Author's note: While writing this I got my inspiration from three sources and all of them is music. One was the Undertale original lyrics songs from youtube; they've inspired me so much and make this easier to write, Linkin Park the song skin to bones it caught me out of nowhere I fell in love with it, and The Killers. As always I'm not Toby Fox and I do not own Undertale. I'm not going to waste any more of your time talking to all of you. All you want to know what happens next more than my rambles.
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Can I survive this free fall? I can hear the wind howling in my ears and every terrifying thought and memory rushed into my mind. I'll be lucky If I survived the next few moments. If I don't die from pure terror! The air is rushing at my face and dwindling sunlight around me. I feel my strength leaving me. I keep praying to any god that could hear my thoughts that I will survive somehow. With the darkness creeping on me my eyes blur and I can feel my tears as slide down my face, I can feel my heart weakening. Goodbye, world you were glorious and beautiful and I'll miss you.
The shock of incoming death and the belief it was going to be painful caused her to scream her lungs out half way down the fall. She hit the ground with a loud and echoing thud. Flowers that she landed on did nothing to cushion the fall, but maybe it made her impending death more morbid and saddening as their luminescent in the darkness. In her ears, she heard her bones snap like a chorus of twigs snapping at once. The pain is so intense she would have screamed a bloodcurdling scream if she could breathe. Every bone in her body felt broken and shattered. She knew in her heart that this was it.
The rays of sunlight hit her and her barely conscious form, she the human woman who had fallen down here. She was frozen in fear, pain, and shock.
I may not have died on impact, but I'll die from the injuries. She barely noticed the shocked gasp and the feet scurrying towards her, before she collapsed into unconsciousness.
My eyes open, the fog fades slowly from my mind. I can feel the awareness coming back to my consciousness. Whoa! Was I hit by a truck and did anyone catch the license plate of the asshole? Wait a second. She pinches her hip just in case. I'm still alive?! She was lying in an unfamiliar bed and her body felt wired, at the change in the environment. Her strength returned but she was trying to think about how she got here but couldn't really remember how. She accessed her state and she didn't feel any better about her situation. She wasn't in her clothes but wearing very loose pajama shirt and bottoms. She noticed she was hooked up to an I.V. Inside she felt her panic rise and had to tamp it down. Panicking won't change her situation. She decided to use what she remembered from her rudimentary yoga classes to be able to calm down and clear her mind. When she can't train, it seems her aggression would rise to make up for it. Right now my adrenaline was whirling in my blood. Being kidnapped and imprisoned with no idea where she was, was not something she expected to happen but running away is a bad idea. No need to give her kidnappers a reason to tie her up; If they knew what she could do. Sitting on the foreign bed. She crosses her legs Indian style and tries to calmly think about what has happened over the last twenty-four hours and how she could've gotten here. Analyzing every event and hoping I'm not worse off than I think I am. I need to get an idea of what I woke up in. In some stranger's bed with food on a tray waiting for me and hooked up to an I.V. in my arm. I know better than to eat the food until I find out who kidnapped me and decidedly saved me from certain death. I look at my jail cell; I won't be anything but suspicious until I hear out my supposed rescuer. The room was cluttered with kids' toys, clothes and knick-knacks, and mementos. A few pictures on the wall and on a dresser but I couldn't see them. Mostly because of the I.V. being right in front of it. I couldn't really see properly anything in the room. Whoever was in the pictures all I can see from this angle is just the frames. All I can do is wait while I let my captors come back to check on me. If they're friendly they'll let me go, I know that at least but If not, I will act the passive victim until I find an opening.
Hours seem to pass in silence my thoughts running wild. Where was I and who my captors are, of where I might be or what might have done to me while I was unconscious? I try to school my emotions and put those thoughts in the back of my mind. Remember to relax my face to seem as passive, as meek and mild-mannered as possible; who knows what this person is capable of. I hear foots step coming from the hall outside the door and I try to calm my racing mind to fit the mask. I can feel myself for whatever my kidnappers have in store for me.
