to yours truly next.

"Frio, you little man, come on down here," my parents chanted. But I was so determined to see what was up there, I ignored my parental units. For the first time in my life.

"I'm finally there," I wheezed. Only to find out that there was a big gaping crater, smack down the middle of the mountain. I went to go take a closer look, but I slipped on a vine.

"AAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH!" I shrieked, I went tumbling down, down, down. I then landed and hit my head smack hard, and then everything was black.

I then woke up from my blackout 3 minutes later. I got up and walked around. Where am I? I thought. What is this place? I then walked a little bit faster, and then I heard a tiny voice.

"Hee hee hee. Who are you?" said the tiny voice.

"Holy hell," I said, and that reader, begins my story.