The doors closed and the elevator started moving up. It took a minute but the doors finally opened. I was expecting a futuristic style city, much like that of 'The Core'. I was wrong. Everything was made of grey bricks. There seemed to be no amount of color all around me.

I walked a little ways and came along a viewing area. I looked out over the grayscale city. It was oddly beautiful, and simple. I wanted, very badly to get home, but knowing that I'd have to kill everyone's hero would destroy them. I had made a LOT of friends and I wasn't going to hurt them again. I just needed Asgore to NOT kill me, maybe we could live together or something until… a true hero came to save everyone. I had realized that I wasn't the hero, no, I hurt too many people at the beginning of my journey to ever be considered the hero.

Gosh, if only I could go back and do everything again, like what Frisk can do… A slight smile came to my face. The pieces were coming together. If her power came back she would be able to make mistakes, then go back and fix them. Eventually she was gonna save everyone.

I started walking again. The path led me past many grey buildings.

I kept on thinking about Frisk. It would be a perfect story after what she's been through. You see, mom wasn't the only person who got hurt in the car crash. Frisk and I were in the car too when it lost it's brakes.

I was able to get out of the car relatively unscathed. Mom and Frisk weren't so lucky. Mom as I've said, perished. Frisk, who was only three at the time, was in comatose for about a week. Somehow, against all the odds, especially for her age, she was able to pull through. Not only that, but she had a full recovery. According to her this was when she gained her abilities to "SAVE" and "RESET" through this thing called 'DETERMINATION'.

Things really didn't get better though after we lost mom. Dad, who wasn't the greatest man before the crash, was tore apart by the death of his wife. I guess I get it, but the way things fell apart was not good for Frisk or me. He dove deeper into drinking. This usually meant there would be good nights and bad nights.

Some nights he would tell us he loved us, many nights he would tell us he wished that we would've died with mom in the crash. Things probably would've been even worse if it wasn't for Frisk using her ability to stop the more violent nights.

Eventually, after about 4 years of torment. It came to a head, I blew up at him. I was fed up with all of his drinking. He thought I was a worthless piece of trash. I decided that I would prove to him that I was not a worthless meat headed idiot by trying to be the first kid to climb Mt. Ebbot in it's 400 years history. I wanted to be the first kid since the natives to climb the mountain.

I think I learned why this mountain has it's stories. Maybe this is why the kid that came up here went missing over 25 years ago. And the kid before him, and the kid before him… I'm sensing a trend.

My thoughts were once again jostled away as I came to a small house, which appeared to enter a castle. The house looked just like Toriel's house. Except colorless. I knocked on the door. No one answered and the door was unlocked so, like what any normal kid would do, walked right in.

The inside was just a colorless version a Toriel house, with the exception of the bright yellow flowers littered around the house. All these flowers did was give me flashbacks of that demon flower that I met at the beginning of my journey in the Underground. I hadn't seen that weirdo since I kicked his weedy butt. He probably was still crying on the ruins as I spoke.

Short Chapter, large backstory.