Mt. Ebott. The place where the humans sealed the monsters away long ago. The place where, legends say, people who climb the mountain...
Never return.
MT. EBOTT
21XX
Frisk awoke with a stir. She didn’t know where she was, and she didn’t know why she had woken up in a bed of yellow flowers. Where did I end up now? Frisk thought to herself.
She was on the younger side of the spectrum, being barely 4’4” and having a flat chest, something that she was frequently teased about. She had gotten used to the teasing, everyone had, and she had just accepted it as a fact of life.
Which is why it confused her so much as to why and how she was in a place she had never seen before.
As Frisk sat up, she began to think back to what she was doing before she woke up here, but she couldn’t think of what she was doing. This angered her, but she didn’t have anyone to take it out on.
However, Frisk then saw someone sitting right next to them. And she was staring right at her. “Jesus christ!” Frisk exclaimed, backing away. The ghost looked startled. “Woah there,” the ghost said, “who are you?” Frisk gulped, debating whether or not to talk to this ghost that, apparently, she could to.
“M-my name’s Frisk...” Frisk stammered. The ghost looked intrigued. “Well then,” the ghost said, “greetings. My name is Chara.” Chara sounded familiar to Frisk, although she couldn’t exactly pin point why. Not that it mattered to Frisk too much anyways. She wanted to get going.
“Well,” Chara said, “shouldn’t we get going?” Frisk nodded. Chara could see Frisk was nervous. “Don’t worry Frisk,” she began, “I’m someone you can trust.” Frisk took these words into account.
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