A/N: READ THIS: The rest of the story will be in first person P.O.V. It's from the view of the main character... an OC character. They have a bit of an interesting/slack way of writing. I hope I don't lose their flow when writing this. They'll probably say something weird along the way that might not make sense to you. Just saying, 'bacon balls' is bad, and 'cheese balls' is good. Most of the time ;) Also, we won't find out their name until later... dun dun.

The main character is a bit different from Frisk, and the two are connected. You'll learn more about them later.

This chapter was posted on my DA, and I'm sure some of you have already read it. If not, cool, it's here! (Note: I changed a few minor things.) And thank you for all the reviews, I'm glad you guys are excited!

P.S- This story will be updated on Saturdays and Tuesdays (or another day depending on where you live). There's a special reason why it's updated on Tuesday, which you'll learn about later...

~Chapter 1: Don't judge a mountain by its monsters~

There's two kinds of people in the world, I think: heart people and brain people. In other words, peeps who use their brains more, and peeps who use their hearts more. And not their actual hearts... don't they pump blood around or something?

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm a heart dude. I thought I was a brain dude- y'know, that smarty-farty jazz. But no. Turns out I use my heart way more. But hey, it's not bacon balls being a heart or brain dude. They both have their uh-ohs! and yipees!, and they can be... what's the word... similar, too. This all sounds pretty weird, but once you get it, you get it. If you wanna tell 'em apart, just remember: do you like love or safety more? You gotta think deeply 'bout it, like if you're selfish and all that. But you'll know. I'm a kid (a weird kid, just saying), but you got me on this.

I was getting the flow of all this when I was kicked outta my next family. I'd been kicked out of families before, so I was used to the feels. But this time it felt harder on me. It felt like I had a home, and peeps who loved me, that jazz. It was the closest thing to a cheese balls family I'd had. But no. I was thrown out.

I kinda wanted to cry, give up, or keep looking for a home- garbage or not. The two boys- called the Di Casturoes- I was hanging with were like my big bros. I ran into them when I was kicked outta the fam that came before (the Fennixes). The bros were also having family troubles. They were running away from their parents and going to their uncle's. We hooked up. I was the "lil' sibling" in the group. They were cool beans with the jazz 'bout me not being a boy or girl. Yeah. I'm genderless.

The three of us scrounged 'round, making a little family. My "big brothers" were pretty cool beans. They were kids like me: Corey, the older dude, was twelve. The younger dude, Darius, was ten. I was seven. All the fams I've been in- even my real fam- have a lil' place in my heart, even if they dumped me. Corey and Darius have... I guess the second biggest place, once-upon-a-time having the first. It felt like no jazz would split us up.

But then some weird jazz happened… I can't remember… and they went on their journey without me. I was alone. But I wasn't gonna be bacon balls with 'em. I got it. I didn't deserve love, anyway. Look at what I was.

So, there I was, back on the streets, my 'cheese balls' home. I moved onto the streets when I was, like, five. No. I was... what's the word, forced onto the streets by my parents. My memory was kinda bleh. I didn't get why they'd done it. I just knew they had. Also, it felt like something... was, what's the word... missing from my memory. Like... something that was meant to be there wasn't. But I didn't get it. Not until later.

Anyway. I'll never forget that sec of ahh!, waking up on the streets, alone, scared, all that. All I had was this long, light-brown cloak my real mom used in some movie (she was an actor), and a bottle of chloroform- the stuff that'd knocked me out so my parents could kick me out. I had no fluffing idea what they were for. Also I had no food or water, and I was gonna die and jazz. Well cheese-balls.

I didn't know where to go. 'Cause I was, like, only five (turning six soon) I cried for holy. I called out for my parents, my fam, anyone. But nobody came. That's the first time I was lonely. I didn't get it.

After crying for forevsies (I didn't cry a lot- only when I wasn't 'round others), I went to some doorstep, wearing the cloak. I knocked on the door, still looking all soppy. This lady was there.