The footsteps stop at the door. Gently opening the door, the person who steps through was not what I was expecting! It was walking goat! With hands and feet where hooves should be and had horns, ears and a tail that closed the door behind her. The eyes gave away she was lady alright but still never let your guard down until you truly know you are safe as my teachers have taught me.
"Where am I?" Play up the fear and naiveté, the smartest move you can make when you out of your element.
"Oh dear, you woke up alone my child. I'm sorry this must be very confusing. Welcome to the underground dear. You had a very nasty fall down here. You were critically injured when you fell here; I nursed you back to health. I'm sorry I didn't ask you for permission but If I didn't act quickly I knew you might perish. "
Now I feel like an asshole but If the movie misery taught me anything people can be both nice and insane.
"So when can I move around ma'am?" honestly my legs were starting to fall asleep from the lack of activity and walking might do me some good regardless how I feel about where I am.
"None of that ma'am business! Call me Toriel that is my name after all. I hope that as soon as you feel able to let me show you around. Your muscles might be a bit weak you were unconscious for almost two days its Sunday evening.
What! Stephanie must be worried sick about me by now.
"Okay, Maybe Miss Toriel can you help me get adjusted to this place and help me go home?"
"I'll be glad to give a through a trip to the ruins. Though you don't seem surprised, I'm not human, child. You don't seem shocked to see a monster."
"Monsters are a part of our fairytale, and there are still people who believe there are monsters under Mt. Ebbot, that's where I am aren't I?" I was pensive, but I had very little doubt about where I am. The myth swore that all that reach the peak were stolen by the monsters.
"Yes, now If you want that tour of the ruins, let's get a move on. If you're feeling up to it right now? My son, his fiancé and my husband have all gone to a training camp for the week. Since it's the weekend, I have nothing to do but clean the ruins. Usually, I work as the teacher in Snowdin during the week."
"Let's go!" I try to be cheery and excited, but I'm scared. Knowing the fact, I'm in a place seven people mysteriously fell into and disappeared in. I'm nervous about what my fate will be.
"But, first Toriel I am kind of feeling kind of funky, considering how long I was out cold for." And with that, I asked to use the shower before getting ready to go out on my first tour of the underground. I'm going to have re-wear my original outfit because I didn't feel okay asking Toriel about a change of clothes. I honestly wasn't sure if I could trust Toriel just yet; she might have nursed me back to health but she didn't give me an answer about me going home to the surface. I really am grateful for that; she didn't have to help me or save my life, if I had been on the surface I would've had died from those injuries the iv gives the amount of time I was on an unconscious, how did she cure me? I turn the shower of trying instead to focus instead on something else. I look at myself in the floor-length mirror in the bathroom. I look at my petite nose, rounded plump lips, my eyes that I tended to keep half closed because people tell me I have beautiful eyes but they're huge. Having purple eyes can do that. My hair was down straight my mid-back a deep chestnut brown. My beautiful natural olive tone skin, I really look and smile I have a very curvaceous figure. I was no model but I was a looker at least I was in my eyes. Picking up my discarded clothes of the floor I dry myself off with the towel she gave me. I looked around the room till I found the brush to fix my hair. Not really satisfied with the way my hair was tied it couldn't really be helped since I didn't really trust or felt like I knew Toriel personally enough to ask for haircare products. One last look at my rumpled clothing and I felt ready to leave the bathroom and finally head for the front door where Toriel was waiting with a smile.
When she took my hand, I felt my heart warm, and I felt my guard go down. If she wanted to hurt me, eat me, or do anything mean to me; she had almost two days to do just that uninterrupted. She has a kind nature and is letting me walk around and getting to know where I am.
