(Hello everyone! This is my first little story that I've actually posted, and I'm still working on a writing style. Besides that, enjoy!)

Chapter 1

Frisk looked at the mountain looming above them. They had avoided it for so long, but they didn't have anything left to lose, did they? No, their family was gone, and no one cared them anymore.

They starts walking.

They're tired, lost, cold and hungry. But still, they refused to stop. They marched up the mountain, filled with determination.

Does this thing ever end?

Frisk falls. Something about it felt familiar, the whoosh of air, the temporary feeling of weightlessness, but all new. But why would falling from such a distance be normal? And, more importantly, how could they survive it? A tiny voice in their head was yelling at them to remember, but they couldn't.

Frisk walked to the next room. Inside was a tiny creature. (it looked like a flower, and claimed it was a flower, but I still thought it was something else) They opened their mouth to speak, but nothing came out. They tried again. Why can't they speak? What aren't remembering?

It said its name was Flowey. Flowey the flower.

Flowey the amazing name creator was unbearable to listen to. It had such a high voice Then it threw little white pellets at Frisk. They stared suspiciously, and avoided them. Flowey was getting increasingly angry with every dodge, and at one point he trapped them. They cried for help.

But nobody came.

Then Frisk woke up, biting down a scream of pain that wasn't there, to something even scarier.