"Oh dear!" she cried. "Sweetie… what are you doing here? Where are your parents?"

"Mommy and Daddy are gone," I said, still cheesy. "I'm lost."

"Oh my…" the lady frowned. "I'll call the police and-"

"No!" I yelled. "No police! I… I wanna stay!" My brain told me the cops would take me back to my parents, and then they'd get in trouble, and they'd hate me more.

"You can't stay here," the lady laughed, being all ehehehe... "You have to go to your Mommy and Daddy."

"Mommy and Daddy don't care," I said. "I don't wanna go to them. I wanna stay here."

"Sweetie…" the lady sighed. "Ugh… I'm too soft around children. Alright. You can stay here. But only for a bit."

'A bit' ended up being a few months. The lady got all cheesy with me in 'bout a month. A month later, things... went bacon balls. The lady was acting... like, ehh, when I was 'round. Like I'd done something bacon balls. But I didn't remember doing anything bacon balls. Weird, huh?

"S-sweetie," the lady asked one day. "Where… where did you come from? Where did your parents leave you?"

"Streets." I said, looking out the window. And that's where she dumped me the next day, like my real parents had. Holy crap. So I looked for another family, and the soppy junk repeated. I felt really bacon balls and soppy, but I tried not to fluff 'bout it. I got it. They hate me. When the Di Casturoes left me, that was the last pickle in the hen house. I was 'bout ready to say, 'fluff this'.

So I... what's the word, traveled. I didn't know where the fluff I was going. Holy, I could've been goin' to Candyland! That'd be pretty cheese balls, actually... Anyway, after a bit I came to this town near this mountain called Mount Ebott. I felt like I'd seen it before... it was weird. My river didn't flow with it.

I didn't really fluff 'bout the mountain, even though I felt like I'd seen it before. I just wanted to pig out then crash. I hadn't eaten for a few days and I was really hungry (but I was used to that jazz- I'm a cheese balls crash-dieter and I'll eat just 'bout anything). I hung out behind some weird dress shops, only 'cause I found them kinda cheese balls. I'm a weird kid. I like weird stuff.

I ate some trash (yes, real trash). I was pretty hungry so I didn't give a fluff 'bout germs or whatever. I had leftover cookies, salad, that jazz. I didn't wanna get any on my cloak, 'cause that and the chloroform are from my real fam. I didn't fluff 'bout getting jazz on my striped shirt, though- that was from the Di Casturoes, if you wanna know. Birthday present. Ah bacon balls, I'ma start crying... Nah, I'm cool beans.

After 'dinner'- some old fish and chips- I decided to suss out town. I went into the dress shops- I didn't buy anything 'cause I had no money. Then I went to the info joint. There was all that tourist stuff, like magnets and brochures. I looked at the brochures. I saw some were for jazz like flying foxes and fun parks. I felt soppy 'cause I'd never been to a fun park. I'm a weird kiddy, but I'm still a kiddy. Fun's cheese balls.

Then I saw this one 'bout Mt. Ebott, the mountain... that part of me knew 'bout. It said some jazz 'bout 'the disappearing children', and 'underworld monsters'. I wasn't into fantasy and all that... but holy crap, I felt like reading for some reason. I opened the brochure. It was talking 'bout the 'myth of the monsters' or some jazz.

"Stories say that many years ago," it read. "Humans and monsters lived peacefully together. Then, one day, there was a war between them. The humans won and banished the monsters under the mountain. The monsters were furious and cursed the mountain. All children that have climbed up have never been seen again."

Fake! I thought. Monsters. Really, peeps? It sounded pretty dumb to me. Monsters aren't real, I thought. Probably just some bacon balls story someone made up to keep peeps off the mountain. The kiddies probably just fell off or something. I looked at Mt. Ebott. I felt weird. But what if it is real? I thought. What if monsters are real? That part of me that knew 'bout the mountain felt weird. I don't get it.