"Come along sweetie," she said with gentle smile
"Alright miss Toriel." She gave me a quick tour of her home. The master bedroom she shared with her husband Asgore decorated in a way that her personality shines through with obvious touches and stuff belonging to her husband. Then next she showed me her sons' Asriel room that he shares with his fiancé, who was originally their adopted daughter Chara. The room seemed to be painted in neutral colors a computer that wouldn't look out of place in 1995 but now looks like a relic of the past now. There were a few posters on the wall of famous people of the underground but I can't really get a good look at them they have water damage and pictures of places in the underground they must love to go to. Honestly wondering about the nightclub among the group of pictures since it was the only place with its sign out front and lit up standing out against the very crowded city with wall to wall buildings The Drain Pipe. I wanted to look more deeply into the room but a guest bedroom, while they use often, is always good to have. Her home I could just feel loved here as we walked out I could see the dying willow tree and it broke my heart but there wasn't much I could do about that. We walked passed a few different monsters Toriel decided to explain that if engaged in a fight, you can truly talk you way out of it and make a friend she demonstrated with a monster she knew then let me practice with a dummy. She explained that the magic that keeps everything and everyone down here also affects your behavior being good is very rewarding and being evil is a never ending punishment. To me, I made it a priority to use my meditation If I have to be kind and a true pacifist to get out here that's what I got to do
"Oh, my I just realized I haven't done the food shopping for the house and with you awake there might not be enough for dinner! I'm sorry about this but you know the way back right? I've left you your cellphone in your pocket. I programmed it with my number If you truly become turned around in the ruins you can call me."
With she took off in the opposite direction, I didn't think she could move that fast. Great stuck in a place I just started looking around in. I bet my phone doesn't work anyway. Like she said my phone was in my pocket but what I didn't expect was that I had Wi-Fi service! Thank your tourist trap. It was there Wi-Fi so I could use their signal to alert Steph I'm still alive!
"Stephanie I'm not only alive but I will back home soon enough I will a way out of here."
"Stephanie I'm alive I'm trapped under the mountain I'm unhurt. Please tell the rescue party to stay away from the peak unless they want to fall in too. "
I hit send.
"Frisk I can't believe it you're alive! The cops think you're actually the kidnappers they want you to send a pic and to call to confirm it.
Send a current picture but since my phone hadn't been broken when I fell I took a picture I was dressed as I was yesterday though clothes are all wrinkled. And my hair was in a ponytail. I sent a picture Stephanie
"Now do believe it's me, Stephanie?" I was exasperated but not with her. I swear sometimes I wonder about police recruitment, I thought they were stricter about the requirements. That they promised the would be stricter about who they allowed to become police officers, but come on are they let any trigger-happy doofus on the force now. I know you lost one of your own last year but come on.
"Frisk it really is you!" Her voice sounds relieved though her voice sounded worse for wear. Like when she used to do all-nighters in college.
I can hear stomping in the background there was yelling and whooping and hear a bit of a struggle. The cops take the phone Stephanie
"Ow, that hurt!" I hear in the distance, and a new voice speaks roughly into the phone.
"Ma'am, where are you?" A gruff male voice rushed his words into the phone.
"Excuse me did you just hurt my friend?"
"I'm sorry ma'am but this urgent. "
"I'm under the mountain sir," I say through grit teeth. My anger at what was done to Stephanie felt like a volcano ready to erupt but a calming breath. These assholes cops are supposed to rescue me or at least provide me assistance If I find a way out on my own. I can kick their asses later.
"That's impossible ma'am," He said gruffly, I could feel his skepticism and like he wants to laugh my claim.
"Well, that's where I am. If you want, you can track this phone go right ahead because that's where I am! Now can you put my friend back on the phone you brute? "I could hear the grumbling the police officer passed the phone back; groaning about ungrateful children.
"Frisk what happened." Her nervousness seeped through the phone, I wanted to cry, but I knew I had to be strong for both of us (knowing her friend is worried for her and wants her home fills her with determination to get out of here!)
"Me! What did that cop do to you!"
"He just snatched the phone I didn't expect him to do that and fell." She sounds pretty ambivalent about the whole thing
"Still the moron shouldn't haven't take your phone like that. Take down his badge number Stephanie." Honestly, right now with how angry I feel, those cops are on my shit list at the moment is the least of their problems. They should be grateful I'm not there right now.
