This is my first fanfic, so it might suck. I have no idea whether or not I'm going to carry on with the writing of this, so if you like what you see in the prologue, please tell me. Enjoy!
Frisk had just fallen into Mount Ebott. It seemed as if it would be a normal pacifist run. But something seemed peculiar. They realized their eyes were open, and they could speak, but there was still something more unsettling.
Flowey wasn't in their usual spot. In fact, Flowey wasn't there at all. Confused, Frisk continued towards the entrance of the Ruins. Surprisingly, not even Toriel was waiting there to lead them through the many puzzles and traps.
Frisk still remembered the code to operate the Ruins from many previous runs. They then continued to venture through the Ruins, through spikes, switches, and more. There were no monsters within the Ruins, and Frisk soon discovered that even Napstablook wasn't present.
They soon stumbled upon the entrance of Toriel's house, from which the smell of butterscotch-cinnamon pie emanated. They proceeded to enter Toriel's humble abode. Upon entering, they noticed that no one was inside. Frisk then followed the scent of freshly baked pie into the kitchen, where they still found nothing.
They wondered to themself, "Where has everyone gone? Could they be on the surface already? Could they be in Snowdin? Or maybe Hotland?" Their assumptions were soon denied, as the sound of footsteps could be heard coming their way. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Frisk said.
"What? Someone's awake at this time? Wait, Frisk… Is that you?" Frisk was startled by the unknown voice, but it soon became familiar to them.