The rest of the day I hung out, looking for food or extra cash. I found a few bucks and some old fried chicken behind a KFC. Not really... what's the word, healthy.

I slept behind the weird dress shop. Actually, I didn't really sleep. For some reason, I kept thinking 'bout the monsters. I told myself a gazillion times it was just a bunch of stories, but they wouldn't go away. It was like someone was tryna tell me something. It drove me nuts. And I was starting to believe it.

The next day I thought 'bout what I was gonna do. I thought 'bout moving in with another family, somewhere out here. But I freaked and thought they'd dump me, like everyone else. I was used to that feeling, 'course, but I was getting tired of it. Tired of getting dumped. Y'know... 'cause of my heartache from the Di Casturoes. So I thought I'd wait a bit before I went family-hunting. I didn't truly wanna give up. My heart wouldn't let that.

I got bored, so I sussed out the town again. There wasn't anything new or awesome-sauce. I looked at Mt. Ebott. I thought 'bout the monsters. I thought they were, like, bacon balls... er, thingos, who did bacon balls things to kids. The thought made me freak. I told myself again that monsters weren't real. But I was feeling... itchy...? I wanted to go to Mt. Ebott. Nah. I had to go to it.

I got closer to Mt. Ebott. It was pretty big. I frowned. I'll never find a loving family, I thought. Who cares if I never come back? I sighed. No one will ever fluff 'bout me… They all just chuck me out.

Alrighty dite, I decided. I'm going up this... holy crap, that's big! Mountain.

I put pics from my times with the Di Casturoes, my chloroform, other thingos from other fams, and some old biscuits from the bin in my pockets. I didn't know how long I'd be up there, but I didn't think it'd be long. I'd just go for a lil' looksy, and I'd be off in a few mins. Jazz didn't go to plan.

I went up this big path, ignoring signs saying, 'BEWARE'. Whatever. I looked at the tall trees and bushes, looking out for anything bacon balls. Nothing... yet. Halfway up the mountain I had a snack break and ate some of my biscuits. Then I went back to my journey, looking at the grass growing on the mountain, the bleh rocks, all that. Nothing holy crap! or even uh oh. This mountain's not so bacon balls, I thought. Why's everyone scared of it?

I decided 'cause I wasn't finding jazz, I'd go back and laugh it off. I was 'bout to do that when I saw this scary cave. It stood out from all the trees and jazz. Like a rocky hill. I looked inside. There were plants… and some kind of opening? Weird.

My... scared-ness didn't want me to go in. My brain was all like, yah, scared-ness' right. But my heart was all like, what's not cheese balls 'bout a cave? I wondered if there were monsters in there. Scary monsters that ate soppy kiddies like me…

Holy, dude, I thought angrily. Monsters aren't real! I was filled with determination as I looked at the cave. I wanted to know I was spot on the mark: no monsters. So slowly, I went into the cave, seeing all this dark jazz. It felt scary and stuff. I didn't feel cool beans anymore. But my heart was like, go on, dude.

I came to an opening where there were lots of plants and stuff. It was pretty awesome-sauce; some of the plants looked like they came outta fairy tales. I went near 'em. They were really pretty. So cheese balls… and no monsters! Then my foot got stuck in a vine.

"Bacon balls," I said. I shook my foot, tryna get it free. But I just got more stuck. So I used my hands. I finally got free, but it took alotta work, so I was flung backwards. I landed on a stick. 'Cause it saved me and all, I kept it.

I got up, deciding it was bacon balls to hang in the cave anymore. I walked a bit. Looking at it now, the next act I'm pretty cheese balls of. It's a dumb act, yeah, but it changed my life forever. You'll see.

I tripped over a vine. This time, the stick couldn't save me. I fell into this scary hole, freaking out. It was like the freak I felt when my parents dumped me: what's the word, helplessness. I didn't know what was going on. I was fluffing scared. I was sure I was gonna die. I was still thinking that when I landed.

