Hello, reader! What you are about to read is a novelization of the videogame "Undertale" by Toby Fox.
This fanfic is just a side project, so don't expect it to be updated regularly.
With that in mind, sit back, relax, grab yourself a slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie, pet a dog, tell a bad pun or two, and enjoy.
Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.
One day, war broke out between the two races.
After a long battle, the humans were victorious.
They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell.
Legends say that people who climb Mount Ebott are not heard from again.
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MANY YEARS LATER…
Deep in the untouched forest was stillness. Birds sang songs to each other in a code made of whistles. The creek flowed between limestones with only a whispered "pardon me". A gentle breeze ruffled the green leaves playfully. A snap of a twig was hushed by a human foot.
The human in question was no more than a mere child, who was possibly around six to seven years of age. Their brunette hair had bangs and was at medium length, but appeared to be uncombed. Their eyes squinted to the point that they almost seemed to be completely closed. They wore matching blue pajamas with two magenta stripes across the torso. Their once-white socks were now brown from the summer mud. In their left hand, they held a stick; on the right, a bandage was stuck to the back of their hand.
At this point, one would question why someone as small and young as this human would be venturing in the woods in solitude. Well, it should be noted that this was no ordinary child. Their name was Frisk (at least, that was what they were told), and Frisk had something no one else had enough of. It was not patience, bravery, or integrity; nor was it perseverance, kindness, or justice.
It was DETERMINATION.
You see, Frisk was on a journey: a journey with a specific purpose. Their destination? A mountain where none dare to go. Why? Indeed, that is the question. In truth, no one could say, or even give an educated guess. Not even Frisk, who didn't fully understand the situation they got themselves into.
Nevertheless, Frisk traversed through the forest, until at last they reached the foot of Mount Ebott. It was smaller than they were expecting, but that didn't mean it was puny. In fact, it was probably the grandest mountain Frisk had ever saw face to face. No matter how they looked at it, they were going to have to climb the mountain.
Taking a deep breath, Frisk planted their feet into the ground, and they began to climb. Ever so slowly, the sun created an arch over Mount Ebott, and the young child made their way to the summit. As they climbed, Frisk called out two special names. But no one came. Eventually, the sun laid to rest on the horizon.
Soon, they found a cave that hid in the stone cliffs. A chill rose up Frisk's spine, as a cold and lonely breeze rushed past them and into the dark and unknown. They stood there, staring at the mouth of the mountain, and then called out two special names. But no one came. Inhaling a sharp breath, Frisk stepped inside, and Mount Ebott's mouth closed shut.
At that moment, the ground vanished, and Frisk found themselves falling into nothingness.