"Done. They have invaded our apartment Frisk. There's like ten cops here since yesterday, and they're starting to take food from the fridge, and one has taken to sleeping in your room! They're using our apartment as a base of operation to find you. "
In the background, I hear another officer who decided to speak up.
"I got a handle on her location, and you won't believe it! She really is under the mountain; it's some undiscovered cavern deep within the mountain. Let's get a crew out there to start digging see if we can get to her…" I don't know what was said next since my phone died. Nearly two days underground and low charge I'm surprised it lasted this long. Considering how Stephanie's being treated I'm now worried for her. Who knows what happened after I fell
I kept trying to retrace my steps, trying my hardest to remember the path Toriel showed me but I stopped and took a calming breath that's when I heard a voice from the shadows.
"Well, hello gorgeous. You know a beautiful woman like yourself really shouldn't walk alone in a place like this." The voice sounded tempting like he wanted me to run away with him but I knew that voice anywhere. Though before I've only heard it in my dreams and it rings in mind. Whether I'm asleep or wake this voice follows me. That voice was in my dreams, belongs to someone not only real but…
"Why should I listen to a voice who won't show his face," I called out bravely. While inside I feel like my world has done complete 180 degrees. Dreams are dreams! Nothing in a dream can be prophetic right? Things that happen in dreams never come true! I pinch myself but I'm awake and this is really happening!
"Because I tend to give some the best advice around. Like, I know you don't know these ruins well enough to find your way to your temporary home am I right? "His voice while sounding tender had an undercurrent of flirtatious intentions. Keep your guard up Sauvé dream voice or not keep it together.
"Okay I admit I'm hopelessly lost; can you please show me the way back?" at this point I'm not going to keep walking this endless maze of puzzles and pitfalls forever.
"As a show of goodwill and how boniful I think you are; I'm going show you the path back. Follow the fire." I hear a snap, and a blue fire trail starts going forward before me.
"Your welcome babe sees ya later." The voice whispered in my ear. I heard a small pop. I didn't even get to say goodbye or thank you.My knees feel so weak, and my hearts racing so fast. I honestly don't know how I'm still standing in the first place. That voice was in my dreams and now the voice is not only real but belongs to a real person. An outright monster who lives under the mountain, I need to be strong, stronger than I've ever been. To grasp my way to understanding whatever is going on here? Whether it's magic or whatever. I will figure it out.
With the fire trail guiding my path. I felt a little calmer. I followed it without question. Which if I weren't so exhausted I would be the second guessing but a suggestion of the right direction is great right about now. For Christ sake, that voice can possibly teleport me away with him without Toriel ever knowing I was gone or I was even missing. He seemed friendly if a bit of a flirt. Am I being the curious person that I was wondered If the fire truly burned? I may have learned as a child the basics about the fire but I was also told there was no such thing as monsters and magic aren't real. It might be time test some boundaries or I might just need to get well-deserved rest. Spend some more time recuperating. Screw it, I put my hand to touch the fire! Instead of burning me like it was doing the floor when I touched it felt warm tickling sensation. Seeing the magic fire doesn't mean it outright hurts If it's used for something nice. Yeah, I've worn myself out after almost dying. I think I heard the voice in my dreams. Fire doesn't burn, Toriel I know is real because she was there before I worn myself thin. I was walking for quite a while the puzzles were solved I wouldn't have remembered not with my sleep addled brain. Hmm, a crossroads options the trail says north but there's a path to the east. Might as well have a neon sign saying come over I'm just as important as the path. My curiosity won out hopefully this doesn't kill me. On the walls there was plaque
To commemorate the safe voyage and relocation of all monsters who dwelled within the ruins may the new locations be as beloved as these old ruins are as decreed by King
Where the King's name should be on the sign was faded like someone touched it