For a few secs, I only felt pain. Questions were all over the joint. Am I dead? Where am I? What happened? How do I get out? I stood up, feeling all whoa! I hadn't broken anything 'cause I landed on some buttercups. And then I started freaking again.

Okay, chill, I thought. I've… I've fallen down here. Into this… place. Is this where the kids went? I shrugged. Are there monsters here? I frowned. Monsters aren't real. Nah, it looks like some old soppy cave. It's probably part of a mine or whatever. Maybe I have something that can help me. I looked in my bag. My cloak and chloroform were there, but my biscuits had been... what's the word, crushed. I also had my stick. Well, cheese balls. No food. I'm dead. I sighed. I should suss this joint out…

I sussed out the cave, coming to a lil' tunnel. In there was a weird-looking gate. I went into it, thinking 'bout where it'd take me. It took me to a very dark room with a spotlight. The spotlight was shining on this flower with a smiley face and yellow petals.

"What the fluff…" I said, freaking. This is a dream, it's gotta be a dream!

"Howdy!" the flower said, all cheese balls. It talks?! "I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower! Hmm… you're new to the Underground, aren't cha?"

"Uh…" I had no fluffs 'bout what to say. This dream's bacon balls! I wanna wake up!

"Golly, you must be so confused!" Flowey laughed. "Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready? Here we go!" Then something weird went on. A red heart flew outta my body, chilling in front of me.

"What in fluff's name!?" I freaked. Wake up!

"See that heart?" Flowey asked. He smiled. "That is your SOUL, the very cumulation of your being!" He gasped. "Wow, that's a strong SOUL you got there! Especially for a beginner! It's almost the power of two SOULS!"

Strong soul, I thought. That's cheese balls... right?

"Normally, your soul starts off weak," Flowey went on. "Yours is already very strong, but that doesn't mean it can't get stronger! For that, you'll need LV! What's LV? Why, LOVE, of course! You want some LOVE, don't you?"

I just wanna wake up!

"Don't worry!" Flowey said happily. "I'll share some with you!" Weird little bullets popped up 'round his head. "Down here, LOVE is shared through little white... 'friendliness pellets'!"

Uh… alrighty dite, then...

"Are you ready?" Flowey asked. "Move around! Get as many as you can!" Uh, cool beans, I thought. I moved my SOUL near the 'friendliness pellets'. I touched one. This, what's it called, bar called 'HP' went down, even though I had, like, 99 HP. I felt... what's the word, hurt and stuff, so I guessed 'HP' was my health. Why's this dream so weird?! I looked at Flowey's face. It was SCARY.

"You idiot," Flowey said scarily. "In this world, it's kill or BE killed! Why would anyone pass up an opportunity like this?"

"Wake up, wake up!" I cried, pulling my brown hair. I pinched myself. Nothing happened. 'Friendliness pellets' were around my SOUL. I freaked.

"DIE." Flowey screamed. The pellets came pretty close. I freaked. Then, like poof, my HP was cool beans and the pellets went away. Flowey was hit by this fireball. I- holy crap- was freaked out.

Holy crap, I thought. What's going on?! Why won't I wake up?!

"What a terrible creature," a lady's voice said. "Terrorizing such a poor, pure, innocent youth." The voice came from a monster, who looked like a goat. She was wearing a dress, stood on two legs, and was pretty tall. A monster?! I thought, freaking. Holy holy holy! Monsters! They're real!

"Ack!" I freaked, falling on my butt. Cheese balls move. I held up my stick, and was like, don't touch me!

"Ah, do not be afraid, my child," the monster said. "I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place everyday to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first human to come down here in a long time."

Holy holy holy, I thought. "Are you a monster?"

"Yes, my child," Toriel nodded. "Come! I will guide you through the catacombs." Too late. I'd already passed out.