Chapter Text
The wind howled through the mountain pass.
Frisk stood at the edge of the hole.
It was deeper than it looked in the stories—an ugly crack in the earth where the stone split open and swallowed the darkness below. The locals said it had been there forever. Said people who fell down never came back.
Frisk didn't believe in those stories.
Right now, the only thing she believed in was getting away.
Behind her, boots crunched against loose gravel.
Her shoulders stiffened.
"You really thought you could just run off?" her father's voice slithered through the cold air.
Frisk didn't turn around.
If she spoke, it would make things worse.
It always did.
She lowered her head, fingers tightening into fists at her sides.
"You ungrateful little—"
A hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
Her father's face was twisted with anger, eyes sharp and wild. The smell of alcohol clung to his breath.
"You embarrass me," he snarled.
Frisk's throat tightened.
She tried to step back.
The heel of her boots scraped the edge of the hole.
He noticed.
For a moment, his expression changed.
Not fear.
Not regret.
Calculation.
'Well," he muttered, glancing down into the darkness, "that solves a problen."
Her father backed up slightly.
Frisk's eyes widened.
Before she could move—
He slapped her right cheek, so hard that not only did it leave a mark, it also pushed her backward.
Frisk's eyes widened.
As the world vanished beneath her feet.
The fall was endless.
Wind roared past her ears as the sky shrank above.
Frisk's arms flailed, grabbing at nothing but empty air.
Her father's silhouette stood at the edge of the hole for a single moment before it disappeared entirely.
The darkness swallowed everythin.
Stone walls blurred around her.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
Then—
Gold.
A bed of glowing flowers rushed up to meet her.
Frisk hit them hard.
The impact knocked the air from her lungs.
Pain exploded through her body.
She though that, maybe, just maybe.
The hell she calls her life will finally be over…
Then everything went black.
The cavern was quiet.
Not silent—nothing in the Underground ever truly was—but quiet enough that the soft drip of water echoed against the stone walls.
A boy with Gold eyes and horns walked beside a girl with short brown hair and crimson red eyes.
The boy has a lean figure wrapped in a soft green shirt with yellow stripes and dark trousers. His hair is pale, almost the color of ash in moonlight. He also has horns that closely resembles that of a goat's sprouting from his head.
The girl also has a lean figure wrapped in a plain black shirt covered by a green jacket with red inlines and dark blue jeans that are ripped at the knees.
The glowing golden flowers swayed gently in the warm underground breeze.
The boy kicked a loose pebble.
"You know Mom's gonna notice you snuck me out again," he said nervously.
The girl walked ahead of him with her hands behind her head, completely unconcerned.
"She always notices."
"Then why are we dong this?"
The girl shrugged.
"Because you wanted to see the starfall."
The boy rubbed the back of his neck.
"…Right."
Every few months, strange lights sometimes flashed through the cavern ceiling that lead to the top of the mountain.
The girl insisted they were worth watching.
The two of them stopped near the center of the flower field.
The boy tilted his head upward.
The ceiling of the cavern stretched far above them.
Dark.
Endless.
"…Do you think humans still exist up there?" he asked quietly.
The girl didn't asnswer immediately.
"Probably…" she said eventually.
The boy looked uneasy.
"They tried to wipe us out."
"Yeah."
'Do you hate them?"
The girl glanced at him.
Her expression was one filled with hatred.
"…you already know the answer."
The boy nodded slowly.
Course she did…
After what she told him.
It made sense.
The silence returned.
Then—
A sound cut through the cavern.
A voice.
"That solves a problem."
Barely audible from where the two were.
But even so…
The boy's ears shot upright.
"…Did you hear that?"
The girl was already looking upward.
Something was falling.
Fast.
A figure tumbled through the darkness above.
The boy's eyes widened.
"CHARA—"
The body crashed into the flower bed.
Golden petals exploded into the air.
The impact shook the ground beneath their feet.
For a moment—
Everything was still.
Then the boy ran forward.
"Oh stars—oh stars—"
He dropped to his knees beside the figure.
A girl.
Human.
Her clothes were torn from the fall.
Dark brown hair spread across the glowing flowers.
She wasn't moving.
The boy froze.
"…Chara."
The girl, now identified as Chara walked over calmly.
The boy looked up at her with wide eyes.
"…I think she's dead."
Chara crouched beside the unconscious girl.
Her fingers gently pressed against Frisk's neck.
She waited.
Then nodded.
"She's alive."
The boy nearly collapsed with relief.
"Oh thank goodness."
He looked down at Frisk again.
"…She's a human."
"Yeah… like me."
"…What do we do?"
Chara studied the girl.
Bruises.
Scrapes.
And a bright red hand mark on her right cheek.
Chara visible grimiced at that.
The boy noticed… but decided not to say anything.
The flower bed had saved her life.
Not just from the fall.
But from whatever she was dealing with above.
"She needs help," The boy said quickly.
"We should get Mom!"
Chara nodded once.
"…Yeah."
Then she paused.
Something felt… wrong.
Humans didn't usually just fall down the mountain entrance.
And the was the girl's body was positioned…
Like she had been shoved.
Chara's expression darkened slightly.
"…Asriel."
"What?"
"Help me carry her."
He blinked.
"…You mean now?"
"Yes."
"But Mom—"
"She'll notice if we bring someone back."
Asriel hesitated.
"…Right."
Carefully, he lifted Frisk under her shoulders while Chara supported her legs.
