(A/N: Hello all! This story has recently gotten some more attention for whatever reason. I was going to delay this announcement until I had more ready, but... I am rebooting this fic! Changing some things significantly, in fact. It will be uploaded in a separate fic completely, and this will be appropriately renamed the old version. I want to finish this fic, but to do so in its current state would be a disservice to how my vision has changed for it over time. I apologize to those of you who only recently found this, but hope you will keep an eye out for the new version. I will start posting it here on FF as soon as I've finished the ruins arc!
Here is a teaser in the form of the new prologue. See ya~)
Chara woke to darkness, and yet they shouldn't have woken at all.
It wasn't like this was the first time. Years ago, they'd fled their past life and flung themself into the mountain, too gripped by desperation to care whether or not they survived the trip down. They were so sure they would die there at the bottom, and yet fate had would not allow it.
But now? Now they were certain they had died. They pushed their body up off the "ground," looking around at the void of darkness which surrounded them, stumbling briefly as they felt they had not moved in such a long time. Their eyebrows furrowed, confusion apparent on their face, but definitely nobody around to notice.
So they thought, at first. Their head jerked in one direction, drawn by some… noise. They couldn't put their finger on it at first, but it sounded like… a whisper? No, a growing chorus of them, multiple voices hissing indistinguishably, louder and louder around them. The child twisted and turned and looked for any source of anything, but found nothing at all. Nothing.
Was this Hell?
"Hello?" they called, the voices having ceased to get louder but remaining constant. They took one step forward, cautiously, then another and another as they rushed forward, trying to get somewhere in this endless darkness. "Hello? Is anybody there? Please, help me!"
They had to be dead, but they were still here. Still aware, still thinking. Was this what death was like? What Hell was like? They had never been one to believe in such things. They had thought there would be nothing at all.
This nothingness wasn't what they had in mind at all.
Somehow, they managed to trip on their own two feet after a while, falling to their knees. Nothing below them, or around them. Had they even really gotten anywhere, they wondered? The voices did not stop their whispering, but none responded to their pleas. A word here or there would slip through, unintelligible.
For all intents and purposes, they were alone.
And they were so very, very cold.
"Asriel…" they cried out, stumbling back to their feet, running again despite how hopeless it felt. "Asriel! Please… Please, help me… don't leave me alone…!"
