Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS
One day, war broke out between the two races.
After a long battle, the monsters were victorious.
They sealed the humans underground with a magic spell.

The monsters finally had peace.
They were free.
They were hopeful.
They were saved.

The last remaining sorcerer ruled over the Underground.
He promised to free them.
He gave them hope.

He promised to save them all.

Many years later...

Frisk laid there in a deep sleep until a sudden cold draught swept through the cave, waking her up shivering from the chill. She wouldn't have minded an extra layer or two, but now it was far too late for that.

She rubbed her eyes and yelped slightly from her back pain; she had slept on a cold cave floor covered with vines of all sizes, though it wasn't the worst as she had to make do with worse before. Shielding her eyes from the unbearable light entering the cave, she turned to inspect her surroundings to find anything of use.

She was quite surprised to see the place filled with every kind of junk possibly imagined; there were cartwheels, glass vials with unknown substances, locked chests and random pieces of furniture. Whoever dumped the stuff sure made use of every conceivable space possible, though to how far it extends into the cave was a mystery. Frisk thought that whoever was dumping their rubbish had a serious issue on hand that needed to be resolved. Surely they didn't have any problems with storage up top, what with all the free space and land they had to roam about now then...

What also caught her attention was the barrier that seemed to emit a light glow every now and then in a pattern. She had never seen it from this side but it looked identical either way. It was the wall that prevented from two different worlds to collide with each other, and it seemed destined to stay... for now. How she even traversed was unbeknownst to her. The scientists were reluctant to give the full details or even a quick summery from what she remembered.

Speaking of which, she was the one whom they picked... they gave vague reasons why they did, with Frisk just going along with it. She didn't really have a say in it anyway and had wanted to go out and explore, just not alone... or in the cold.

She had recognised a bag resting on the ground, it containing vital information and supplies. But since she woke up she felt a constant dull pain on the side of her head. It was tolerable just, but it did serve as a constant reminder of her deed.

Undoing the straps of the bag to review the content, she felt as though someone... or something was watching her every movement. After a brief moment, she turned to look behind her and reacted with a mix of astonishment and fear.

"Uh... Howdy! My name is Asriel. What's yours?" a child-like voice asked echoing.

"My name... my name is Frisk", Frisk replied trying to keep her composure, "wha-... what are you exactly?"

As she took a step back, she wanted to look away but was amazed at the sight. A strange humanoid goat creature thing was staring right at her. They appeared to be covered in white fur from top to bottom, possessed not hands, but something more akin to paw-like hands with tiny claws, along with fangs protruding from their muzzle and a pair of floppy ears resting on either side of their head. Frisk also noticed that this... thing had a tuft of white fur on their head which seemed to act as hair.

But strangely enough, she barely feel threatened at all despite being ambushed. This Asriel was about her height and looked fairly harmless... well as harmless as an anthropocentric goat creature

could get.

The pair looked at each other in awkward silence for what felt like hours, until Frisk found something odd about Asriel. He was partially see through like a ghost or a phantom. She picked up a stone and chucked it towards him. Asriel didn't budge and the stone went straight through him.

"What are you doing?" Asriel asked confused from Frisk's action.

"Am I still asleep or have I joined the after life? You're not human or even whole for that matter!"

The slightly dull pain she had previously felt intensified. She caressed the side of head in vain of soothing it to no avail. But she felt an earring, which was strange as she never had or could wear a pair, but yet there she was wearing a singular earring of all things.

"I wouldn't touch that... I think we're in this together until we can find another way. If you were to remove it... you would probably cause serious damage to our combined souls."

An earring. Of all things they sent her with and it would seem it was giving her the most almighty headache.

And what was the talk about souls? Frisk believed it to be complete rubbish, but she distinctively remembered someone resembling a magician talk extensively about 'spirits' and magic and such. She had just woken up at the start, so best not to mess up things from the start she thought. There would be time for questions later on. Such as why he already possessed some kind of knowledge on the damn earring. But not now...

She started rummaging through the bag, but noticed that Asriel was looking intently at her which put her off.

"You want to ask something?"

"No... but you look like someone I-uh..." he replied trailing off.

His eyes strayed from Frisk, but she had noticed something off-putting about his phrasing. He would've been better not saying anything but now he's caught her attention on that. Other than that she had slightly slanted eyes alongside chestnut brown shoulder-length hair, so nothing outstanding there. But she did remember people commenting on her red eyes, as they were apparently extremely rare. It was said only a couple people were know to possessed those type of eyes. Lucky her.

Other than that for clothing she just had a leather tunic with thin clothes beneath to wear a some rudimentary gloves.

She looked upon Asriel and saw that he wore what looked like a very nice stripped woollen sweater and pair of trousers though no shoes, giving way to paws instead of feet. Alongside with his fur, Frisk asked herself if he was warm with all of those layers. Though now she thought about it, he was some kind of phantom or ghost or whatever so he wouldn't feel it anyway.

By then, she had pulled out stuff from the top, which consisted of a crude map, several bottles of clear liquid and a worn book. She had noticed at the bottom they at least provided her with the means of defending herself. At least she wasn't completely unprepared but still wasn't looking forward to it.

She laid out the map and Asriel came over with a keen interest in it; good timing as Frisk needed some help locating some key locations anyway. He approached and pointed at a dot with writing above it.

"That's Snowdin! M-... The King of all monsters named it. And it's not too far off from the Capital."

"The Capital? As in 'The Capital city' or just 'The Capital'?"

"The name is just 'The Capital'".

How unimaginative could one be?

"And now you're going to tell me that he named Snowdin aren't you?"

"He... He did actually."

Frisk was about to let a slight chuckle with a sudden realisation hit her.

"Wait. That means Snowdin is-"

"Not all the time, but most of the year..."

Her heart sank as she rushed to the entrance of the cave, with Asriel following and watching over. Absolutely every square inch of ground was covered in think snow, as if a white sheet covered the landscape. She gazed upon it for she had never seen the surface before; the world seem to stretch indefinitely with no end in sight which was a sharp contrast to the world she and her people were confined to.

Thick forests lied at the bottom of the mountain, separating her from her destination. She could just barely see far off in the distance what looked like houses and such.

But with her current equipment, she'd be lucky to only lose a couple of toes from frostbite. She just so happened to be sent up top during winter. She had heard of seasons, but seemingly they must have lost track of them... or simply not care. This was going to hard. And cold.

"Not much else to do here and I've barely the rations to wait out the cold..." Frisk thought loudly, "Well, no real choice then."

"It shouldn't take too long. I guess I'll act as some sort of guide for you, heh..." Asriel said trying to be positive.

Frisk nodded, and left the cave entrance with her belongings and braved the cold with Asriel following her.

The last chance for humanity had departed.