She was lighter than he expected.
They stepped carefully through the flower field.
Asriel glanced down at the unconcious girl.
"…She looks scared."
Chara noticed something else.
Even while unconscious, Frisk's hands were clenched tightly.
Like someone who expected to be hurt.
Chara's eyes darkened even more… as a small trail of a thick black liquid flows down the corner of her left eye.
"…Yeah." she almost growls.
They reached the entrance to the Ruins.
The old stone doorway creaked open.
Warm light spilled out.
Asriel glanced at Chara nervously.
"…Mom's gonna be really confused."
Chara smirked, as the black liquid retracted back into her eye.
"Good."
Asriel sighed.
"…You're impossible."
"Yet you like me anyway."
Asriel froze.
His face immediately turned bright red.
"I—what—"
Chara laughed quietly.
"Relax, goat boy."
He sputtered.
"I AM RELAXED—"
Frisk shifted slightly in his arms.
Asriel immediately went quiet.
"…Let's just get her to a bed," he whispered.
Chara nodded.
Together, they carried the fallen human deeper into the Ruins.
"…Chara, i think she's dead!"
"She's not dead."
"But she's not moving!"
"She hit the flower bed, idiot, She's fine."
Frisk drifted in darkness.
Voices echoed somewhere nearby.
"…what if humans are more fragile than you think?"
Chara gives him a look.
"Azzy… i am a human."
"Also, She's breathing."
"…barely!"
"…Asriel."
"What?"
"Relax."
"…I am relaxed!"
"You're shaking."
"…I'm not shaking!"
Frisk's eyelids twitched.
Her head throbbed.
The world slowly returned in pieces.
Soft fabric beneath her.
A blanket.
The smell of cinnamon and butterscotch drifted through the air.
Her body felt heavy.
But warm.
Safe.
"…see?" Chara said calmly.
"…wait."
"…wait—"
"She moved!"
A chair scraped loudly against the floor.
"CH—"
"Shh!"
"Sorry!"
Frisk's eyes slowly opened.
The ceiling above her was wodden, warm orange light flickering from a nearby lamp.
A face suddenly filled her vision.
White skin.
Soft golden eyes.
Goat-like horns.
He looked about her age.
And he looked absolutely terrified.
"Oh thank the stars—" he breathed. "You're alive!"
Frisk blinked slowly.
Her throat tightened.
The words she wanted to say never came.
A second figure stepped beside the bead.
Human.
Brown hair.
Red eyes sharp with quiet intelligence.
She looked around nineteen.
Just like Frisk.
The girl crossed her arms casually.
"Told you."
Asriel let out a shaky laugh.
"I though she died!"
"You panic too much."
"Someone just fell from the surface!"
"Yeah, so did i."
Chara shrugged.
"That happens sometimes."
Frisk stared at them both, confused and silent.
Her heart was still racing.
Asriel suddenly froze.
"…uh."
"…Chara?"
"Yes."
"…she's staring at us."
"Yeah."
"…should we say something?"
"You're the one who was panicking five seconds ago."
"Right!"
He straightened nervously.
"Hi!" he said quickly. "I'm Asriel! And you're… uh…"
He paused.
Realizing something.
"…you haven't said anything."
Frisk looked down.
Her hands clenched the blanket.
Chara noticed.
Her expression softened slightly.
"She's in shock." Chara said quietly.
"Oh."
Asriel nodded quickly.
"Right. Right. That makes sense."
He hesitated.
"…should i get Mom?"
Chara immediately nodded.
"Yeah. Go get Toriel."
Asriel bolted out the door.
His hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Silence settled over the room.
Frisk kept staring at the blanket.
Her hands trembled.
Chara leaned casually against the wall beside the bed.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The Chara sighed.
"…he's going to worry himself into a heart attack."
Frisk slowly looked up.
Chara gave a small smirk.
"He thinks everyone is more fragile than they actually are."
She stepped closer to the bed.
Frisk flinched slightly.
Chara stopped immediately.
Her expression shifted again—calmer now.
"It's okay," she said gently.
"I'm not going to hurt you."
Frisk's breathing slowly steadied.
Chara studied her casually.
"…that fall must've messed you up pretty badly."
Frisk blinked slowly.
Chara raised a hand.
"…just hold still."
"Alright paps… lets see if what you taught me stuck."
A faint green glow flickered around her fingers.
Frisk's eyes widened.
Magic.
It was faint.
Barely more than a spark.
Soft green light drifted from Chara's palm and settled gently over Frisk's chest.
Warmth spread through her body.
The dull ache in her ribs eased.
The throbbing in her head faded slightly.
It wasn't strong magic.
But it was enough.
Chara exhaled slowly, a small bead of sweat rolled down her forehead.
"…there."
Frisk stared at her in stunned silence.
Chara flexed her fingers.
"Basic healing magic," she said casually.
"…dont't expect miricles."
The glow faded.
Footsteps suddenly thundered down the hallway.
Asriel burst back into the room.
"Mom's coming!" he shouted.
He immediately rushed to the bedside again.
"…is she okay?"
Chara shrugged.
'She's fine."
Frisk slowly lifted her head.
Asriel's golden eyes softened with relief.
"Told you she'd wake up," Chara said.
Asriel rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"…yeah."
Frisk looked between them.
Confusion still clouded her thoughts.
But one thing was clear.
She wasn't alone anymore.
And somewhere deep beneath the mountain—
Her story had just begun.