Foresttale

by Agent 15

This is a story of the birth of the Creator. The Imaginer. The Thinker. It is also the story of his mother, his father, of men, and monsters. This is the story of Foresttale. BTW, if anyone wnts to make art of the characters, who are based off of the SOUL concept, and instead of being referred to as, for example, Foresttale!chara, are called SOUL!Chara. But anyways. Just ask, okay?

2. Chapter 1

The orphanage was so scary at night. Frisk had snuck out of her room to look at the stars, and curse the humans of old for killing her parents. Three years ago. Frisk was walking home from a playdate, when something struck her apartment. The thing exploded, leaving nothing but a gaping hole where the building was. A fragment of a SOUL was found, and everyone knew what had happened. Frisk had been in the orphanage since then. She had been through six foster families. They all complained about how depressed she seemed. But now, she had a plan. She was going to break out with her weird abilities, and climb the nearby Mount Ebott. She knew the trail well. She had climbed it many times with her dad. They always marveled at the weird birds, and the strange ways the trees grew due to the magic there. She had never been allowed to see the old outpost ruins. But now she could! She was going to go into that room and hide there! So she picked up a stick, and focused. Red energy flowed out of her hand and into the stick. She slashed the stick at the tall wooden fence. The fence was sliced open, and Frisk slipped through. She looked up at the stars, and imagined that each one was a SOUL. Just glittering there. Waiting to fall. But… That wasn't true. She tried to imagine something better. Something she could be happy about. It always came back to SOULs. But this time, she thought of them as her parents. Watching over her till the end. That was better. As Frisk walked through the forest, the animals scurrying away from her red stick, she thought of what she might do after she hid. A few seconds later, a stray branch 'snapped' her out of it. SANS!

Up aead, Mt. Ebbot loomed, a dark shape in the night sky. Frisk had a long walk ahead of her. As she walked, the shadows seemed to encroach her, cutting deeper… Dark… Darker… Yet Darker. But, as she wished on the stars above, she shook off the feeling of being watched, and continued on her way. By the time she reached the mountain, she was cold and wet. She had no idea what time it was, and she was so tired. But she had to reach the top of the mountain. That was the only place they couldn't find her. Suddenly, she felt something. A denial. A refusal. The power to carry on. She was filled with DETERMINATION. Frisk stood up, and headed up the mountain. The trail stretched down below Frisk. Ahead of her was that forbidden cave. As she walked in, she saw beautiful pillars, stretching up to the ceiling, and a large hole. Suddenly, a vine wrapped around her ankle, and dragged her into the hole. Frisk was falling… Falling… Falling… . . . . . .

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