A lot of reverence or maybe melted in anger. Let's keep moving forward. Through the featureless quasi-dungeon hall, I stop when I see a doorway with a makeshift door covered in warning signs with big bold title words where my eye could see clear as day said Chara and Asriel clubhouse no grownups allowed. Well, if Toriel was lying about having a family I can put that to the wayside since I just found her kids abandoned clubhouse. Should I go in and look around? I pushed my sleepy brain and body forward. I need to do this just a little more strength to keep my eyes wide open. I need to find something out more about these kids maybe some hidden stuff. Just because they stopped using the clubhouse doesn't mean they don't store private things here. They grew up as siblings, and his parents adopted her. I can't even imagine marrying a guy I saw as my brother for most of my life. Or I was raised right alongside of like we were siblings. To me, it's too close to incest for me not to be creeped out by it as a whole. Then again what do I know? I can't stick to a relationship longer than a few weeks, Other than Jacob. Which even that feels like it dragged way to long for it to be considered a healthy relationship. They all felt wrong like they are not worthy, no sparks, there was just nothing. It's just a numbness when it comes to romantic love, I would date guys who would asked me out and feel nothing not in a kiss nor in a hug. It's the reason I told Stephanie I might be demisexual because for most of my life I didn't get crushes or feel attraction to anyone. I had to be emotionally invested completely in anyone before I was even close to liking someone. We kind of ruled out asexuality because I can feel attraction it's just romantic love and that's a problem when you feel a deep sense of emptiness. That their something or someone that's missing but no one seems to the fit the bill, regardless of how much I tried. Though when I'm around the voice the emptiness seems to be gone. Though what I'm about to do has nothing to with the voice. I really need to get the voice out of my mind if I'm going to forward and check this out. but about what's going right here not my thoughts I seriously need to stop the deep thought before I fall sleep mid-thought. it would not be the first time this happen to me either. I'm barely coherent and keeping my thoughts completely jumbled.
Inside said clubhouse was decorated with many pillows and curtains and blankets. All in shades of purple looking almost like the inside of genie's bottle. But lay on the floor next to chest was a rather big backpack when I picked it up was light weight but when I look inside, there were quite a few heavy objects inside.
Regardless of anything else I needed to rest in that soft guest bed right now. The fire path had followed me this way like G.P.S rerouting itself get to you back on course. I look down and notice a folded note addressed to me.
Sweetheart, I open the note what the hell it can't be that bad. Though so stranger its right here seems so strange. Oh, you're so curious, sweetheart! Be grateful it was just a dead end and a clubhouse. Thought it was a lovely to meet you in the flesh. Though I wish I met you under different circumstances not everything here in the underground is that neat or safe. Sleepy or not curiosity always win out with you huh? Though maybe in those dreams you have I will make special appearance huh doll? Then again even in a dream, you seem pretty determined to know who I am. Who knows isn't that right, beautiful? What do our dreams holds Frisk?
With a blush, I stop reading though the note as I see it dipping into an impassioned letter territory. What was once a note started to expand in my hand. Becoming a longer and longer before my very eyes like it ever growing, the longer I hold it. Almost as if he is somewhere out there he is writing this in real time considering theirs magic here shouldn't really surprise me. How does he know about my dreams! In that moment my heart starts to race again. The moment from earlier is bubbling up in my mind but my sleepiness is winning. Tomorrow, as I put the letter away in my backpack. I'll try to decipher what's honestly going on here tomorrow. For now, the siren singing of my bed is calling my name the sweetest lullaby I've ever heard and I couldn't fight even if I wanted to.
Final note: If I explained how much I love this story? There's not enough of the written words couldn't truly suffice it. I wrote two thousand words in the course of four hours without second guessing my process or how the character's behavior needs to be! This was something so organic that I hope becomes my normal instead of a surprising moment. If I told you that the way Frisk was acting is how people should act in strange environments with no idea of how they got there. Would you believe me that would be my reaction to finding myself in someone home without remembering how I got there with a medical equipment next to the bed? If you ever fall into a situation when you're essentially in someone's home but it's like a hospital set up watch out. Maybe it's because I watched the movie misery I learned this lesson about the "the good Samaritan" in the cringiest way possible...